Chapter 358: You're Just a Man in the Painting
Taibai was still wearing a white robe, with a sword hanging from his waist, and without a scabbard, he tied two white silk strips around his waist, colliding with the wine jug, making a "dong dong" sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
This is the real Taibai Sword.
Or rather, this is the tulip sword left behind by Du Wei. In the past, the sword on Taibai's waist was also called Taibai Sword by others, but it was all fake. What scabbard qualifies for a white sword?
The hilt of the Taibai sword depicts a blooming tulip flower, and the branches and leaves of the flower spread to the body of the sword. Looking at this sword from a distance, this sword looks like a golden tulip, and it does exude a smell of tulips. I don't know what kind of master can skillfully create such a peerless divine weapon.
"Your Excellency, this is too white. "Tros has seen Taibai, and immediately recognizes the one who is Taibai.
"Let's go, go back to the Ice Temple. Yves Saint Laurent waved his hand at Tross.
Tros hesitated, behind him were the elite of the Eighth Regiment, although there were only a hundred people, but these hundred people were his own brothers. No matter how strong these 100 people are, they met Houshan Taibai, that is, they were killed in seconds.
He remembered the scene of the dream trial vividly: Taibai slashed out a void with a single sword.
Even the iron horsemen of the Reinhardt family have to bow their heads in front of Taibai!
The strongest person under the starry sky is not comparable to ordinary holy ranks.
But leaving Archbishop Saint Laurent alone to face Taibai? Tros felt that he could not bear such a charge.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not afraid of him, don't be implicated, go back quickly. Yves Saint Laurent waved his hand again, "Follow my orders!"
After finishing speaking, Saint Laurent didn't care about Tross's hesitation, and walked straight to Taibai, who was walking from the southwest.
Troth hesitated again, gritted his teeth, turned his horse's head, and led his subordinates to the Ice and Snow Temple in the northwest direction. The Pope loves himself as he is, since Yves Saint Laurent said that he should go, it is good to leave himself, and the Pope will not blame himself after he returns.
After Troos and the Templars of the Eighth Regiment disappeared into the horizon, Yves Saint Laurent also met Taibai.
"Du Taibai, who are you going to help delay time?"
"My disciple Suge. ā
"Do you know who I am?"
"It's just an angel. ā
Saint Laurent's eyes were filled with anger, and a mortal dared to say such a thing to himself, "Who do you think you are, to dare to say such offensive words to an angel!"
Taibai looked up to the sky and laughed.
"What are you laughing at, what right do you have to laugh?"
"I laugh at you people in the divine realm, you take yourself too seriously. What right do I have to laugh? Because my name is Taibai. ā
"Hmph, just a holy step, it is also at the level of a saint, and even the goddess's footwashing water is not qualified to serve it at the holy level. "Saint Laurent is very disdainful, he never takes the Holy Order of the Miracle Continent seriously. Even if he said to the Pope on the day of his advent that there were two people who could threaten him, it was only a "threat", not that he was not the opponent of the other party. After a while, when his strength recovers, after reaching the realm, the entire Miracle Continent will be the strongest in itself.
"Aren't you also a Holy Order?" Taibai stopped laughing, his momentum instantly became very elegant, and he looked at Saint Laurent with a smile.
"Holy Order? Yes, I am Holy Order. But as long as you give me three years, I will be able to recover to the realm, and if I am given another ten years to recover, I will be able to re-enter the realm! ā
"Domain?" Taibai shook his head, "It's nothing unusual, a little witch at Hogwarts, less than the seventh level, has already mastered the power of the realm." ā
"You're stupid to practice swords, aren't you?How can the seventh level and the realm be connected, it's funny!"
"Nope. So you so-called realms, so-called god-level, so be it. I'm afraid that in your entire divine realm, the only one who has seen through the laws of this world is your goddess. You goddesses are more selfish, and it is impossible to order you anything, so you will be like this for the rest of your life, just like playing a game, and slowly level up. ā
Yves Saint Laurent couldn't understand what Taibai was saying.
"I don't understand, right, because you are originally untalented people, relying on the abundance of saint-level elements to cultivate, what is so rare when you reach a god level, and you are not afraid of being embarrassed when you say it?" Taibai shrugged, "I'm too lazy to fight with you, my purpose is to seriously injure you, didn't you say that you can go to the realm in three years?" Okay, I'll hurt you once today, give Su Ge ten years, he should be enough, right?"
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Saint Laurent heard that the mortal in front of him actually said that he wanted to hurt himself, what a joke.
His face changed suddenly.
When the two quarreled just now, the sunset on the horizon had completely sunk below the horizon, and after Saint Laurent's face was solemn, the whole night was like day, a very surprising scene.
"This is the power of your Shenhui?" Taibai's left hand gently untied the white ribbon tied to Taibai's sword, "There is a false appearance, and if you don't see the real talent, it's just the trick of some charlatans." ā
"You say that the divine power imparted by our great goddess is a trick of charlatans!?" Saint Laurent asked loudly.
I saw a crescent moon appear in the sky, which turned red, and shone red light towards the two of them.
I'm afraid that Su Ge will complain about stories like "vampire werewolves" if he does this again.
"This kind of charlatan's trick, I will too. ā
Taibai gently took out the Taibai sword at his waist, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and drew a circle in the sky, "Go!"
On the grassland, everywhere the two of them looked, golden tulips were everywhere. These tulips appear as if they appeared out of thin air, not hallucinations, but real tulips, exuding a faint fragrance. Under the illumination of the red moon, the flowers and branches are spreading.
"Judge the wicked of the world!" Saint Laurent shouted, taking the lead.
After the sound was finished, a ray of white light pierced the heavens and the earth. In the white light in front of Yves Saint Laurent's eyes, there was a golden cross sword.
He took the cross sword and stabbed it towards Taibai through the air, shouting from his mouth: "Kill all heretics, where the glory of the goddess is everywhere, there is nowhere to hide sin." ā
After shouting this sentence, with Saint Laurent as the center of the circle, the white light exploded in all directions, and a white dragon of divine radiance rushed towards Taibai, who was standing and holding a sword.
Taibai's face was relaxed.
This Divine Radiance Long Dragon instantly came to Taibai's face.
He took a step to the side, the Taibai sword stretched out, and the sword tip guide Shenhui Changlong spun in the air, "The so-called Shenhui is a bit like white fighting energy, and I don't know who took such a high-level name." People of the Holy Rank, what kind of fighting spirit do they use, they don't understand the laws of the whole world, and they still play some flower fists and embroidered legs, which is boring. ā
With a wave of his hand, the white dragon changed and rushed back towards Yves Saint Laurent.
Saint Laurent's face changed drastically, and he took out an angelic statue from his chest, absorbing the divine radiance that rushed back.
"You and I are both saintly strengths, but I am much higher than you. No, I don't really like to divide these levels, because I'm not like you, you're still working hard to level up, but I'm understanding the laws of this world. ā
Taibai took a step in the direction of Yves Saint Laurent.
Yves Saint Laurent looked at Taibai, who was a hundred meters away from him, in horror, and came to the front in a breath, and the origin of the divine radiance in his body was inserted with a golden tulip.
"You're just a painter. Taibai pulled out the sword inserted in Saint Laurent's body, turned his head, and strode in the direction of Saint Lantis City, "I'm also tired and panicked, I've been waiting for you for me for more than half a year, and I'm going to come so vulnerable, what kind of fart? I haven't had a good night's sleep since I left the back mountain." ā
The tulips in the steppe disappeared, and the red moon turned back to white.
Except for Yves Saint Laurent, wounded and on the ground, it was as if nothing had happened.