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On the highest platform of the main hall of the Church of Light, An Luo made the first move, pulled out his sword and stabbed straight into the center of the Pope's eyebrows, extremely fast, driving the surrounding qi to press up together, and as soon as he made a move, he wanted to put the other party and die

The Pope was still not afraid, and cast a light scattered, turning into countless light and dissipating in the air, as if fireflies were flying everywhere, making An Luo's sword miss, and he couldn't find out where he was.

"Is this the magic of light magic that can dodge a qiē attack? An Luo made a strong move, and the third type of bloodline potential main realm was unleashed, forming an invincible space within twenty steps, and actually forced the Pope out of his original form.

In an instant, the Pope felt that his strength had been suppressed from the seventh level of the Holy Rank to the sixth level of the Holy Rank, and it was even declining, and his face showed a look of urgency, and he hurriedly thought of countermeasures.

"Die for you, Pope, no one is my opponent in my main realm. An Luo strode over, don't look at his shouting full of momentum, in fact, he was worried that the Pope would be able to come up with a way to crack it after thinking for a while, after all, there is an example of breaking the four seas. Prove that the main realm is not truly invincible.

Faced with this situation, the Pope cast six kinds of magic in a row, but all of them were ineffective, and it turned out that the main realm had already squeezed out all the light magic elements, and did not give the Pope a chance to make a move at all.

"Don't be complacent, boy, you have bloodline potential, and I also have the Scepter of Light. "The Pope actually didn't disperse or dodge, chose the least good way to attack, rushed head-on, and used the simplest and most direct method to slap the Scepter of Light.

An Luo didn't think so, in his eyes, although the Scepter of Light was an artifact, but the Pope, whose strength was suppressed, couldn't exert much power at all, so he stabbed it with a sword full of confidence.

However, to An Luo's surprise, the scepter of light that collided with it suddenly erupted into beams of light, which caught An Luo off guard, and pierced through his body one after another.

"How come, under my main realm, there shouldn't be any magic elements left, why can I still activate light magic?" Just when An Luo was puzzled, the Pope's faint voice remembered: "Boy, you don't know yet, the Scepter of Light can produce magic elements, and I can activate light magic in any situation." With that, the Pope was overwhelmed and slapped the Scepter of Light on Anlo's head, knocking him to the ground.

"It's really a good thing to have an artifact, but if it's not enough, the Pope, you underestimate me too much. An Luo's body suddenly shook, and three beams of light erupted from his body, rushing towards the Pope, piercing directly through his body.

The second type of potential of the bloodline, power transformation, An Luo just turned these into his own killing moves when he was receiving the beam of light, and returned them to the Pope, so that both sides did not have any upper hand.

"What is this?" the Pope roared, casting a healing spell, a faint glow radiating from his body, and instantly healed his injuries. Although he is not a magic all-rounder like Ben Cardin, in addition to light magic, other fields are also involved, especially auxiliary healing magic, which is a key cultivation object.

"What, it's hard to get back to your best so quickly. An Luo took back the main domain, thinking about countermeasures in his heart, the main domain consumed too much to fight for a long time. And the Pope is obviously not something that can be hit by dividing five by two, so it is unwise to keep the main realm open.

"Watch out, boy, it's time for me to fight back. The Pope just glanced at An Luo, and suddenly an invisible force smashed on An Luo's body, and then the second, third, and fourth shares, like an invisible man swung his fist, hitting An Luo's body like raindrops, and beat him to the point that his body was dented several times.

This is the distance of light, regardless of the distance, as long as the heart moves, the opponent can be attacked. The horror of this magic made An Luoche feel it, and the whole person was very helpless, and he was beaten up and down, and for a while he could only be beaten and vomit blood.

Seeing that the shape was beneficial, the Pope stepped up his efforts again, and constantly launched the distance of light, bombarding An Luo, intending to knock him down in one go, but it was also a big burden on the most mental, until he was a little unbearable, and the Pope stopped.

At this moment, An Luo was already lying on the ground, with a pool of blood on his lower body, badly injured and dying. On the surface, it seemed that the victory and defeat had been decided, but under the Pope's incredulous gaze, Anlo stood up again.

"The fourth type of potential of the bloodline, the infinite war paint, the stronger the more you fight. An Luo's face was blood-red war lines, his eyes were blood-red, and even his hair became extremely red, revealing a look as if he was going crazy.

"Very well, I'm going to see how powerful your bloodline potential really is. After the Pope calmed down, he snorted coldly and once again launched the distance of light, and countless attacks followed his thoughts, slamming into An Luo's body.

However, this time, An Luo ignored them all, and bounced off all these attacks with just his muscles, and in a few steps, he was killed in front of the Pope, and he couldn't help but throw a punch.

"Light Defense!" the Pope immediately opened a wall of light curtains, blocking in front of him. was crushed by An Luo's punch, smashed Huang Long, and hit him in the chest.

The Pope is a magician, ** is not so strong, he was almost punched through his body, the pain was all over his body, even his eyes almost fell out, and his expression was extremely hideous.

"Why, aren't you dead yet, then I'll give you another ride. An Luo's fist regained its strength, blasting out a powerful force, sending the Pope flying far away, and a mouthful of blood sprayed in the air.

"Damn, damn it!" the Pope was pained and furious, and cast a healing spell to restore his wounds, but the feeling of almost being killed just now still made his heart palpitate.

"It's going to be fast, Your Holiness. At some point, Anlo suddenly appeared directly above the Pope, stepped down with both feet, stepped on the Pope's back, and pressed him to hit the ground, exploding with a loud bang.

"Pope, don't die so easily, take my next move. After stepping the Pope into the ground again, Anlo became more and more courageous, and the whole person began to spin at high speed, faster and faster, and concentrated the impact on his feet, attacking the Pope.

At this moment, it was like a large spinning top spinning on the Pope's back, and the pain he couldn't imagine was so unbearable that even the Pope cried out in pain.

"Light magic, light scattered. The Pope endured the pain, concentrated on chanting the incantation, and once again launched a life-saving move, and the whole person turned into countless points of light and dissipated all around.

"Dignified Pope, will the first person in the Xiyun Continent just flee?" An Luo let out a cold snort in disdain, and then stopped spinning, his eyes firmly fixed on the place where the light was concentrated not far away.

Slowly, the Pope reappeared, and he restored himself to his best state with healing magic, but his face was a little unsightly, as if the big loss he had just made him feel a little frightened.

"Pope, my bloodline potential is better than your light magic, so you might as well throw in the towel. An Luo let out a confident snort, and then strode forward, his fist already gathering enough strength.

"Boy, don't jump to conclusions so early. With the Pope's words, suddenly he split into two, two into four, and more and more of him appeared, a hundred people, like a human wall standing in front of An Luo, this is the light of light and magic into a fantasy.

Seeing so many popes, An Luo suddenly had a feeling that he didn't know how to start, just when he was in a hurry. Hundreds of popes swarmed up, all holding the scepter of light and smashing it down, all over the front, back, left and right, not letting go of a position that could be attacked.

Since he couldn't tell which one was the Pope, Anluo could only protect the vital point with both hands, preparing to fight back after receiving the Pope's real blow, because even if he fantasized about attacking, it would not cause substantial damage.

Sure enough, the Pope who rushed over first was not real, and their attack didn't feel it at all, and there was only one real Pope, and there was only one real Pope, and there was only one real blow. This made An Luo very confident, after all, it was still possible to block a blow.

However, An Luo was wrong, these fantasies were just a way to cover up the Pope's real attack, not to smash it with the scepter of light, but to condense the double sword of light magic with light magic, and suddenly slashed out, cutting off An Luo's arms for both days.

"An Luo, you didn't expect it, the final winner is me. "The Pope seized this rare opportunity, and the Bright Twin Swords slashed wildly, splitting An Luo into seven or eight sections in an instant, his head and severed arms flew high, and blood was sprinkled wildly.

However, at this time, An Luo's body underwent a mutation, and his body, which was split into several pieces, was sucked back by a certain force, automatically reorganized in the air, and turned back into a complete person, not even a drop of blood fell, and even the wound could not be seen.

Not to mention that the Pope didn't believe his eyes, even An Luo felt like he was dreaming, it turned out that the fourth type of bloodline had unlimited potential war paints, in addition to getting stronger and stronger, his body would also undergo abnormal changes, far beyond An Luo's imagination.

"See, Pope! With this fourth type of potential, you can't defeat me, or throw in the towel. Standing with his head held high, he aimed his fist at the Pope, his eyes extremely serious as if he were giving an ultimatum.

The Pope came back to his senses from the shock just now, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but sneer: "It seems that Anluo can't beat you with my six great light magics, but don't forget, I still have forbidden magic and light scepters." ”

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