Perhaps, this is an opportunity. Miao Shi withdrew his hand, swept the battle for the sword without hatred, and handed over the remaining nine battle emperors to him to deal with, only in the battle of life and death, it was possible to take that last step. It's just that things don't seem to be going as smoothly as imagined, and at this moment, Jian Wuxi's eyes are blood-red, full of hatred, and the whole person is on the verge of losing his mind.

There were no moves, no magic, pure sword skills pulled the nine battle emperors in front of him one by one, the golden sword flew up and down, the speed became faster and faster, and none of the nine swords could grasp its trajectory. Sword Hatred itself is the Wind Emperor of the Battle Emperor, he is absolutely superior in speed, and every time he swings his sword, he will drive a sword and a wind blade, only three swords are needed, he can hold the opponent's nine big swords, as long as the speed is a little faster, he has room to attack.

It's a surprise, and it's only a matter of time before it wins. Wen Qin was not in a hurry to make a move now, and spread out the field to trap Sabo and prevent him from interfering with Jian Wuxi, who had already lost his temper by his sword shocking move.

Pope Rock was gloomy and dangerous, he had just killed Sword Hatred's grandson, if he made Sword Hatredless become a god, it would be a nightmare for the Bright Sect. Staring coldly at the god of fire, he suddenly withdrew his staff and took out a staff that shone with white light again.

"Holy War-level weapon, Holy Light Staff?Old fox, you even brought this out?" Fisler shrank his eyes, the other party had a Holy War-level staff in his hand, and he was really not an opponent.

"Vulcan, the old man doesn't talk nonsense with you, the sword has no hatred and must die, do you want to let it?" Locke raised the staff in his hand.

Uhh ”

Hmph, Holy Light Shield, Light of Judgment!Locke didn't answer, first adding another layer of Light Shield to his magic shield, and then sending Fisler a Light of Judgment that was the same as when Sabo killed Kenshin. The speed at which a spirit casts his magic is far from that of a warrior, and it takes Sabo half a minute to prepare, and he is almost instantaneous.

Fisler didn't dare to be careless, and with the blessing of jihad-grade weapons, the power of the Light of Judgment was three times greater than usual. As Locke unleashed his magic, he also unleashed the realm, and a pillar of flame greeted the light of judgment.

"Hmph, the old man doesn't have time to fool around with you, Holy Light Guardian!" Locke analyzed the situation, even if the weapon was superior, if he wanted to defeat Fiessler, he would have to fight for at least one day, and one day was enough time for Jian Wuxian to slaughter the elders he brought.

Guarded by the Holy Light, five minutes of absolute defense, Fisler, who was about to make a big move, was completely lost his temper by him, and scolded in his mouth: "You shameless old thing, you rely on this means to fight, how can there be a shameless god-level like you on the mainland, it's really a shame to go home." ”

"Don't worry, one day, the old man will share the victory with you, but not now. "Pope Locke turned a deaf ear, broke through the Vulcan Realm with all his might, and then flew towards the sword without hatred.

Fessler was startled, and hurriedly chased after him, even if he couldn't keep the sword heart, if he couldn't save the sword without hatred by gathering the three god levels, then he might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill him.

Locke took advantage of his absolute defense to break through Miao's water god realm again, and the light of judgment shot towards Sword Hatless.

At this moment, Jian Wuxian is like a god of death who has lost his mind, there are only nine war emperors in his eyes, and he has never noticed the crisis behind him, maybe he has noticed it and doesn't want to pay attention to it, or rather, he doesn't want to live at all.

"Deep blue shield, deep blue light. ”

"Vulcan's shield, the fire whirlwind. ”

Miao Shi and Fisler shot one after another, the double shield was added to Jian Wuxi's body, and two powerful magics, one water and one fire, crashed into the light of judgment, among which the fire whirling dragon was Fiessler's move to imitate Kenshin, and with his realm, it was not too difficult to change the appearance of magic. [Brother]

The threefold increase in the light of judgment is indeed very strong, and it has scattered the dark blue light and the fire whirlwind dragon one after another, and then crashed into the shield of the sword without hatred, due to the weakened power, plus the dark blue shield to offset most of the attacks, so it did not cause him any damage, only made his body slightly shocked.

Jian Wuxian turned his head, glared at Locke with a bloodthirsty gaze, and turned around with a sword as if demonstrating, leaning on his nearest War Emperor only felt a cold neck, and then saw his body, this was his last consciousness, the speed of Jian Wuxian's swing of the sword was out of his expectations, and when he reacted, his head had been separated from his body.

Don't say that you are not a god, even if you are, the old man can kill you. Locke's face turned pale, and after using a jihad-grade weapon, he even asked him to kill one of his subordinates right under his nose, which made him feel extremely humiliated and angry.

Just as he was about to cast a more powerful spell, Emperor Gal, who had been watching the battle from the air, suddenly flew down, stood in front of him, and said, "Pope Locke, you seem to have violated our agreement. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Gard, things have gone beyond expectations, and the old man can't keep such a threat. There were only four minutes left for absolute defense, and Pope Locke didn't want to explain much to him.

"In that case, the emperor doesn't need to keep his promise. With a wave of his hand, the two War Emperor-level guards he brought with him joined the battle group and attacked the remaining eight Church Elders.

"You, hmph, Emperor Gal, are you declaring war on my Holy Court on behalf of the Snow Light Empire?" Locke was furious, and Gal's actions were undoubtedly worse for him.

"Pope Locke, this is not your Holy Mountain of Light, I don't need you to teach me a lesson, in Tobu Anjo, no one can defy the existence of imperial power. Gal was also angry, he didn't expect that Sword Without Hate would be promoted at this time, ignoring Sword Heart before and not saving him, it was equivalent to chilling the old marshal's heart, no matter what, even if he was unwilling to serve the empire anymore, as long as Kilua could produce a god-level, it was enough to deter the enemy country.

Now that he was persuading, Locke raised the Scepter of Light in his hand again, and quickly recited the incantation in his mouth.

In the light spell, in addition to the large-scale forbidden spell, the only one with the greatest lethality is the Holy Light Judgment, as Locke's old opponent, Fisler knew what move he wanted to make as soon as he saw the other party's expression, so he said to Miao Shi: "I'll intercept it, you defend." ”

"No problem. Miao Shi nodded, she knew that Fisler was not good at defense, fire magic was the most violent, and the attack was second to none, but the defense was not good.

As Fessler expected, after Pope Locke finished reciting the incantation, the staff of holy light in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and a pillar of light twice as large as the light of judgment struck Sword Fearless, and the speed was definitely as fast as the wind system move.

But the god of fire has been famous for many years, and he is not a vegetarian, not to mention that he has already prepared, if he is given a space to perform, he can completely intercept this trick of the Holy Light Ruling alone, but not in the imperial capital, if you are not careful, the entire imperial city will be bombed into ruins.

You can't summon a fire meteor, and you can't cast a large amount of magic, so it seems that the only way to do that is to use that one. Fisler thought back to the fire dance he had used when he first met Kenshin, and although he couldn't use the wind to increase the power and speed of fire like Kenshin, with his magic power, he could reduce the power of the Holy Light Judgment by at least half.

It's really not worth it for this kind of genius to end up like this. Fiessler felt infinite remorse in his heart, he had learned a lot of useful things from this apprentice, as strong as him, who stood at the top of the world, and had to admit that Kenshin's talent was rare in ten thousand years.

If you can't save Kenshin, the old man won't believe it, and even his grandfather can't keep it, so I might as well smash the sign of the god of fire myself. Fisler raised an eyebrow, his right hand using the fire dance of the sun, as if holding a small sun, and his left hand compressed the magic at the same time, and at the same time shook off the small sun in his hand when Locke released the light of judgment.

Strange, when did the old man of the fire create such a move? Wen Qin and Miao Shi felt the power of the little sun, and felt a little confused, the three of them have been friends for many years, and often learn together, and they know each other's tricks well, and there seems to be no such move in their memory.

"Boom"

The small sun collided with the pillar of light, and the strong shock wave rolled up a wave of air, and the space was visibly filled with ripples, as strong as Gar and the others felt a little shaky.

The two magic rays held each other for about ten seconds, and after all, the Holy Light Judgment was blessed by the Holy War-level staff, even if Fisler compressed the density of the Fire Dancing Sun, it was still impossible to resist, and after the pillar of light defeated the little sun, it hit Miao Shi's water curtain Tianhua directly.

The water is the softest, but the light is penetrating, Miao Shi felt that the water curtain Tianhua was not enough to resist the other party, and simply sent a dark blue light again, scattering the holy light that had been consumed by Fissler.

The two attacks were in vain, Locke's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, and there were only two minutes left in the absolute defense, that is, he only had one chance to make a move, and after two minutes, no matter what kind of magic he prepared, the other party could interrupt at any time. Moreover, at the time of the competition of the move just now, Jian Wuxian killed two more War Emperors, and the golden body light on his body became more and more prosperous, and it was not far from being completely promoted.

Four of the ten elders have gone, and the remaining six have to guard against the attacks of Gal and the two royal guards, Locke has no hope for them, at the very least, he must kill the sword without hatred, otherwise, a god-level full of hatred will be a nightmare for the entire Holy Court.

"It's you* mine. Locke's face was grim, he had already ignored the mainland's restrictions on the god level, and was ready to cast more powerful magic.

"Oh my God, what is he trying to do? This old man is crazy. Vulcan was shocked, he had already guessed which magic Locke wanted to use.

Wen Qin withdrew from the realm, flew over and said, "Old man Huo, you go and deal with Sabo, Miao Shi, and prepare to take over." ”