Listening to Francis's words that he didn't know whether to live or die, the eyes of the man in white flashed with a hint of murderous intent: "Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you."

As soon as the words fell, he drew the heavy sword in his hand and killed Francis.

Francis also did not show weakness in holding the heavy sword in his hand and greeted the man in white.

"Daryl, do you really want to die?". Francis greeted Daryl as he greeted.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Daryl's mouth, and he asked Francis, "If it were you, would you give up?"

"No, it is rumored that the treasure of His Excellency the Great Alchemist contains magical items that break through the realm of the Great Swordsman, so I will not give it up." Francis replied to Darryl in the affirmative.

The killing intent in Daryl's eyes became a little stronger: "In that case, then only one of us can leave alive today."

"You're right, only one person can leave alive today. As long as you die, the news of the treasure will not spread. I can be confident and bold to find treasures and find magical items that can help me break through." Francis's eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light, and the fighting spirit of his whole body spread to the heavy sword in his hand.

"Boom".

The two heavy swords collided fiercely, and the fighting spirit swept around the two of them.

The calm water of the river was like a frightened beast, and it instantly began to go berserk. Countless rivers rushed into the sky, flapping frantically against the riverbank.

Looking at the precarious riverbank, Jia Changsheng's heart couldn't help but tighten, and an ominous feeling appeared in his heart.

Paul subconsciously squeezed his hands a little tighter, staring at the two fighting figures on the river.

Daryl looked at Francis and gritted his teeth fiercely in his heart: "Francis, I admit that I just underestimated you."

"Look, you're not just looking down." A hint of mockery flashed across Francis's mouth.

Looking at this hint of ridicule, anger appeared in Daryl's heart: "Rampant, I will completely kill you here today."

"You want to kill me, in the next life." Francis laughed unbridledly, not expecting him Daryl to be a paper tiger. It's a shame that I'm so scared to escape along the way.

Daryl's face was innocent, and before he had time to think about it, he spread his fighting spirit and jumped into the sky lightly.

A suffocating aura overwhelmed the world, and Francis sank his heart to the bottom, and the fighting spirit on his body intertwined into a mask to protect himself tightly.

The heavy sword in Daryl's hand turned into a giant sword, and it was slashed down fiercely surrounded by fighting energy.

Francis's vindictive shield faded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when he saw that he couldn't stop it, he subconsciously stomped his foot on the surface of the river.

"Boom".

A large part of this force fell to the surface of the river under the deliberate inducement of Francis. The whole river suddenly burst open, and the already extremely unstable river instantly destroyed the banks on both sides, turning into a raging flood and rushing downward.

"Nope". Paul thought of the gathering place below, and subconsciously shouted at the water of the raging lake.

The river is wide and has an astonishing amount of water, but because of the towering banks on both sides, it is not to feel its horror. Now, detonating the river embankment under the duel of these two great swordsmen has become a disaster in an instant.

Looking at the flood that was constantly sweeping downward, the corners of Jia Changsheng's mouth twitched fiercely, and he wanted to make a move, but he had certain scruples. After all, the chaotic qi and the law collapse are not a joke.

"Someone?". Francis and Darryl took a few steps back at the same time and looked in the direction of the sound.

The two exchanged glances with a tacit understanding at this time, and then attacked Jia Changsheng and Paul.

Seeing the two of them swinging heavy swords and rushing towards him, Jia Changsheng subconsciously wanted to fly into the air, but he stopped thinking about it.

"You, it's you, who don't care about the lives of us refugees, and destroy the river embankment at will. It is you who treat human life as if it were a waste of life and kill refugees and civilians indiscriminately." Instead of retreating, Paul stepped forward and shouted at the two who pounced. A holy aura spread and flew forward.

Daryl and Francis subconsciously stopped, their eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity: "What can we do?"

"If you can be a great swordsman, a great magician, a great warrior, or a great alchemist, you can do the same." Francis tummy and Paul replied.

Daryl saw that Paul dared to come out and question, and there was a faint trace of admiration in his heart, and even he didn't feel it: "You didn't have to die, but it's a pity that you heard news that you shouldn't have heard, so I can only kill you to prevent accidents."

"I was supposed to be a damn person, but unfortunately the people who lived in the lower reaches of the river were hit by the flood." When Paul said this, there was a flash of compassion in his eyes.

Jia Changsheng looked at Paul's eyes and asked Paul, "Do you want to save this disaster?"

"Save this disaster, you know, it's hard to recover, don't say you, even we can't make these floods go back." Francis and Daryl listened to this, their eyes full of disbelief.

Jia Changsheng did not reply to them, but looked at Paul, his eyes were very firm: "As long as you believe in the light, you can do it."

"Faith, it looks like we've met a madman." Francis said to Darryl.

Darryl held the heavy sword in his hand and proposed to Francis, "Let's kill them first, and then we will fight to the death."

"Good". Francis replied to Darryl, and then stabbed Paul.

Seeing that Francis was so fast, Daryl also hurriedly held the heavy sword in his hand and stabbed it in the direction where Jia Changsheng was.

Paul was blessed for a while, and subconsciously repeated Jia Changsheng's words: "Believe in light."

"I, the Lord God of Light, accept your faith. From now on, you are my messenger on earth." A loud and majestic voice came from the void and exploded in Paul's mind.

An endless divine kingdom loomed, a round of divine light sprinkled down from above the nine heavens, and the light was high and the highest divine kingdom looked down on the common people.

"The Most High Lord God of Light". Paul looked at this magnificent scene and subconsciously repeated it again.

The bright expression did not fluctuate, and his eyes looked at Paul from above the nine heavens: "My messenger, what do you want?"

"Drain the flood and restrain the strongest". Paul spoke his plea to the light above the sky.

Hearing the request, the light nodded secretly in his heart: "I grant your wish and give you the strength to eliminate the flood within ten breaths and rival the strongest."