Zhang Yi carried Matsumoto Zanzhi, who had become a waster, and quickly returned along the same road, leaving the messy snow for so long, and I don't know what the situation was? Wang Yunfeng was overwhelmed by the loss of internal strength after injuring Matsumoto Zanchi, and he would not be able to recover at all for a while, and if the old man of the Pope attacked him in groups, it would be dangerous.

Just as Zhang Yi returned to the edge of the mountain forest, a figure ran in from afar.

Zhang Yi fixed his eyes and saw that it was Simao, and he was still holding a long knife in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Yi, Simao breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly ran to Zhang Yi's side, glanced at Matsumoto Zanzhi in Zhang Yi's hand, and said, "Brother Yi, you have chased their father and son into this mountain forest for so long and have not come out, I am worried about you." ”

"It's okay, let's go, what's going on outside?" Zhang Yi said as he walked.

Simao said: "Master's internal strength has not recovered yet, and now Nie seniors, Master Fahong, Dean Mani and Yanagi Ishikawa are resisting the four masters of the Holy See, but the Pope's old man is too strong, Nie seniors and Shangquan Yishou can only block him, and they can't hurt him at all, if it continues, both of them will be in danger." ”

"What about the others? And what about the members of the Holy See and the Bayonet Group? Zhang Yi asked again.

"Fortunately, as soon as Matsumoto father and son left, those people in the bayonet group seemed to be a little uneasy, and they had no intention of fighting with our people in the Huaxia martial arts world, and they were quickly pressed and beaten by us, but the people of the Holy See were very strong, especially the sixteen Templars with holy swords, one beat us several, it was so perverted." Simao began to speak happily, and the last sentence became depressed.

"Templars." Zhang Yi nodded, handed Matsumoto Zanzhi into Simao's hands, and advised: "After you go out, you will use the news that Matsumoto Zanzhi has been captured by us and Matsumoto Yanfeng is dead to break through the psychological defense line of those members of the bayonet group, if they know that the two masters have been solved by us, then they have no intention of fighting, they must escape, let them escape, without Matsumoto and his son, the bayonet group will be destroyed." As long as there is no bayonet group, it will be much easier for us to deal with the Holy See. ”

"Matsumoto Yanfeng is dead?" Simao was surprised.

Zhang Yi nodded: "I was injured, I didn't want to kill him, but he committed suicide himself." ”

Simao took Matsumoto Zanzhi from Zhang Yi's hand, saw that he was not dead, and worried about him: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"He has been shaken off by me, one of the wasted people, don't worry, now there is only one breath left, when the Holy See is solved, we will deal with them together." Zhang Yidao.

Soon, the two of them ran out of the mountain forest, and returned to the snow again, looking up, the snow had already become a pot of porridge, countless corpses, blood soaked in the snow, those snow that was originally white, now turned red, extremely dazzling.

Simao brought Matsumoto Zanzhi to the rear of the battle circle, and Zhang Yi carried the Xuanyuan sword in the direction of Pope Paul and others.

Seeing this fierce battle in full swing, the killing blood in Zhang Yi's bones boiled again, and he quickly came to the sixteen Templars who killed the most indifferently with the Xuanyuan sword, and they were surrounded by some masters of the Northern Dao Organization led by Ryosuke Takahashi and Tong Qing and others, but the holy sword in the hands of these sixteen people was too strong, and the strength of each of them was almost comparable to the eight flying eagles of Matsumoto Zanchi's escort team, and they couldn't get close at all.

"Spread out."

Zhang Yi, who came to the front, let out a loud shout, and drank all Takahashi Ryosuke, Tong Qing and the others back, and a golden sword aura blasted towards the sixteen members of the Templar Knights with a majestic momentum.

Sixteen long swords raised their swords to greet each other, and soon, after a burst of crackling sounds, the long swords in the hands of the sixteen people were directly cut off by Zhang Yi's sword qi.

When the sixteen Templars looked at the hilt of the broken sword in a daze, Zhang Yi's body quickly approached them with lightning speed, and their strength was greatly reduced after losing the broken sword, and they were not Zhang Yi's opponents at all.

Blood splattered, and after more than ten seconds, the heads of the sixteen Templars rolled off their necks under the slash of the Xuanyuan Sword, and they didn't even have time to scream.

"Good. Strong? Tong Qing was stunned for a moment, opening his mouth wide, is this still human?

"Is this your Huaxia Kingdom's divine weapon Xuanyuan Sword?" Ryosuke Takahashi took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Yi with an indifferent face in disbelief, and now Zhang Yi felt invincible.

After killing the sixteen Templars, Zhang Yi didn't even look at their corpses, and flew again to pounce on Archbishop Ryan, who was fighting with Dean Mani.

"Abbot Mani, you go and help them deal with the old man of the Pope, and I'll deal with him." Zhang Yi said to Dean Mani, and then swung his sword and slashed at Archbishop Ryan who was about to pounce.

Dean Mani nodded, and turned around and left without hesitation, Pope Paul was too strong, and Nie Qingchen and Shangquan Yishou could hardly hold on.

After a sword slashed back Ryan, Zhang Yi rushed forward again, but before anyone arrived, a sword light slammed again: "What you are wearing must be the ghost robe among the six holy relics of the Holy See, right?" At the beginning, my dragon scale dagger couldn't break your defense, but now my Xuanyuan sword will see if I can break it for you. ”

Ryan glanced at Zhang Yi who pounced like a fierce tiger, and a trace of fear appeared in his eyes, he also saw the scene of Zhang Yi killing sixteen Templars with a few swords just now, no matter how strong his holy robe was, I am afraid that it will not be stronger than those sixteen holy swords.

At the moment, Ryan didn't think about it, and hurriedly turned around and fled, once he and Rekiel could only defeat Zhang Yi three times, but now Zhang Yi has this perverted Xuanyuan Sword again, he doesn't even have the courage to fight.

"Want to escape?" Zhang Yi sneered and quickly chased after him, in terms of speed, this Ryan is far worse than Matsumoto Yanfeng, let alone him?

Soon, Zhang Yi turned over, landed in front of Ryan, and slammed his palm into his chest: "Compared to Matsumoto Yanfeng, you deserve to die." ”

"Boom"

A heavy slap slammed into Ryan, who had no time to stop, knocking him flying.

However, Zhang Yi knew that because of the ghost robe, this palm was estimated to not cause him any harm, so when Ryan just got up, Zhang Yi swung out a sword.

The sword qi slashed at Ryan's body, and the black strange robe was suddenly torn apart by this sword qi and split into two halves, and when the robe was blown by the strong wind, in the gap, Ryan saw a golden long sword stabbed straight towards his chest.

"Poof"

The golden sword slammed into his left chest, stabbing him straight through the half, his eyes widening and blood spurting from his mouth.

Zhang Yi coldly pulled out the Xuanyuan sword, glanced at his eyes that he hadn't had time to close after he fell, turned around and ran towards the Nakachi referee again, his sword directly pierced Ryan's heart, and he couldn't die anymore.

Zhang Yi also asked Yagyu Ishikawa, who was fighting with Judge Kuachi, to besiege Pope Paul, and once again faced Judge Kuachi, this Judge Kuchi was much more iron-blooded than Archbishop Ryan, after seeing Zhang Yi kill the Templars and Archbishop Ryan one after another, he was not afraid, and fought with Zhang Yi, but the result was predictable, after dodging Zhang Yi's repeated bombardment for two minutes, his sword was broken into three, and the brilliant robe like armor on his body was also split into pieces, and all his body was wounded after the sword qi was horizontal. It's just that his death was much luckier than Ryan's, he was chopped to death by Zhang Yi from the top of his head with a palm.

With this Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, Zhang Yi's strength has increased more than ten times, the sword energy carried by this Xuanyuan Sword itself is comparable to a swordsmanship master who has reached the peak of swordsmanship, coupled with his strength, it is not as simple as one plus one at all, these masters who are similar to his strength are naturally not his enemies in one or two moves, as long as all their defenses are broken by the Xuanyuan Sword, it will be easy for Zhang Yi to kill them.

Then, Zhang Yi once again met the Grand Inquisitor Joseph, who had a fierce battle with Master Fa Hong, the Grand Inquisitor Joseph was second only to Pope Paul in strength, and the Holy Weapon True Cross Sword in his hand was also a good sword, at least the first time the Xuanyuan Sword collided with this cross sword, it just blocked the edge of the Xuanyuan Sword.

However, it was only one time, after the second collision, the cross sword cracked, until after the third collision, the silver cross sword was directly blasted into slag, divided into countless pieces, and scattered in the snow.

Glancing at Joseph who was holding the hilt of the sword in a daze, Zhang Yi said coldly: "Your so-called holy weapons were just made of materials brewed by a special secret method many years ago, and they only have their hard shells, compared to our Huaxia divine soldiers who have been tempered by countless Dao and thousands of tempers, it is not a grade at all, and the Xuanyuan Sword in my hand is something from the ancestors of China five thousand years ago, thousands of years earlier than the holy relics of your Holy See, and it is not in vain to destroy them in its hands. ”

After speaking, Zhang Yi swung away with a sword, and the three sword qi sprinkled with joy crossed and horizontally and enveloped Joseph in it, and soon, Joseph was engulfed by these three sword qi, and when the sword qi disappeared, Joseph also disappeared.

Zhang Yi glanced at some of the minced meat scattered on the snow, and the big pool of blood, and once again praised the strength of this Xuanyuan sword, these three sword qi actually crushed Joseph.

The strongest force of the Holy See, the Templars, died, Archbishop Ryan died, Judge Kutch died, Archinquisitor Joseph died, and now, there was only one strongest Pope Paul, and at this moment he was surrounded by countless masters.

Zhang Yi glanced at Pope Paul, who was surrounded by many masters in the distance, clenched his fists, and walked up with a cold face.