"Hmph, sneak attack on this Pope?"

Immediately realizing what was happening, Aoman was full of fighting energy, through this period of cultivation, not only was his sword technique about to break through the realm of the Great Swordsman, but he also cultivated a golden fighting qi condensed by the power of light faith, he could clearly feel that the golden fighting qi was incomparably comparable to any form of fighting qi he had ever seen before. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His entire person's aura was increasing at a high speed, and his various senses were constantly strengthening, avoiding dozens of Ice and Fire Magic Ball elements containing powerful destructive power in an instant.

Aoman's eyes were cold, and he was about to get angry at the moment, but dozens of thunderbolts came, ridiculous, if a wave of sneak attacks failed, would he still have to sneak attack a wave?

Aoman sneered, the golden true qi surging all over his body made him full of confidence, his body was like a dragon swinging his tail, his feet kicked out again and again, and the true qi on his body condensed into a golden soup shield, and the dozens of ice and fire magic elements were blocked by the golden soup shield and could not hurt Aoman at all, and under his continuous kicks, they turned into more than twice the previous strength and returned the same way.

"Hmm......"

"Ah......h

......

The muffled snort came from the black fog in front of him, revealing even more panic and surprise.

"The little devils of the Demon God Sect, don't you dare to see people in the shadows?" Ioman scoffed loudly, glancing ahead with a sharp eye, it was an abandoned ancient castle, as if a long time had passed.

Before the words fell, a hoarse and shrill voice came from nowhere: "The cult pope in the cloak of light, the blasphemous, has the courage to come down and hide on the shoulders of the rock giants, it is really ridiculous...... Ha ......"

Aoman jumped to his feet and scolded, "Laughing at you, if you put cold arrows, then it is called 'above board'?" He seemed to be extremely excited, but in fact he secretly paid attention to where this voice came from.

The voice didn't answer, but instead changed its tone and said, "The city lord of Scarlet City is a guest here with this pope, don't you, a blasphemer, have the courage to come in?"

Dared!

What a clumsy way to agitate!

Aoman sneered in his heart, pointed to the left front, and shouted loudly: "The target is confirmed, where is the six-armed god of war! Rush up with me! Kill! kill!!"

The six-armed god of war did not hesitate, and rushed into the castle in great strides, and more arrows came, but most of them missed their heads.

Several knights in armor and swords in the black mist intercepted it, and the six-armed god of war saw it as if it were nothing, and rushed straight towards the place Aoman pointed.

The strength of these dark knights is no more than a three-star knight, and where can they hit the six-armed god of war in the wild run, it is just useless.

The only two three-star knights actually hit the legs of the six-armed god of war, but they only played the role of 'bang, bang' twice.

The six-armed god of war raised a spear thicker than a telephone pole in his hand and slashed at a small rockery next to the ancient castle below, the hiding place of the Demon God Pope.

With the roar of the six-armed god of war, the spear pierced into the rockery like a dry and decaying blow, and the black mist was shaken apart, and the impact force generated by the rockery was cut into made the sand and stones fly in all directions, hitting some of the demon gods hiding in the shadows and screaming in pain.

The spear cut into the rockery ground about six meters, and then heard the sharp and ear-cutting sound of 'whoa-', and Aeoman couldn't help frowning.

The arms of the six-armed god of war shook, and the spear was raised again, bringing up the dirt and flying, and Aeoman raised his eyes to see a thin red-robed middle-aged man standing in the ruins, a long sword with a black iron luster in his hand, exuding a heart-wrenching aura.

The sword body of the black sè long sword ignited a strange flame, as if a living soul was burned in it, and let out a faint miserable howl, the middle-aged man raised his sword hand, opened his mouth and stretched out his tongue to lick the blood from the crack of the tiger's mouth, looked up at Aoman's eyes with evil charm, and said: "I really can't defeat this god of war puppet with my own strength, but I am the guide of the great demon god, and I have a holy weapon-the demon god sword! Haha, blasphemous, under the judgment of the great demon god, fear, tremble!"

Hallows - Demon God Sword?Aoman's brows furrowed slightly, it must have been this so-called 'holy weapon' that cut off the spear of the six-armed god of war.

The so-called holy weapon refers to the instrument that has been blessed by the gods, it does not meet the standard of the artifact, but compared with ordinary mortal weapons, it is much more powerful, after all, it contains a wisp of power of the gods.

The separation between the gods and the mortal cannot be ignored!

The holy sword in the Demon God Pope's hand emitted a brilliant light, and the jet-black sword body glowed with a metallic luster like black iron, and the living soul in it seemed to have been devoured, and all kinds of miserable howls and sorrows disappeared one after another.

The light emitted by the Demon God Sword dissolved the power of faith that poured into Aoman's body, and Aoman could feel a sense of death from the sword, which shocked his heart, is this the power of the holy weapon?

Before attacking, the opponent who has been suppressed cannot resist. Aoman had already learned from Uncle Haru that the Demon God Pope was a dark magician, and he didn't expect that a magician with a sword could burst out with such amazing power.

The Demon God Pope sneered: "Blasphemous, now do you understand the horror of the true spokesperson of God, more than ten days ago, this Pope sent his subordinates to your Iron Shield City to ask for a mission, and you actually broke his legs, today I will cut off your legs, so that you can taste the divine punishment from the Demon God!"

"Hmph, it's just a dark god, I'm afraid you won't make it?" Eoman looked calm, without the slightest feeling of nervousness before the big battle. This made the Demon God Pope feel apprehensive for a while.

What is a holy weapon, to put it bluntly, it contains a trace of divine power, this Demon God Pope is a high-level dark magician, after holding this holy sword, his strength soars, coupled with the terrifying power of the holy sword itself, the strength of the Demon God Pope at this time is already comparable to the fourth-order magician Demon Spirit level.

Although Aoman was shocked in his heart, he was not flustered, he knew in his heart that this was just an increase in a certain aspect, the Demon God Pope was actually inferior to the existence of the Demon Spirit, although the holy sword was strong, but the Demon God Pope's own strength was difficult to control, if the inference was correct, the Demon God Pope in front of him would at most release one, or two fourth-order power attacks.

Just like Fang Cai, although he took the holy sword and slashed the spear of the six-armed god of war, wasn't his wrist also cracked and bleeding?

"Hehe, don't try to escape from me, because ......" the Demon God Pope sneered playfully, and stopped halfway through his mouth, which made Aoman wonder why.

The Demon God Pope didn't say a word, but he stood in place, shouting a sword in his mouth, aiming directly at Aoman, this blow was extremely abrupt, and the dazzling black streamer poured out from the holy sword, like the water of the Yellow River rushing and the tide of the Qiantang River, and finally converging into a pitch-black sword with a sword aura.

Aoman's pupils contracted, and the Demon God Pope swung out with a sword, and the pitch-black sword seemed to lock itself completely, covering the sky and the sun.