"Dependent? In the land of the Lord, even if you have great ability, you will not escape the Lord's sanction.

O merciful Lord! Please give me strength! Give me the sword of punishment and let me punish sinners and cut out the darkness! ”

Divine golden flames burned in Puluo's gaze, and the power of faith surged from all directions.

After absorbing the power of faith, the aura on Puro's body swelled wildly, and the divine luster formed a circle of pure white light behind him.

The more powerful the paladin, the more faith power can be contained in his body. According to the calculation of the power of faith under the current general accommodation, his strength is by no means as simple as it usually shows, and that gossip may be true.

With a "hum", the power of faith stopped moving forward and slowly dissipated into the surrounding air.

A white divine luster lit up on the surface of Puluo's body. At this time, the aura on his body has completely changed, no longer has a little smell of earthly fireworks, and is full of holy divinity.

"Sword of Punishment!"

With a flash of white light, a large sword made of blue crystals appeared in his hand.

If you look closely, you can see that the front and back of the hilt are inlaid with a white gem.

"Sanctions!"

The blue sword qi cut through the space and slashed towards Miao Junfeng. Without the slightest concern for Mitheus and Bismarck behind him.

"It's just a pseudo-hallows weapon!" Miao Junfeng raised his hand and made a move, and the sword of King Ming was in his hand.

A "ding" sounded, and Miao Junfeng raised the sword rung, blocking the sword qi that was chopping.

"The radiance of God! God's sanction! ”

"Boom" and "Boom", two streamers formed by the power of faith converged into the white gem of the hilt of the sword.

With the escape of the power of faith, the white gem immediately flashed with golden brilliance. In the next moment, a golden light rose from the hilt of the sword, and in the blink of an eye, the sword of punishment became golden and shining.

Without saying a word, Pu Luo raised his sword with both hands and slashed at Miao Junfeng again.

This sword, in addition to the power of the sword of punishment itself, also comes with the law of light and the blessings of the gods.

"Pro, soldier, fight!"

Miao Junfeng will not drag it out, and the nine-character mantra reads three of the words.

The breath of the three quaint Dao rules wrapped the Ming King Sword in an instant. After that, the Ming King Sword trembled slightly in Miao Junfeng's hand, and it wanted to rush up immediately and smash the sword qi that slashed from it.

"If you want to go, let's go!" Miao Junfeng spread his palms and let the Ming Wang Sword fly out independently.

With a "whoosh", the Ming Wang Sword brought up a golden afterimage, and slashed down against the sword qi that was coming.

The False Hallows to the Sword of the Ming King, the Law of Light to the Law of Light, and the Blessing of God to the first three words of the nine-character mantra.

There was no sound, no explosion, just a layer of aura that spread rapidly around the two when they met.

The borrowed strength is like a rootless ping, and the successor is weak. After smashing the sword qi, the Ming Wang Sword shot towards Puluo with a bang.

Puluo's eyes narrowed, and out of confidence in the Sword of Punishment, he took a step forward, raised his sword and swung it down with a single blow.

However, a "click" sounded, and the Sword of Punishment was split in two by the Ming King Sword in front of his eyes.

With a "poof", bright red blood splashed up. The wound was like a vent, and the power of faith sealed in the body was like a flood that burst the embankment, spurting out in an instant.

"No!" Provo let out an unwilling roar, he didn't want to believe that he had been defeated by Miao Junfeng so easily.

"Back!" Miao Junfeng's heart moved, and the sword of King Ming did not split it twice, and flew back to Miao Junfeng's hands obediently.

"I can give you one chance, but never a second time. If it weren't for Mitheus, I wouldn't mind killing you. You know, in my eyes, there's no difference between killing you and killing an ant. ”

At this moment, Puluo, covering his wounds, stood in place like a deflated ball, his eyes blank.

This defeat was a great blow to Puluo, and the last thing he believed in the past was that the magic of the East could defeat his divine art. But today, I have tasted this rumor that I used to scorn in the past with the lesson of blood.

"Child, this is the Lord's test for you, and the darkness can bring fear and uneasiness before the light comes. Only by defeating them can we welcome the coming of light. ”

A gentle voice rang out, and a beam of light shone down from the sky, enveloping the sluggish Puro.

"Pope, I was wrong, I will learn from this lesson and practice harder." After staying in the beam of light for a while, Puro's mind became clear again, and the light of hope in his eyes lit up again.

"Good boy, you step back first." The Pope was pleased with Puro's performance.

"Miao Junfeng, you are younger and stronger than I thought. As the Lord's spokesman in the world, I am glad to have you with us.

In the past, you had people bring me a message that they wanted to come to me for tea. I believe that you are not a man of his word, and therefore, I have prepared the best tea for you in the Holy Court.

I welcome you at any time, but I hope that you will not interfere in our household affairs, so as not to hurt the peace. ”

"What shall I call you? Let's just call you Pope!

Pope, Mitheus is my friend, and I will not watch him suffer. He can't, and neither can you.

Today, since you are here, I can't do without it. Recently, I have created a new trick, and I would like you to guide me or two. ”

"Go!" Miao Junfeng's handprint is knotted, and it is a finger aimed at the void.

The Pope, who was far away in the Holy Court, felt the power of this blow. He quickly picked up the chalice that had been placed aside, and made a move in the direction of the sense.

With a soft "ding" sound, the Holy Grail fended off Miao Junfeng's attack, but it made the hand that held the Holy Grail tremble.

"Miao Junfeng, this blow of yours is very powerful, I don't know what it's called?" The Pope's voice came from the sky, the tone of which was the same as before.

"It seems that it is still a little bit worse, and I originally thought that this blow would bring you a little surprise.

The name of this move is the Space Light Spear, and I will continue to refine it in the future. When the time comes, I would like to ask you to continue to provide your comments. ”

"Yes, although I am old, I still understand the principle of keeping up with the times.

Aren't you coming to the Holy See? Let Mitheus come with you! You are a distinguished guest of the Holy See, and the Holy Court must consider your suggestions. ”

"Thank you, you are an enlightened and wise pope. I'm looking forward to meeting you. Please prepare tea and snacks, I think we should talk for a long time. ”

"No problem, so be it! I still have something to attend to, and we'll see you in the Holy Court. ”

Cutting off the connection with Miao Junfeng, the Pope gasped for a few breaths. The previous blow didn't hurt him very badly, but it still had a little effect on him.

"Luckily, I was prepared to keep the Holy Grail by my side. Otherwise, this blow could have left me in bed for ten days and half a month.

Miao Junfeng, where is the end of your strength? Did you just hit it casually, or did you hit it with all your might?

Ay! Rumple, Rumple, this time I was miserable by you. ”