"This ......"

Saint Furlong looked at the white jade scepter in his hand in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

Everyone knows that the Death Scythe is powerful, and when Kane was using it just now, the Death Scythe suppressed everyone, but it was not as shocking as Jiang Qiu brought them at this time.

At any time, this kind of face-to-face duel is often the most shocking.

Jiang Qiu then swept the sickle again, and the death scythe scraped, and Saint Fran wanted to dodge, but he felt a huge murderous aura enveloping his body.

"You trapped me just now, and now I'm trapping you!"

Jiang Qiu said, and the state boundary seal in his hand slapped downward.

A thousand miles of mountains and rivers surged like a tide under the slap of the state boundary seal, pulling out a magnificent picture and covering the body of Saint Fran.

The majestic momentum, the infinite surging power of reincarnation is endless, in the mountains and rivers, countless green trees, and the crazy surging river water cover it, directly breaking through the holy light of St. Fran and pressing down St. Fran fiercely!

A high mountain suddenly appeared, capped down, and suppressed the body of Saint-Fran.

Saint-Fran waved his wings and for a moment wanted to escape from the suppression of the mountain.

However, this mountain is too big, no matter how St. Fran flies, he can't escape the suppression of the mountain.

And the Grim Reaper's scythe came violently at this time, and slashed heavily on Saint Fran's shoulder.

'Whew......'

The pair of wings that had solidified were cut by the Death Scythe and carried the blood of Saint Fran out of his body, and Jiang Qiu reached out and grabbed it, and tore it in half fiercely.

'......Boom'

The mountain finally locked Saint Fran's body completely, pressed down again, and pressed Saint Fran's body to the ground, revealing only one head!

'Buzz ......'

The Death Scythe let out a trembling sound of excitement, and before Jiang Qiu could speak, it scraped off again and slashed at Saint Fran's neck.

"Die!"

The spirit of the Death Scythe was excited, and cut off St. Fran's head with a single sword, and St. Fran's old face was originally shrouded in holy light, which was extremely sacred.

At this moment, he became gray and sallow in complexion.

Gurgling blood spurted from Saint Fran's neck, and a spirit with a golden hoop on his head and a pair of wings on his back spurted out of the blood, and rushed into the distance.

"Still want to run?"

The instrument spirit of the Death Scythe snorted coldly: "In the name of the dead, devour!" ”

The furious devouring power quickly enveloped St. Fran's soul, pulling his soul back in an instant.

"My lord, I am your most devout disciple, my lord save me!"

The spirit of St. Fran threw up his head and shouted, and the prayer resumed.

'Rowing ......'

Above the sky, as if to confirm the shout of St. Fran, a white light suddenly appeared through the sky and poured down.

"Demons, the Lord will punish you!"

The spirit of St. Fran was amazed when he saw the light, and struggled to float towards the white light.

"Give me back!"

The call of the dead tugged at the spirit of St. Fran, pulling him in his direction.

And that holy light shone again, and it seemed to be more powerful than the power summoned by the dead, and under the power of the summoning, it pulled the spirit of St. Fran upward.

"Humble demon, don't hurt my disciple!"

In midair, an angry shout rang out, and a phantom appeared above the holy light.

It was a bearded, barefoot man in a white linen robe, with a white headcoat on top of his head, and a golden cup in his hand.

The pouring of holy light poured out of the man's golden wine cup.

"It's Holy Lord Maneli!"

"Saint-Fran actually summoned Saint-Maneli!"

"My Lord is above!"

At this time, everyone below was shocked.

Kuser even knelt on one leg respectfully, with the giant sword in his hand on the ground, and made a knightly salute.

The other eleven paladins behind him also fell to one knee in unison.

"San Manelli appeared, this time it happened, this Jiang Tongyou, look at this this time it is over."

Countless S-level masters all looked at Jiang Qiu worriedly, in their opinion, this time Jiang Qiu was really going to die.

"Hmph, an S-level top-notch Divine Soul Phantom, does he really regard himself as a great power to help the world and save people?"

Sir Gooch rubbed the blood from the corner of his mouth with a little disdain on his face, and looked at St. Maneli with disdain.

This Saint Maneli is the Lord of the Holy Sect, and it is the most powerful top combat power in the world, except for the Grim Reaper, I am afraid that no one can compete with the Saint Maneli Force.

However, this is only a divine soul clone of St. Maneli, and this strength is difficult to say.

Cuse and St. Fran behaved only because they were believers in the Holy Lord!

Sir Gooch, on the other hand, was not a member of the Holy Church, on the contrary, he was a sworn enemy.

Saint-Maneli glanced at Sir Gooch: "Dark race? Everything in this world should be shrouded in light, and the dark race should die! ”

Saint-Manelli said, flicking his finger at Sir Gooke.

An extremely pure holy power rushed towards Sir Guck, and Sir Guck screamed, instantly turned into a cloud of black smoke, circled, and turned into a red-eyed bat with an evil aura all over his body, and it took several tosses and turns in a row to avoid this light and fall to the ground again!

"Damn it!"

Sir Gooch took a deep breath, his eyes had turned bloodthirsty red, but he no longer had the courage to face St. Maneli.

The other party was just a wisp of divine soul clone, with at most one-third of the ontological power, and he forced Sir to show his true body, and this kind of strength had already surpassed the vast majority of people present.

"Holy Lord! Save me! ”

When the spirit of St. Fran saw that St. Maneli had defeated Sir Gooch, he was so excited that he fell to his knees and tried to kiss St. Mane's bare feet with his mouth.

It's a pity that he is a bit far away from this distance, and he can't get close to his Holy Lord at all.

The Death Scythe was still tugging at Saint Fran's body, not stopping its movements at all because of the appearance of this holy lord.

"Demons! Don't let go yet! ”

St. Maneli's eyelids drooped, and he glanced majestically at the Death Scythe, and stretched out a finger to point at the Death Scythe.

"Hmph...... Shall I allow you to touch my artifact? ”

Jiang Qiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and at the same time, he pointed out, facing the finger of Saint Maneli.

"Oh my God, what is he doing?"

"Is this a tough fight against St. Mane's Force?"

"This guy is crazy, you have just advanced to the S-level realm!"

"Not necessarily, have you ever seen someone who has just entered the S-level realm and can subdue the Death Scythe? I don't think it's a good fight. ”

"Look!"

Countless people raised their heads one after another, and they saw Jiang Qiu's finger and San Maneli's finger rapidly approaching!

On Jiang Qiu's body, the golden and black light blended, and the arrogance was monstrous.

On the body of Saint-Maneli, the holy light is shrouded, and the same momentum is like a rainbow.

The two fingers collided with the full force of the two of them.

"Ignorant boy, you dare to confront my Holy Lord as soon as you enter the S-rank, you wait to die!"

Saint Fran looked at Jiang Qiu's finger and handed it up, with disdain in his heart, but also with a bit of pleasure that he was about to take revenge.

In his opinion, the Holy Lord will definitely win!

'......Boom'

The two small fingers touched, but this power was earth-shattering, shaking the heavens and the earth, and the S-class masters on the ground all felt the world spinning for a while, and they were dizzy.

When everyone looked up again, they were all full of disbelief, as if they could swallow an egg with their mouths open.

"No, it won't!"

"Oh my God!"

"He, he actually defeated San Maneli!"

In an instant, all the S-class collectively trembled and were messy.

Saint Fran was even more washed under the impact of this wave of energy, and his soul was almost destroyed.

Fortunately, he has the maintenance of St. Mane's force, and he can be regarded as retaining his soul.

But San Maneli was a little miserable, his linen robe had been shattered, his beard had been shattered, the turban on his head had also flew, and the entire soul clone was about to fall, as if it would collapse and dissipate at any time!

Looking at Jiang Qiu again, there was a fingerprint on his chest, but the black clothes were undamaged.

The uniform of the exorcism department is really powerful, and there is no damage to such a strong force impact.

Although Jiang Qiu coughed, he stood up again, with a faint sense of victory in his bright eyes.

"It's just a bullshit spirit clone, who gave you the confidence to make you arrogant?"

"Brahma refers to the god of slaughter!"

Jiang Qiu reached the realm of reincarnation, and this Burning Heaven Finger could also use the strongest form, and the Divine Slaughter Finger pointed at the Holy Maneli Divine Soul that was already on the verge of collapse and pointed it again.

With this finger, the color of the heavens and the earth changed, and the gods and demons were shocked.

The sky was gray and the ground was full of gusting winds.

The earth shook and the sky resounded.

"You still have the strength to spare?"

Before the Saint Maneli was fully breathed, Jiang Qiu had already attacked again, and he knew that he would not be able to defeat the kid in front of him today.

"My light is prosperous, and I will go to the east one day."

Saint Maneli shouted, but he didn't dare to take Jiang Qiu's finger, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a streamer and disappeared where he appeared just now.

"Holy Lord......

Saint-Furlong stretched out his hand and shouted, but not a single reply was heard.

"Your Lord has forsaken you, now you can go with me!"

In the laughter of the Death Scythe, the black mist lingered like a big mouth that devoured everything, swallowing the spirit of St. Fran into the stomach in one bite, and then burrowed into the Death Scythe to digest it.

"Oh my God! He actually defeated San Maneli! ”

"What's so strange about this, he killed Saint Fran, Saint Maneli is just a god soul clone coming, he may not have much strength, isn't it normal to defeat?"

"Hehe, a god soul clone? Sir Gooch has been defeated, how much do you think Sir is different from St. Fran? ”

A group of S-level masters immediately analyzed.

At this time, they realized that Jiang Qiu at this time actually had the strength to crush them!

"Don't argue, you say, will he kill us all first to get that resource?"

Someone suddenly asked, and then the audience fell silent!

(End of chapter)