Just as the sword light surged, all the magicians who came with the army flew out and chanted loudly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In front of the army, a blue arc of light appeared, and those golden streamer sword shadows bombarded the blue arc of light, and they all froze.

The advance of the army also stopped, and the cavalry leading the charge let out a burst of roars, and the horses under their crotches continued to roar, but there was no way to continue their advance.

The Pope's brows furrowed, he didn't expect that these sword shadows would be blocked, unable to penetrate this arc of light, forming a stalemate.

Of course, looking at the pale faces of the more than twenty magicians, desperate to perform their divine magic, such a stalemate would not last long. I'm afraid that in a few moments, this arc of light will completely break under the impact of a large number of sword shadows.

The current situation is equivalent to one person holding a sword and stabbing another person's shield.

Both sides wrestle with each other, and the quality of the shield is not too good, sooner or later it will be shattered under the strength and blade, and when the time comes, the person behind the "shield" will only have the only way to die.

"Kill that blasphemer for me." The Pope said coldly.

There was a loud roar in the city behind him, and Arthas, who had fallen into the city as the shield shattered, fought with the magicians and knights in the city.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to go too."

Estes stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, and with a casual grip of his hand, a spear formed by water vapor in the frozen air appeared in his hand, and the war horse under his crotch neighed and rushed towards him.

The army in front of him made a way, allowing Estes to rush to the front in a few blink of an eye.

"Hahaha!"

With a burst of wild laughter, Estes did not stop, and directly stabbed the spear in his hand into the blue arc of light in front of him.

The chill spread.

"Cooperate with her." Su Mo opened his mouth and said.

The faces of those magicians turned pale, and the divine power on their bodies surged again.

The Pope's eyes narrowed, and the sharp blade in his hand slashed again, and a large number of streamers and sword shadows appeared, shooting towards the army under his feet.

At this moment, the roar of Estes came: "Charge with me!" ”

With her voice, the blue arc of light turned into a truly thick blue icy shield, and the previously motionless army began to move forward again.

A large number of sword shadows pierced the ice shield, a large amount of ice fell to the ground, and small holes appeared on the big shield, cracks one after another, but it was not broken.

Instead, the army stared at the impact of the streamer sword shadow, and under the leadership of Estes, the speed of progress began to become faster and faster.

The distance from the city gradually narrowed, and the ice shield also became fragmented, and the area began to shrink, and some soldiers were directly retained under the shadow of the streamer sword, and were instantly pierced through their bodies and fell.

However, the number of Streamer Sword Shadows continued to decrease, and eventually, with a reluctant gasp from the Pope, all the Sword Shadows disappeared.

Only the huge sword shadow that pierced into the ground still surrounded the city wall, forming a protective form.

After the shadow of the streamer sword disappeared, the Pope looked at Estes at his feet, the expression on his face changed, and the aura on his body suddenly changed, from the original high-ranking and majestic superior to a warrior full of fighting spirit.

The golden divine power on his body rose like flames, and the robe was directly transformed into armor, and the moment the robe turned into armor, the Pope's figure disappeared directly into the sky.

When he reappeared, he had already come to a place less than a meter above the army, or behind Estes, and fell to the ground suddenly.

"Boom!"

It was as if something huge had fallen, and a wave of air rushed in all directions, and a large hollow suddenly appeared in the originally neatly arranged army, and a large number of warriors and knights were swept away.

Naturally, the war horse under Estes's crotch was not spared, or even more miserable, and was directly torn in half by the power of the Pope.

Estes, the lost horse, jumped up and performed a graceful leap in mid-air, perfectly avoiding the Pope's first attack.

However, at this time, the Pope had already appeared behind Estes and stabbed him with a sword.

This sword was unpretentious, even the golden light on the sword had disappeared, and there was not the slightest whistling sound of breaking the sky. The sword, however, felt extremely uncomfortable—or rather heavy, not so much a sword as a mountain strike.

Everything that stands in its way will be completely shattered by this heavy and terrible force.

A sword can directly kill the opponent's main general, but the Pope's heart is not the slightest joy, and the expression on his face is even more serious.

In a war, his original enemy should not be Estes, his real opponent should be Nero Akmund, the black-clothed archbishop who is still in the rear of the army and is watching coldly!

In the war, he was king, and the black-clad archbishop was also king, and Estes was only a general at best.

However, now that the other party's king has not yet made a move, he has to deal with the opponent's "generals" himself, and in a sense, the Pope has already lost.

Even if you kill Estes, you may not be able to recover the decline on your side.

The heavy sword momentum locked Estes, and Estes turned upside down, a thin layer of ice appeared on his feet, but there was no way to dodge it.

The blade was already close to Estes's body, and the armor behind him had sunk before the blade arrived, and then shattered directly, and Estes felt as if a mountain was coming behind him.

At this moment, the ground under the Pope's feet cracked, and a large mouth of blood like a meat grinder opened and bit towards the Pope.

The mouth of the abyss lurking underneath is dispatched!

At the same time, the two little soldiers who had been knocked away by the impact just now rushed back in an instant, and the thin blade with a trace of black aura in their hands stabbed towards the Pope, and the air was quickly filled with a fishy sweet breath, and the red pupils and black pupils shot out!

Unable to escape, Estes also condensed an ice sword and stabbed at the Pope with his backhand.

"Get out!"

The smell of corruption coming from his feet, and the fishy sweet smell in the air made the Pope realize that if this blow continued, although he could kill the person in front of him, he would inevitably be hit hard.

In desperation, with a roar, the Pope reversed the blade of his sword, enveloping everyone in the attack.

Estes, red pupils and black pupils, flew out upside down and landed on the ground.

The mouth of the abyss fell directly back into the cave that had been dug out, and a tongue flicked.

The Pope's body flashed, disappeared in place, and appeared on the huge sword shadow outside the city wall, stepping on the hilt of the sword, coming and going freely, looking extremely windy.

However, the armor on his feet had been obviously deformed and was slowly recovering, small ice crystals kept falling, and a black aura appeared on his face, which surged up several times before being suppressed.

An extremely small wound on his face.

One move forced everyone back, and it looked like it was extremely stylish. In reality, it can't be as easy as it seems.

Whether it is Estes, the mouth of the abyss, the two sisters with red pupils and black pupils, their strength has reached the legend, even if the Pope is now far beyond the ordinary legend, in the face of the joint attack of these people and beasts, they have to pay some price.

"It's a shame."

Estes shook his head, the Pope's strength is indeed strong enough, and the sneak attack of several of them, even if it is a legend, will hate the sword. And the pope escaped only at the cost of a minor injury.

The world of the gods, which can be related to the gods, is the most powerful.

"Whew-"

With a long breath of black air, a hint of fierceness flashed in the Pope's eyes, and the huge sword shadow under his feet slowly disappeared.

"Attack!"

With a roar of rage, the remaining army magicians who were originally on standby in the city no longer retained their last strength, and rushed out of the city directly, rushing towards the army in front of them.

The current situation is already extremely unfavorable, but the god of power has never reacted, and continuing to defend negatively will only make the momentum drop to the freezing point, and then there will really be no resistance.

The Pope can only choose to give it a go and fight against the odds, perhaps only in this way can there be a glimmer of life.

Alsaston, who was fighting hard, felt the pressure lightened, split the few people in front of him, and took the opportunity to get out of the battle.

"Kill!"

Estes shouted sharply, and the armies of the two sides finally officially fought together.

"Archbishop Nero!"

The Pope's sword blade was aimed at Su Mo, who was looking at him from afar, and shouted loudly, "Dare to fight!" ”

"Dare to fight!"

"Dare to fight!"

The loud voice echoed in the sky, and with the Pope's invitation to fight, the momentum of the forces that were fighting suddenly increased, and everyone roared, and they even blocked the army that far outnumbered them.

"World War I?"

Su Mo looked at the majestic Pope and chuckled, "You are not worthy." ”

The domineering expression on the Pope's face froze slightly, unworthy?

How dare this black-clad archbishop say such a thing? Even if in the past six months, it is he who has led the Church of Power to defeat and retreat, even if he is really strong, he has already made public the next Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Spring.

But after all, he is only a black-clothed archbishop at this moment, strictly speaking, the status of the pope is more than him, why can he naturally say the words "you are not worthy"?

If he doesn't even deserve to fight the black-clad archbishop, then who here can fight him? (To be continued.) )