"No!"

Feeling the rapid annihilation of the vitality of the physical body, the Sith Pope let out a low roar in his mouth, and in the moment before that sword qi completely tore his body to pieces, the strong true qi that he had cultivated for countless years exploded at the same time, regardless of whether the internal organs in his body could withstand it, and he wanted to completely destroy this wanton destruction of the sword qi.

As a matter of fact......

The internal organs have already been shattered, and it is not the point to bear it or not, such a serious injury can only be supported by a strong sword artist, and if it is replaced by a sword saint, or even a sword power Mahayana, they have all died completely.

"Bang!"

As if the thick true qi of a dying counterattack surged out of the Sith Pope's body, the Ruosheng sword that pierced into the body of the royal court was shocked out in one fell swoop, and at the same time, the five internal organs were almost all shattered, and the injury was not at all light for the Sith Pope.

And after flying Wang Tingzhen out, because of the mobilization of true qi, the Sith Pope's body was also burned, and the entire body seemed to be torn to pieces by the invading true qi, and the powerful body was also affected by the aftermath of the concussive force, and he could barely stand firmly, and after retreating a few steps, he stabilized his retreating figure with the support of the sword body of the Bright Holy Sword.

Just after stabilizing his figure, the Sith Pope's face had become pale for a while, and the next moment, a mouthful of blood mixed with a large amount of internal organs had been spit out from his mouth, and the blood was spit out, and his whole person was extremely weak, pressing the Holy Sword of Light with both hands, as if he wanted to put the center of gravity of the whole person completely on this divine sword.

Not only that, but the backlash caused by the sword intent, which was already unstable, shook his spirit even more, making his sword artistic conception that he had finally promoted to a tendency to be knocked down, and all the thoughts in the spiritual world could not operate in the slightest.

Compared to the collapse of the Sith Pope's sword intent, which was able to stand firm with the Holy Sword of Light, the situation of the royal court was even more miserable.

When he was shocked by the Sith Pope and flew out, he was already trying to control his body. It didn't hit the ground directly. But at the moment when his feet landed, a large amount of blood mixed with internal organs was still spit out of his mouth, and the whole body seemed to belong to him at all, and under his feet, because the blood spit out affected the injuries in his body, the whole person could not stand firmly. Staggered, half-kneeling, completely relying on the support of the Ruosheng sword, so as not to fall completely.

At the same time, because all the spiritual power was turned into a single blow, the jade was burning and bombarded the sword intent of the Sith Pope. His spirit has been completely consumed, even if he stands firmly, his brain is also dizzy, and he almost fell down, if it were not for his extremely unbearable belief, I am afraid that he would have completely fallen into a coma.

The two separated.

The result of this moment turned out to be an extremely tragic defeat for both sides.

......

"Lose both!"

"The sword qi entered the body, and the internal organs were torn apart. Don't say the Sword Master. Even if the sword artistic conception is strong, it has also suffered heavy losses. ”

"The Sith Pope's injuries at this moment are definitely not much lighter. Especially looking at the way he looks at the moment, he can't even stand up?"

"Wang Ting...... Because of Xue Jianbei, our Great Snow Mountain Holy Land has an indissolvable hatred with him, and we must understand it, and right now, if I want to kill him, it is definitely the best opportunity!"

Seeing the two people who were standing hard, the Lord of the Polar Regions, the elders of the Snow Plains Empire, Xue Wuji, Li Xiaoyun, Xia Wuxian, the Ascetic Saint King and others reacted from the fierce battle that represented the pinnacle almost at the same time, and an inexplicable cold light flashed in their eyes.

However, at the moment, neither of the two has completely fallen after all, they don't know if the other party still has the ability to fight back, although their hearts are already boiling with murderous intent, they still endure it and do not make any moves.

"Whew!"

Sith Pope Proo looked at the royal court who was leaning on the sword of Ruosheng and half-kneeling on the ground, although the whole person looked weak, but there was a majesty on his face as if he was detached.

"Wang Ting...... You're brilliant, very good, but ...... I want to change my throne as the number one in the world...... To provoke the majesty of the strongest man in my continent, you ...... It's a little bit close!"

Prolo said.

His words were slow, as if it took a lot of effort to utter a word.

His whole body was also trembling slightly, if it weren't for leaning most of his weight on the Bright Holy Sword in his hand, he would probably not be able to stand up.

"A little bit worse?"

Wang Ting stretched out his right hand, touching the ground, supporting his body, as if trying to get himself back up from his half-kneeling position.

But this slight movement made him tremble up and down all over his body, as if he was swinging.

The pain of all the internal organs in his body seemed to be shattered, making his whole person extremely weak, as if he might be completely unconscious at any time, fall to the ground, like a loser, never to wake up again.

The spirit of a person is a whole, and the weakness of the body will affect the condensation of the spirit, and furthermore, he has repeatedly collided head-on with the sword intent of the Sith Pope, and his spirit is also extremely tired, and he can't give him any help in the process of standing up, so he didn't stand up in this tentative stand.

The Sith Pope stood in front of him, and despite the help of the Sword of Light and his body, he was standing.

It's like a victor, with a condescending attitude, looking down on him, a loser who is half-kneeling on the ground and can't even stand up!

This duel, the winner or loser, is already obvious here.

Although he did not fall completely, he had lost the ability to stand up.

"It's over!"

The Sith Pope said.

In his tone, there was a weakness and exhaustion that could not be concealed, as if he would fall down again at any time.

But dignity ......

The dignity of the strongest man on the mainland!

The dignity of the Sith Pope did not allow him to fall before the victory or defeat was truly decided.

"The end?"

Wang Ting raised his head with difficulty, as if he moved his neck slightly, causing the wound in his body that had completely collapsed, which would cause unpredictable reactions.

Looking at the Sith Pope standing in front of him, he wanted to speak, but found that even a word seemed to cause a chain reaction, causing the collapsed body to fall into death completely.

"I'm not over yet, this battle is not over!"

There are no words.

Just a belief revealed by a glance can already clearly express all the meanings.

Shiver.

As this belief was transmitted, Wang Ting's whole body trembled.

Although his body swayed in the wind, as if he might not be able to maintain a half-kneeling posture at any moment, he still trembled, trembling constantly, desperately using all the strength he could use to force himself to stand up.

"Royal Court!"

Seeing this scene, Kolos, Xia Wushu and others exclaimed at the same time.

"His Majesty the Pope!"

Everyone in the Sith Empire couldn't help but take a step forward, if it weren't for the fact that the Ascetic Saint King didn't say anything, I'm afraid that some Sword Saints couldn't help but step forward and take the Sith Pope next.

And several people in the Snow Plains Empire, their eyes flashed at the same time, and their eyes kept looking at Kolos, Li Xiaoyun, the Ascetic Saint King and others.

Now, it is the best opportunity to kill the royal court and the Sith Pope, as long as the two are killed, their Snow Empire can hope to re-stabilize the hegemony of the Western Continent and restore the supreme glory of the past, and they will definitely not make any moves.

However, the killing of the royal court and the Sith Pope will definitely bear the crazy revenge of the two major forces, which must be fully prepared, and it is best to inspire the hatred between ASEAN and the Sith Empire, so that both sides can fight in an all-round way, so that the fishermen of the Snow Empire can benefit......

"It's over!? This isn't the end! I won't give up lightly if I don't get the first place in the world!"

Wang Ting's arms were constantly trembling, and every inch of strength in his body was forced out by him, supported, and let his knees leave the ground little by little, standing, and constantly standing up straight.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the Sith Pope, who maintained his figure, condensed slightly, full of disbelief.

Stand!

Stand!

A little, a little!

Wang Ting's figure slowly stood up in this crazy tremor.

"No one! No one can stop me! Before becoming the number one in the world, no one can stop me, there is no danger, you can defeat me!"

The powerful belief is constantly converging in the spiritual world of the royal court, stimulating all the potential in his body, making his whole person, as if he is burning with spirit and life, with the brilliance of all this burning, let himself stand up and impact the glory of the world!

"I am the royal court! I am the royal court, I am destined to become the number one in the world, on this path, no one can stop me, no one can make me fall! No one! The Absolute Sword Saint can't do it, the Sith Pope can't do it, even if it's you...... This pathetic body, Wang Ting, you can't do it either!"

"Crackling!"

A slight sound kept coming from Wang Ting's body.

With a low roar, the figure of the royal court finally completed the transformation from that bending, stood up in one fell swoop, and stood up steadily, although in the process of standing, he was constantly trembling, but the trembling figure gave people a kind of standing up to the sky, as if it would never fall resolutely, and never fall down the faith, just standing, without retreating, looking directly at the Sith Pope.

"You ......"

The Sith Pope looked at the royal court burning with an almost insane belief in front of him, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"There is only one number one in the world, and that is me, Wang Ting!" (To be continued.) )