The moment Jiang Ling closed his eyes, the wind around him seemed to stop, and only the voice belonging to Aris was slowly rippling.

The voice was everywhere, and Jiang Ling only felt as if he was wrapped in countless sounds.

He couldn't pinpoint the opponent's position at all.

He doesn't like this feeling, he has always been active, when was he suppressed to such an extent.

He didn't want to sit still, and his voice rang out at the same time that the dagger in his hand appeared.

"Your Majesty's methods are so weird, and the kid has learned so shallowly, I'm afraid that he can't really break His Majesty's barriers, but he still has to try, right?"

Jiang Ling's ears could hear the slightest gap.

He tried to feel the power of the place based on where the sound was transmitted and how it echoed, but alas, he didn't feel any difference.

It seemed that the place where he was now was reality, and it was an empty place, otherwise the voices would not be so consistent.

"Isn't it an illusion?"

While Jiang Ling muttered, the dagger in his hand also flew out.

Three daggers, three completely different directions.

Behind him, the dagger flew straight out.

Unfortunately, in this environment, the dagger seemed to have encountered no obstacles, and kept flying until it was exhausted, and all three daggers fell to the ground, and a sound was heard.

Jiang Ling's eyes were closed, and when he heard the three daggers landing at the same time, he rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, if there was a sophisticated instrument here, it would be possible to find that Jiang Ling's speed was actually the same as the speed at which the dagger flew out.

Just as the dagger landed, Jiang Ling's body stopped and threw a punch in front of him.

This punch seemed to hit the open space, at the very least, Jiang Ling's punch didn't look like it was going to hit something.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Ling's fist encountered obstacles halfway.

"Bang!"

It seemed to hit somewhere, and Jiang Ling's fist was stopped.

The corners of Jiang Ling's mouth hooked up a good-looking arc.

"Humph!"

Jiang Ling snorted coldly and kicked out.

"Little friendly and keenly perceived!"

Arris's voice sounded, and Jiang Ling clearly felt that the fist he threw was free.

This kick of his own also fell into the empty space.

"Poof!"

At the same time, Jiang Ling's body bent slightly, as if he had been hit by someone, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew out directly.

"Bang!"

His body slammed to the ground.

There was a sudden sound of wind, and Jiang Ling crossed his arms to protect his head!

"Bang!"

His cross was only just erected, and he felt someone kick him.

His body slid down the ground again, facing behind him.

"Little friend, you are the true Zen of Dingzen Temple! You're the Blood Shura of the Shadows! How can you fall here? ”

Arris's voice was mocking.

Dangdang!

It was like the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, and Jiang Ling could feel the other party's approach.

His eyes were still closed.

He didn't respond, the voice grew closer, closer.

"Little friend! You're the person I value the most! ”

At the same time as the voice sounded, Jiang Ling could feel that Arris's feet had stomped down from a high place.

Jiang Ling rolled over.

"Click!"

Where his head was, countless cracks appeared in an instant, but unfortunately, Jiang Ling couldn't see it.

But even if he can't see, it can't block his perception.

While his body was rolling, a dagger thrown by him happened to fall into his hand and was thrown directly by him.

Sou!

The dagger flew like an arrow from a string to where Aris might stand.

"Dang!"

The sound of metal handing over sounded, and the dagger was directly knocked away.

Jiang Ling's brows frowned slightly, he was too passive here, he was like a blind man now, relying on his perception and ears to distinguish where Arris might be, as well as attacks.

"Is the blood Shura of the dark department only using such despicable means?"

Arris's voice was a little colder.

He was one of the twelve members of the former Shadow Ministry, and he was naturally very clear about Jiang Ling's methods, plus he was His Majesty the Pope, it was too difficult for Jiang Ling to gain the initiative in his hands.

Jiang Ling stood up with his body propped up, and he could feel Aris slowly walking over.

There seems to be a light appearing.

"If you only have these means, Shura, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Arris's voice fell, and the scepter actually appeared in front of Jiang Ling, and the dazzling light on it appeared, as if it had gathered some terrifying power, and smashed it down on Jiang Ling.

Jiang Ling tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to hear the voice clearly, and the strange thing was that Jiang Ling tilted his head and coincidentally dodged the scepter.

"Humph!"

Aris snorted coldly, and the scepter swept in his hand.

Jiang Ling's right arm was raised, and it was a coincidence that he blocked the scepter's movements.

Such a scene made Arris, who was hidden in it, stunned.

"Is it a coincidence?"

"Boom!"

Arris's voice rang out again, and the milky white light exploded like fireworks.

The strange thing was that the light was still the size of a fist away from Jiang Ling, and it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

"This power!"

Arris's voice trembled a little.

The right talent and qi gang just blocked Jiang Ling's front door, but now in this scene, it was obvious that the qi gang surrounded Jiang Ling's whole person.

"Your Majesty, aren't you showing up yet?"

Jiang Ling slowly raised his head and looked in front of him, his voice was so cold that it was unimaginable.

But the moment his words fell, Aris held the scepter in his hand, and it was a meter in front of him.

"Your Majesty, do you think I can survive now?"

Jiang Ling's faint words did not carry any trace of emotion, as if he was just stating a simple matter.

"Really?"

Aris's scepter was withdrawn, and a milky white light appeared on the palm of his hand, and immediately, the scepter turned all white.

The white, white was so pure that the five meters around the two of them were illuminated by the white scepter.

Such a scene made Jiang Ling's pupils shrink.

As His Majesty the Pope, his methods were more or less beyond his imagination.

Such a magic-like method fell into the hands of Arris, and it was actually beautiful.

Although Jiang Ling was surprised in his heart, it was nothing more, and a faint light appeared on his palm.

It's cyan.

It was the light condensed by his own strength.

When he was dodging Arris's power, he used all his qi to the extreme, and he didn't waste a single thing, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to block Arris's two attacks in succession.

When the light on Aris's scepter lit up, Jiang Ling seemed to have a faint understanding, and this scene appeared, he actually relied on his strength to make his qi appear color.

"It can't be!"