Chapter 614: Showdown

No one thought that this pope was actually a spiritual special function, and the attack method used was a spiritual attack, which could not only imprison the opponent's thinking and make the other party follow his own will, but also directly disperse the opponent's consciousness, Shunjiang turned the opponent into an idiot, and more importantly, he could communicate with nature in a spiritual way, collect the information of nature, and finally concluded that the Pope found Zao Wou-Ki with this method.

Seeing that Zao Wou-Ki was under control, the Pope secretly breathed a sigh of relief, urged the momentum, and shouted: "God says that whoever believes in me will have eternal life." Several waves of strange energy poured into that strange crown.

Zao Wou-Ki felt that the white light emitted from the strange crown was even more abundant, as if it was scorching his soul, very uncomfortable, and the voice of the Sanskrit chant rose even more, from a needle prick to a sword thorn, as if he was about to stab himself into pieces, extremely uncomfortable.

"Am I going to confess here today?" Zhao Wouji saw that the four of Cheng Gang who were accompanying him hugged their heads even more unbearably, their faces were painful, Zhao Wouji became angry, and his anger turned into a clear roar, ah——!

The momentum swelled to the limit, and the battle intent in his heart was like a monstrous growth, and the true strength was completely displayed for the first time without any scruples, and his hands turned into a circle and began to dance, one round after another, and he started the inner family Taijiquan.

I saw that with Zao Wou-Ki as the center, a huge whirlpool was formed within a radius of five meters, and the entire space seemed to collapse, running around Zao Wou-Ki at high speed, the surrounding trees, ground, and gravel were all twisted into powder, and the strange crown on the head of Zao Wou-Ki was even more shaky.

With such a strong momentum and strong fighting spirit, the Pope was shocked, glanced at the four elders who were also frightened, and hurriedly said: "Quick, Knight of the Round Table, do it, don't worry about killing." ”

At this time, Zao Wou-Ki remembered the "ink knife" he was carrying, the "ink knife" suddenly appeared, and countless dark ink-colored exercises flashed in the void, with a sharp knife aura, and split towards the Pope, Zao Wou-Ki knew very well that this old guy must be stopped from singing, otherwise, everyone will really have to explain here today, Zao Wou-Ki never thought that there were such people in this world, or underestimated the heroes of the world.

The black black sword qi roared away, and all those who blocked it were easy, and the Pope had to move his body to avoid the fierce external sword qi attack, and the Sanskrit chant paused.

It was at this moment that Zao Wou-Ki hurriedly felt better, regardless of the other knights of the round table who surrounded and fought up, and decisively rushed towards the Pope, capturing the thief and capturing the king first, and only by stopping the Sanskrit singing of this old thing, Cheng Gang and the others could concentrate and concentrate on the rest of the other party.

The four elders saw through Zao Wou-ki's intentions at a glance, and immediately blocked the front, and fought with Zao Wou-ki, and the Pope's Sanskrit chanting became even sharper, Zao Wou-Ki desperately endured the pain in his brain, and fought the four elders alone, full of dangers, not that Zao Wou-Ki's strength was not enough, but that all of these four elders were not simple, they were all martial artists, and they practiced very strange dry Zen exercises.

Zao Wou-Ki glanced at Cheng Gang and the four of them distractedly, and found that the four of them were subject to the Pope's spiritual attack, and they couldn't fight back effectively at all, and they were wantonly abused by the Ten Knights of the Round Table, and they looked indescribably miserable, once upon a time, everyone was subjected to this kind of abuse? Since the success of martial arts, everyone has always only bullied others, where have they suffered like this?

It will definitely not work like this, Zao Wou-Ki doesn't know how many times he has been beaten, fortunately, his physical fitness is good enough, otherwise he would have been beaten to death, the pain after the body was beaten has reduced the pain of the mental attack on the brain, and his thinking is actually normal, looking at the Pope who kept singing at the corner of his mouth, Zao Wouji's eyes were red, and he couldn't wait to break the other party's corpse into ten thousand pieces, Fang Xiao resented in his heart, this ghost voice of Sanskrit singing, it was really a ghost, it was so powerful.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zao Wou-ki's mind, and he immediately had a countermeasure, using his internal strength to temporarily close some of the meridians of the two roots, so that he could not hear anything at all, and the buzzing sound was no longer in his mind, and he suddenly became sober.

The brain was not restrained, and the murderous aura in Zao Wouji's chest surged up, and Yun Gong roared wildly, "Yun Gong closes the meridians of the ear. The voice with internal strength overshadowed the sound of the Pope's Sanskrit singing, and suddenly woke everyone up, everyone was a human spirit, and after completely closing their hearing, they all calmed down.

Zao Wou-Ki immediately gave Cheng Gang and the others a few sign languages, everyone nodded knowingly, the murderous aura in their eyes was even stronger, and they all locked on the Pope angrily, and with a clear roar, they all used their own tricks and pounced on the Pope, and Zao Wou-Ki also forced back an elder and rushed towards the Pope.

Instead of passively dividing and being beaten like this, it is better to concentrate on attacking one person, and this person will naturally become the pope, and it is more like a group fight on the street, one-on-one slashing, it is better for everyone to gather together and cut one person and eliminate them one by one.

The tactics changed suddenly, the situation quietly changed, maybe because these knights of the round table had not fought for a long time, the tactical coordination and play were not very good, and when they saw the opponent attacking the Pope, they all panicked, and they also pounced, ready to help.

Zao Wou-Ki waited for this opportunity, "Ga——! With a sharp roar, he jumped high, and the "ink knife" in his hand locked on the Pope and slashed over.

The four elders hurriedly fought against Zao Wou-Ki, and at this time, Cheng Gang and the four suddenly changed their offensive routes, locked on to an elder respectively, and attacked suddenly, using all life-fighting tricks, which frightened the elders to instinctively save themselves.

At this time, Zao Wou-ki, who was high in the air, made a move to "split Huashan" and killed the Pope fiercely, and the space split by the "ink knife" seemed to be distorted and collapsed, with bursts of thunder.

Although the Pope had good strength, he didn't dare to resist this move, so he had to turn around and dodge, so he panicked, and Zao Wou-Ki followed up like a shadow, and the "ink knife" swept, and a sword qi flashed on the knife body, which is commonly known as knife qi, which is the result of the formation of internal strength and external release.

Burst! With a bang, the Pope didn't have time to dodge, the clothes on his body were cut a big hole, and he took a few steps back in embarrassment to stabilize his body.

The four elders and the knights of the round table saw that the Pope was injured, and they were horrified one by one, and they all rushed towards the Pope, where would Cheng Gang and the others let go of such a good opportunity, the resentment that was suppressed and beaten just now burned, and they also followed up, and the dream was the most fierce.

It's a long story, but it's just a blink of an eye. Zhao Wou-Ki saw that he had a successful move, took the initiative, and would not give up the perfect opportunity, a tiger jumped up, and the "ink knife" in his hand went straight to the throat of the Pope, planning to take the other party's life with one move, and then said, what is the Pope not the Pope, I have never heard of it.

Although the Pope cultivated the dry Zen skill well, but the combat experience was not enough, and he was more of a spiritual attack, where was Zao Wou-ki's opponent, and the speed of the Sanskrit chant was accelerated, but he found that Zao Wou-Ki and the others were not controlled at all, and he couldn't help but be horrified, seeing that the knife was about to cut at him, he retreated back without any image.

"Don't kill my Pope." After the Great Elder anxiously repelled Cheng Gang, regardless of his own danger, he rushed up as if flying, blocking the front of the Pope with his body, and the "Ink Knife" slashed over with his sword qi, and slashed right on the elder's shoulder, cutting off the elder's shoulder entirely, and blood bloomed in the void.

"Your Excellency, Grand Elder." The rest of the Holy See shouted anxiously.

Zhao Wuji was already red-eyed, where could he manage so much, he flew up and kicked at the Great Elder, the momentum sank, plus it was right in front of him, everyone had no time to rescue, the Great Elder really ate this flying leg, and the whole person flew out, as if the internal organs were overturned over the river and the sea, and his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

"Great Elder." The ten knights of the round table found that the great elder was in his hands, and attacked frantically, ten people surrounded Cheng Gang and the four of them, without the caution just now, they were all desperate, Cheng Gang and the others were okay against one person, everyone was evenly matched, and it was very difficult to fight against more than two people at the same time, and under the attack of not being killed, it was even more dangerous, and there were many injuries.

On the other hand, after Zhao Wouji was surrounded by the three elders who reacted, he couldn't continue to chase and kill the Pope, and he was depressed to death, so he locked one of them and killed him wildly, as for the attack of the other two, he didn't guard against it at all, it was completely a tactic of you fighting yours and I hitting me.

But this tactic is very effective, Zao Wou-Ki relied on the power of the "ink knife", directly leaned on to fight, forcing the three bare-handed elders to be afraid, Zao Wou-Ki suddenly threw his hand, the "ink knife" flew up like lightning towards the locked elder, and Zao Wou-Ki himself pounced on him like a shadow.

As soon as the elder avoided the "ink knife", he suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and he was punched heavily on his body, and he felt that his entire internal organs were displaced, and his heart was sweet, and a mouthful of blood gushed up.

Zao Wou-Ki saw that he was good, and he took a punch and a kick in his back, and his left hand became a claw, and he fiercely grabbed the pipa bone on the elder's shoulder, making the other party unable to move, and his right hand even became a claw to clasp the opponent's throat.

"Don't, stop." Several other elders shouted in horror, everyone was a companion who had played since childhood, and they had a very deep affection for each other, and they were anxious when they saw that their companions' lives were being controlled.

Zhao Wouji didn't care so much, he was already red-eyed, the resentment of being beaten passively just now was burning, where would he be polite under his hands, and the strong internal strength spit out, and directly crushed the other party's Adam's apple, which is the position of the human body, and it is very important.

The Adam's apple was crushed, and the elder's breathing suddenly stopped, and he felt that his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

Hunted the two elders dangerously and dangerously, Zao Wou-Ki took the time to glance at Cheng Gang and the others, all of them were injured, fortunately, they were not fatal places, the only thing that was fortunate was that the four of them had very rich combat experience and had been united, everyone was fighting back to back, so that one person only needed to guard against one side.

This kind of passive defensive formation can force the opponent to have nothing to do, but it can only be effective in the short term, and everything will be over as soon as the physical strength is exhausted, and Zao Wou-Ki knows that he must kill this group of people as soon as possible, otherwise, everyone will definitely die, and it will be a big loss.

Zao Wou-Ki rushed over with an arrow step, picked up the "ink knife" and slaughtered the Pope again, Zao Wou-Ki found that as long as he chased the Pope, the enemy would panic, and he would make mistakes, so he would have a chance to take advantage of it, and there was a taste of encirclement to help, and the Pope saw that Zao Wou-Ki was chasing after him again, knowing that his attack had failed, so he simply stopped singing and faced him head-on.

Zao Wou-ki, who had already killed the red-eyed, suddenly calmed down, stared coldly at the Pope who was facing him head-on, not daring to be careless at all, and the momentum on his body soared, preparing for a fatal blow, and the grief in the hearts of the other two elder ninjas stood on both sides of the Pope and prepared to attack.