Dick shook his head slightly.

Fengshen frowned: "This request is already our bottom line! There is no room for bargaining!"

Dick smiled slightly: "Your Excellency, I think you have misunderstood, I want to say that if you want to prove that I have the strength of the earth list, you and the god of hope should act together." ”

"Oh, you're very confident!" the wind god raised his eyebrows, and his tone was sarcastic. Catherine shook her head, but did not speak.

Dick took out the Immortal Sword from the space bag, bowed slightly, and said, "If the two of you have no opinion, let's start now!"

The wind god looked at him from head to toe for a long time, as if to see him through, and then said, "Follow me!"

A few minutes later, everyone came to a martial arts training ground under the City Lord's Mansion. The martial arts training ground is huge and boundless, 100 meters high, and its length and width are also close to 1 kilometer. It is made of special stone from hell that is stronger than steel, and has good resistance to blows.

Demehera, McFarland, Landas, and Gold stood on the edge of the martial arts training ground to watch, and Dick, the god of wind, and the god of hope faced each other dozens of meters away in the center of the training ground.

No need for polite words, the battle is already unfolding in an instant!

The wind god held a narrow cyan scimitar in his hand, and he floated up, and the cyan divine power swirled around his body like a whirlwind. Holding the long knife in his hand, he swung it again and again, and a series of nine cyan blades were sent out by him, shooting at Dick.

The god of hope's hand was empty, she stretched out a tender white finger and gently volleyed it, and a milky white streamer shot out from her fingertips, drawing a silver-white trajectory and stabbing Dick.

Dick's figure shook slightly. In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into spatial fluctuations, and Youngor and Catherine's attacks failed. It hit the wall of the martial arts training ground and blasted out several holes. Smoke and dust are billowing and rubble is scattered.

The edge of the martial arts training ground. Macfarlane frowned and asked softly, "Miss Dimihera, is Dick really sure that he will fight against two true gods at the same time?"

Landas and Gold also sweated in their palms, and they all looked at Dimihera.

Dimihera chuckled, "Don't worry, Dick can not only win, but he can also win easily, you can just watch from the side." ”

A sparkling spatial fluctuation flooded, and Dick's figure appeared behind Youngor, and he shouted softly: "Space Crack Spear!"

A large space in front of Dick created a black crack out of thin air. The crack spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was already filled with a long and narrow space, and its shape was exactly the shape of a spear, and with a tooth-aching cracking sound, the space completely collapsed. The raging spatial turbulence overflowed through the hole, and Dick carefully controlled the spatial energy, aiming it at Youngor, the anemo god.

With a sharp sound of breaking the wind, the space cracked the sky and left, causing ripples in the space of the path.

Youngor's body was full of divine power. Quickly turned around, and what he saw with his eyes was the spatial crack spear that shot quickly, and he didn't have time to make other reactions, only to raise the long knife in front of him.

There was a bang. Youngor was hit by the momentum of the spatial rift spear and flew backwards, slamming into the wall of the martial arts training ground, blasting out a deep pit.

Dick turned around. Looking directly at Catherine, the Immortal Sword drew a light trajectory. A thirty-zhang long sword light flew out of the sky, and attacked straight away with a terrifying sound!

The god of hope still had only one finger outstretched. A milky white halo sparkled on his fingertips, shooting out a white streamer.

Dick didn't look at the result of the collision between the streamer and the sword, and his body shook again, and he teleported behind the god of hope.

Catherine's figure suddenly spun, turned around like lightning, and shouted, "Wangling Holy Sword!"

A soft milky glow shone from Catherine's body, and the light gathered but did not disperse, like substance, condensed into a silver-white sword in the slow flow. Catherine pointed at Dick with one hand, and the "Spiritual Sword" immediately turned into a streamer of light and shot towards Dick.

Dick snapped, "Space Storm!"

The space overflowed with silent fluctuations, and ripples slowly spread over it. The fluctuations became more and more intense, and finally countless small spatial cracks formed in front of him, and the raging spatial turbulence surged out of the cracks. All the spatial cracks rotated and coiled with each other, forming a terrifying tornado storm, the storm raged, roaring, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and the whole space trembled slightly!

Dick pointed with his left hand, and the "Spatial Order Guardian" he was wearing in his hand shone brightly, and the space storm became even more powerful, sweeping towards Catherine with a fierce attack that swept the heavens and the earth.

The "Wangling Holy Sword" and the "Space Storm" clashed, bursting with energy and roaring with energy. The spatial storm was incomparably sharp, instantly shattering Catherine's long sword condensed with divine power, and although its power was somewhat damaged, it still roared forward.

Catherine was taken aback, her body drifted back, and at the same time, her hands waved again and again, and one after another divine power shot out, hitting the incoming space storm.

After shattering more than ten divine powers in a row, the space storm finally disappeared into the air unwillingly. Catherine was already sweating profusely at the moment

Dick stretched out his hand again: "Space Rift!"

The "Spatial Orderer" in his left hand emitted a brilliant silver light. A large expanse of space twisted, shattered, collapsed, and shattered in front of Dick's body, becoming a giant spatial blade more than ten feet long, and with a flick of the long sword in Dick's hand, the spatial crack slash shot towards the god of hope.

Catherine spun around, then stretched out her delicate bare hand, her fingers spread together, and as she moved, a white barrier lit up in the air. "Hope Guard!" she exclaimed.

The Spatial Rift slashed with a whistling wind, and the white barrier was cut in half in the blink of an eye. Catherine was taken aback, her eyes widened as she watched the Great Crack slash coming. But there was no way to react.

Dick stretched out his left hand and lightly touched it, and the "Spatial Order Keeper" shone brightly. The Spatial Rift suddenly let out an unwilling scream, and it collapsed into spatial energy and disappeared into the air.

"Dear Miss Catherine, you have already lost. Dick glanced at the god of hope and said with a slight smile.

The look of surprise in Catherine's eyes still did not completely subside, and she smiled reluctantly: "Thank you for your mercy." ”

Splashing rocks, the wind god Youngor, who was smashed into the wall of the martial arts training ground, finally broke free, and he waved the scimitar in his hand and shot at Dick like a meteor. Dick smiled slightly, and danced the immortal sword to meet it, the sword light and sword shadows were intertwined, and the ping pong sound kept ringing.

In the midst of that chaos, Dick's soft shout came: "Disorderly cutting!" At the same time, Dick stretched out his left hand, and dozens of spatial cutting lines formed by the fragmentation and collapse of space spread from the tips of his five fingers, and the space was filled with ripples visible to the naked eye with the dancing of these chaotic cutting lines.

Dick's five-finger dexterous dance, dozens of spatial cutting lines danced the music of death, and swirled towards the wind god Youngor.

The left hand is cut in order, the right hand is immortal, and Dick's figure is even more uncertain, like a ghost, and the wind god Youngor has a scimitar left and right, and gradually can't resist.

With a long choking roar, the Anemo God's scimitar spun out of his hand, and Dick's long sword was already on his throat at the same time!

The wind god Youngor stood in place, stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, and sighed helplessly: "I lost." He looked up at Dick and said with a wry smile, "It seems that we are really frogs at the bottom of the well, and we don't know when the human race has produced such a strong man as Your Excellency." ”

He sighed again: "Your Excellency Dick, what is the extent of your strength?"

Dick withdrew the Immortal Sword and said with a smile: "Except for the top ten of the Heaven and Earth List, no one in the infinite plane of the entire world is in my eyes!"

"Don't you think that's a bit presumptuous?" Even though he had just been defeated at the hands of Dick, Youngor still found it difficult to believe what Dick said.

Dick smiled, not justifying anything. He looked at the wind god in front of him, then at the god of hope behind him, and said with a smile: "Both, I hope you can keep your promises." See you in Seven Years' Time!"

After bidding farewell to the god of wind and hope, Dick and Demihera take Macfarlane on a tour of the hellish plane, and then the group returns to the continent of Karimodan, where Macfarlane needs to abdicate the throne, and Landas and Gold need to say goodbye to their family and friends. It all takes time. (To be continued......)