"The divine soul is strong, not inferior to the sword power Mahayana cultivator, comprehending the small consummation of the four major realms of earth, water, fire and wind, and studying the other four major realms, there are eight major realms combined into one, and the trend of promotion to the great consummation, what is even more commendable is that you are still less than twenty-five years old, and you belong to the protection of the great sword monarch genius swordsman, if you can comprehend the sword potential before the age of twenty-five, the divine grace that fell from the sky alone is enough for you to naturally impact the sword intent realm!"

The Sith Pope had already recovered from the thrilling assassination just now, standing outside the encirclement of several great sword saints, his eyes looking directly at the royal court, although the admiration in his eyes was still undiminished, but his face was no longer the calm and indifferent he had before, replaced by a cold murderous force that made people palpitate.

"Genius, true genius, your talent, even in the era when His Majesty the Great Sword Monarch had just arrived, triggering the emergence of the Hundred Saints of ASEAN, it can be regarded as outstanding, if looking at the entire continent, there was only one Mu Tianshuang who could pose a threat to me before, then now, you must be added, the royal court. ”

Wang Ting's expression was silent, and in the face of the gaze of the strongest man in the continent, his figure did not retreat.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that you made the wrong choice, what you did made me so disappointed that now, I have to personally take action to strangle you, and kill you, a genius swordsman who may achieve sword intent in the future and sing with me on the sword, in advance!"

As soon as the Sith Pope's words were finished, Mu Tianshuang had already frowned. Originally, she had no intention of intervening in this battle at all, but her figure moved, and she had already appeared by Wang Ting's side.

Seeing this scene, a hint of joy appeared in the eyes of Xi Fenglie and the others at the same time, but they didn't expect that when the Sith Pope decided to kill the royal court, Mu Tianshuang, who was going to leave, actually stayed, it seems. The relationship between the two of them is as close and inseparable as rumored by the outside world.

"Mu Dumping. Could it be that you are also going to be my enemy? Your sword intent that has just entered the threshold can kill the Holy Lord of Tianshui Palace. But you should know in your heart that trying to strike that fatal blow to me is simply wishful thinking. ”

The Sith Pope frowned slightly, and his gaze shifted to Mu Tianshuang.

"As long as he doesn't die, this fight has nothing to do with me. ”

Mu Tianshuang said indifferently.

"There is no such possibility, Wang Ting's actions are too disappointing to me, a promising swordsman, his stage should be the whole wide world. It is a pity that the decision he has made now to stick to ASEAN has cut off his future. Therefore, death was his only outcome. ”

Mu Tianshuang was silent.

After a while, her gaze fell on Wang Ting: "It's just an ASEAN, it's worth your hard work?

Wang Ting glanced at Mu Tianshuang, and didn't seem to mean to answer this question.

But after a while, he spoke: "ASEAN? I'm going to deal with the Sith Pope, just for a little bit!"

"A little?"

"The strongest man in the mainland!"

"Ridiculous!"

Mu Tianshuang snorted coldly: "This is the reason why you intervened in this battle?"

Wang Ting was silent.

Silence is the same as acquiescence.

This result was not only a surprise to the Sith Pope, but even the West Wind Lie, the Floating Sword Saint, Li Xiaoyun, Kolos and others were also stunned for a while, which was quite incredible.

The strongest in the mainland?

Not for the sake of ASEAN's general interests, not for its own interests, not for friendship and family affection, but it is just the false name of the strongest person in the mainland?

has already broken through the strongest legendary swordsman, and his combat power is not inferior to that of the powerhouse of the Sword Saint Realm, but he is still trapped by false fame, and he can't even see through this most basic point?

Incomprehensible.

"The strongest man in the mainland?"

The Sith Pope chuckled, abruptly, he felt that the idea that he had just taken the royal court so seriously and regarded him as a real rival to him in the future.

"The strongest man in the continent, it's not that you and these people join forces to defeat me, you can achieve it, to become the strongest person in the continent, you don't need anything else, and you don't need the recognition of others, as long as your strength is strong enough to be proud of the entire continent, and constantly defeat all the strong people in front of you, for a long time, even if you don't claim to be the strongest person in the continent, you will be pushed to the throne of the first strongest person by all the strong people in the entire continent. ”

Wang Ting did not reply.

It seems that he has an iron mind and has taken a fancy to the false name of the strongest man in this continent.

Seeing this scene, the Sith Pope shook his head slightly, and after his eyes swept over Xi Feng Lie, Floating Sword Saint, Kolos, Wang Ting, Mu Tianshuang and others one by one, his expression gradually became cold: "Eight Great Sword Saints, Eight Sword Saint level combat power, it seems that today it must be divided into life and death, since I have already prepared for a decisive battle, then now, I will do as you wish!"

As he spoke, the Sith Pope's sword blade had already been raised flat, pointing directly at the west wind fierce: "The second strongest man in the continent?

"Don't be ashamed!"

"Just now, the seven of us made a move, and we almost cut you under the sword, and now there is more Your Majesty Mu Tianshuang, a sword saint powerhouse who peeps at the sword intent, and his strength has increased again, you actually dare to say wildly, today next year will be your sacrifice day!"

"Shoot together, kill!" Your Majesty Mu Tianshuang, Your Royal Highness, the two of you are by the side, waiting for the opportunity to move!"

With the roar of the West Wind Fierce, the Lord of the Polar Regions and others, the battle formation of six people rushed towards the Sith Pope again.

"Whew!"

The Sith Pope took a deep breath, and the air around him formed a visible air vortex in front of him, all of which entered his mouth and stomach, and when this breath was absorbed to the limit, a terrifying sword momentum suddenly burst out from his eyes that was even more powerful than the previous slashing towards the royal court, and went straight to the west wind fierce assassination.

"Kill!"

"Bang!"

The sword momentum containing a trace of sword intent and mystical impact hit the realm of the west wind fiercely, tearing the domain power of the second strongest man in the continent to pieces on the spot. The moment the remnant power of the sword momentum shattered in his realm, it slashed fiercely at the body of the west wind fiercely, and when he just wanted to react, a trace of sword intent in it had already shocked his heart, and he missed the best opportunity to dodge, and the talisman true qi collided head-on with the residual sword momentum. Provoke a violent explosion.

"Sword Scroll Holy River!"

In the sound of the explosion, the boundless holy sword in the hands of the Sith Pope seemed to turn into a brilliant holy river. In the holy river, the power of earth, water, fire, and wind is endless, constantly changing. The attacks of Li Xiaoyun and Kolos, who sensed the crisis of the West Wind and wanted to rescue him, were all shattered, and the amazing sword was like a bamboo, killing into the shattered realm of the West Wind Spirit, piercing his protective true qi and piercing into his body.

"Oh no!

At the critical moment, there was a long roar from the mouth of the West Wind Spirit, and the moment he felt that the power on his body surface was instantly defeated, he had already cast a powerful secret technique at the fastest speed. Retreating, although the sword of the Sith Pope pierced into his body, rolling up a large amount of blood, the power contained in the sword did not have time to cause any damage to his body.

"Pro, suffer death!"

"Nine Absolute Arcane Fists of Ice!"

The Lord of the Polar Regions, the Floating Sword Saint, and the Snow Traceless were killed in an instant. A powerful attack that envelops all the Sith Popes.

"Holy Light Protection! Sword Dance Radiance!"

The Sith Pope let out a loud shout in his mouth, and the sword light swung out, and the powerful sword momentum rolled from his sword body, violently stimulating, and it actually shook back all the attacks of the Snow Traceless and the Floating Sword Saint. Then he completely ignored the powerful fist technique bombarded by the Lord of the Polar Regions, the sword light assassinated, carrying a brilliant sword light, directly stabbing the Floating Sword Saint, the two swords collided, and the huge concussive force actually made the entire arm of the Floating Sword Saint burst out with a large amount of blood light, almost crippled.

"Boom!"

The Nine Absolute Righteous Fists of Ice violently exploded on the Holy Light Shelter on the surface of the Sith Pope's body, and the violent bombardment smashed the defensive power formed by the six major realms into pieces, and the residual momentum hit his body unabated, even if he had the peerless treasure of the Holy Snow Silk Armor on his body, his body was still violently shaken, and the qi and blood in his body were churning.

However, the Sith Pope is the Sith Pope!

When Wang Ting's seventh-order spiritual scale was at his level, he was able to forcibly suppress his own qi and blood with his spiritual power, not to mention that he, the peak of the eighth-order spiritual scale, had cultivated for nearly a hundred years.

At the same time that the thunderous punch of the Lord of the Polar Regions caused a shock to the Sith Pope, he was also used by the Sith Pope with the help of the power in the fist, and his body suddenly accelerated, and the sword blade stabbed out again, and the sharp edge instantly locked onto the Floating Sword Saint who was flying back, and the next moment, this sword was about to pierce the throat of the dean of the Divine Chosen Swordsman Academy.

"Not good!"

Although there was no friendship between the royal court and the Floating Sword Saint, at this moment, he still shot instantly, and the sword blade assassinated, and at the last moment, he was about to stop the sword assassinated by the Sith Pope.

"Get out!"

Seeing the royal court killed by a sword, the Sith Pope exhaled like thunder, and burst into a shout, and then his left hand suddenly pointed out, pinched his fingers into a sword, and pointed heavily on the blade of Ruosheng's sword, and the sword momentum exploded, and it actually contained the power of earth, water, fire, and wind circulation contained in the blade of the royal court in one fell swoop.

"On this continent, there is no one I want to kill but can't kill! A ridiculous formation, vainly trying to compete with my general, is just a fool's dream, today, I will break your formation, break your sweet dreams, and let you be completely awake!"

The Sith Pope let out a long roar from his mouth, and the boundless sword of holy light rapidly expanded in the pupils of the Floating Sword Saint.

"No!"

The Floating Sword Saint let out a desperate and unwilling roar from his mouth, trying by all means to avoid this sword.

But......

It didn't work!

Nothing is useful!

Puluo's sword blade, carrying a killing machine that no force can resist, an unpredictable trajectory, pierced through all the defenses in front of the Floating Sword Saint, and stabbed in!

Blood splattered in the sky!!

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(The dean of the Chosen Swordsman Academy tragically became the first sword worshipper, who will be next?)