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As soon as this name came out, the hand of the 'Pope' holding his neck immediately let go, and he staggered under his feet, and took more than a dozen steps backwards. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

His face was full of horror, and he muttered in disbelief, "Who is Fengyun Buxiu? Why am I afraid?

"That's not right!"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's the owner of this body who is afraid, that sense of fear has been deeply engraved in the bones of this body, even if I take over this body, I can't suppress this fear!"

The 'Pope' was furious, he was the Lord of all things! He was the only surviving god in the world! How could fear exist in his body? He gritted his teeth and roared: "Pope, you useless thing! My earthwalker, my spokesman, would be frightened like this by a name, this body cannot be used, your body, you are not qualified to let me use it!"

"When I kill him, I will change my body again, and you can take back your body, and then cut yourself!"

The mouth said vicious words, but tears flowed from the eyes of the 'Pope', and it was not the tears that came out of the stream, but the complete heartbreak of the Pope himself.

Let the glory of the Lord shine on the earth, live and die for the Lord, but now it is abandoned like an abandonment, and the Lord wants to destroy all beings, destroy the Eastern European League that has always believed in him, the Pope's heart is broken, and the soul imprisoned in the body trembles violently, and he wants to annihilate himself immediately.

Is it wrong? Is his lifelong belief wrong? No! He is not wrong! What he cares about is the British League of Eastern Europe, he is his own countryman, everything he does is not wrong, the only thing that is wrong is that he believes in the wrong Lord!

"I was wrong, I was wrong to put hope in the Lord, no matter how glorious the Holy See spreads, the Lord is the Lord, a god, not our countrymen!"

Through the eyes that used to be his own, but now they don't belong to him, the Pope looked at Xiao Chen deeply: "Please, please, save my countrymen." Please, kill him, kill him..."

The idea of almost crying and pleading came out of the Pope's eyes, Xiao Chen understood it, but for this kind of pleading, he could only try to sacrifice more powerful power, but he had no bottom in his heart.

This is a god, when he is the strongest, he is not as strong as a god, this is the best in the gods!

But he had no choice but to try to mobilize all his strength, and try to summon all the power hidden deep in his body and suppressed by the injury.

Shura ruthlessly said that the first knife is not enough, the second knife is not enough, the third knife is not enough, the fourth knife ....

Come out for me!" Xiao Chen roared in his heart, he was invoking the murderous intent of his whole body, and he wanted to use the fourth sword of Shura's ruthless dao, as long as the fourth knife came out... A strange smile spread across his face, as long as the fourth knife came out, he would be able to break through the confinement of his body and use it... All the Shura ruthless Dao!

Even if the body collapses, even if the true elixir is broken, he must kill the 'Pope', he must be!

This is the world that my sister loves, the clansmen that my sister loves, and more importantly, this is also the clansmen he loves!

"I'm really going to change from a demon to a Buddha, hehe, cut meat and feed eagles, Pudu sentient beings, I didn't expect me to have such a day, sister, you should be very happy, Buxiu really has feelings, or a strong sense of belonging that can die for. ”

"My people, my blood, the land that gave birth to me and raised me..."

Xiao Chen looked up to the sky and roared, countless blood lights around his body exploded, the corners of his mouth curled, and the corners of his sharp mouth once again turned into an evil smile, and at this time, the 'Pope' had just controlled the instinctive fear of his body, and was stimulated by his smile, and he was even more furious: "You are better than I imagined, but you are just a human being, die!"

"Death in my hands is your glory, and you should engrave your glory on the cross and show your joy with flames!"

Xiao Chen laughed even more evilly: "It's really disgusting that you barbarian little gods, there is not much background, each one is crazier than the other." The old long knife behind him gradually came out of its sheath, ignoring the successive warnings of Hongmeng's annihilation, and laughed in a low voice: "It's a pity that you forgot, our Huaxia has a deeper heritage, and we can be more crazy than you!"

Shura's ruthless way...

Shura is ruthless and terrifying!

The sky was dark, the wind was quiet.

A little coolness came from his cheeks, the 'Pope' touched his face, and when he raised his hand, it was a scarlet, and the old monsters of Huaxia opened their arms to embrace the sky, and the straight blood rain fell from the sky, watering their faces all over their bodies, reflecting their hideous smiles.

The old dean looked up to the sky and laughed, it was this knife that almost killed him more than ten years ago, but now... 'Pope', you're crazy, you're crazy for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu wants to see you die!

Jumping to his feet and shuddering, the 'Pope''s face also turned hideous, this is a rain of blood! Damn, how can his noble body be contaminated with such a filthy thing? Even a temporary body can't do it! He grabbed Xiao Chen with one hand, and grabbed it in the air, poof~~

No response.

Hold it again!

Kiss~~

Still no response...

"What's going on?"

The 'Pope' is crazy, he is just a human boy, just an ant of great heavenly cultivation, why should he resist his two attacks? Why did he not react to his attacks at all? Although the two palms are an understatement, even if they fight the Ghost King of the Mountain, they can kill several of them!

Why? The 'Pope' looked incredulous.

Xiao Chen's eyes were completely dark, and the deep light was like a demon in the eighteenth layer of hell, surging out of the abyss: "I see, the fourth knife is a ghost and a god, and it is really a ghost and a god, this knife is simply the most appropriate move to deal with a god and demon like you." ”

"This seat feels it, the power of the divine pole, this kind of power that is completely different from the heavenly position, but under this sword, all the divine extreme power is zero!"

"Impossible!" The 'Pope' is categorical, this kind of sword technique cannot exist! Shenji is the strongest person on earth, and it is impossible to be restrained!

He looked at Xiao Chen's blade, only to see that the bright silver blade gradually turned red blood, and a blood groove with a terrifying arc appeared on the blade, and the blood groove gradually became clear, like a dragon pattern.

No! It's not just the dragon pattern! As the blood groove became clearer and clearer, the 'Pope' saw clearly, it was clearly a beheaded nine-clawed evil Jiao! The slightest blood-colored pattern vividly reflected it, even the horror before death was vividly depicted.

Where is this blood groove pattern, this is clearly the real nine-clawed evil Jiao! (To be continued.) )