Joyce pierced his heart with an arrow, and Pan Heng didn't feel the slightest pain, but he was tortured by his soul all the time.

One moment he killed people like hemp, slaughtered villages and cities, and was spurned by the world, and the next moment the great God of Light appeared in the sky with all the angels, sending down the divine light of redemption, making him put down the butcher's knife, worship sincerely, and become the most faithful believer of the God of Light.

The style of painting changed abruptly, Pan Heng killed the master in order to improve his cultivation, buried his brothers, beheaded his relatives with a sword, killed people for a genius treasure, and slaughtered the entire martial arts hall for a martial arts inheritance secret book.

Federal officials are trapped by power, small people in the federal market are worried about their livelihoods, patients who are seriously ill and dying, and businessmen who want to commit suicide after failing in life and death......

Wait, Pan Heng is like a hundred generations, constantly changing his identity, experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world, feeling the ubiquitous light and might, the divine glory that illuminates the earth, and the broad mind that accommodates Baichuan, so that Pan Heng almost indulges in it.

"Ding, detect being attacked by Bewitchment Damage, Bewitchment Damage Resistance +1+1+1...... Xiaocheng, Dacheng, Complete!"

"Ding, the damage resistance of the bewitchment has reached a critical value, and the comprehension talent is invincible to the sword heart!"

Pan Heng was bathed in the golden holy fire, his soul was constantly tortured by the strange holy arts, and even dragged into the reincarnation of a hundred lifetimes, if he hadn't comprehended the Blue Blood Pill Heart earlier, he would have been unable to stand the last trace of clarity on the spiritual platform, and completely fell into the abyss, becoming the strongest thug of the Church of Light.

It's a pity that several grandmaster-level bigwigs never imagined that Pan Heng would be so determined, not only did he hold the entrance at the last moment, but he also died nine times a life, and inadvertently met the key of the "Nine Deaths Sword Technique", which is a supreme magic skill that is not recorded in the sword trick of the sword god's remnants.

Even if the sword god gets the full copy of the "Nine Dead Sword Technique", he can't do the soul torture like Pan Heng who has gone through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation and hone the sword heart, which means that at this moment, Pan Heng's sword path cultivation is far inferior to the sword god Gu Yi, but the sword path state of mind cultivation has far surpassed him.

From now on, even Pan Heng himself doesn't know why he can learn swordsmanship as soon as he learns it, and it is not difficult to comprehend it.

In an instant, the peerless swordsman with the image of a white-clothed, white-sword, white-bearded old man in Pan Heng's mind appeared out of thin air again, and a set of supreme swordsmanship that simplified the complex was demonstrated like a stream.

This time, the swordsmanship has completely changed in Pan Heng's eyes, it seems that every move of this sword can be ever-changing, and each style has infinite uses, and the fourteen-style basic sword technique is not confined to the restrictions of moves, move as you like, everything is a sword, this is clearly the realm of seeing through the appearance and studying its reasoning, that is, the popular level of looking at the mountain is not the mountain and the water is not the water.

Pan Heng slowly opened his eyes, and two eyes that seemed to be like substance split the golden flame and pierced Joyce's heart, making him can't help but feel a palpitation in his heart, and a very ominous premonition came to his heart.

At this moment, the chief judge Rossini saw the abnormality, raised the holy sword in his hand, and chanted loudly: "O light god, condense into an invincible holy sword, cut through the dark time and space, holy light slash with a sword!"

"Buzz".

A phantom of the God of Light appeared behind Rossini, and with a slash from afar, a golden sword of more than ten meters broke through the lead cloud, bringing up infinite clouds, and slashed down towards Pan Heng.

"What kind of swordsmanship, bluffing, let you gods see the real swordsmanship!"

Pan Heng's right hand was held weakly, and the golden holy flame that was almost incombustible instantly distorted and deformed, and it was unexpectedly out of the control of the five-pointed star array, rapidly shrinking and condensing, turning into a three-foot golden long sword, and slashing lightly at the three people in the sky.

The first of them was that the Holy Sword of Light hanging above his head was shattered, and then the Codex was instantly vaporized by the blazing extreme heat, and even the Holy Light Great Sword that fell across the void and looked indestructible was also slashed by a sword, turning into golden points of light scattered and flying in all directions, extremely brilliant and dazzling.

The remnants of the sword qi continued unabated, still slashing at the three Rossini, they were like roasting in a cage, the extreme heat made their holy blast burn slowly, and the supple and silky white hair and white whiskers were slightly charred and curled.

The faces of the three of them changed drastically, and they quickly changed their positions and chanted together: "O Almighty and All-Knowing God of Light, please grant us the power to be free from evil, and in the presence of the supreme good spiritual shield, all evil demons will be kept away, - Holy Light Spirit Shield!"

A white-gold shield dozens of meters high suddenly stood in front of the three people, which was covered with paintings and mysterious runes of believers singing praises to the gods and worshipping the gods, and Pan Heng's sword collided in pairs, and they all turned into a blazing white light, bursting out with violent energy, tearing the white robes of the three old men in an instant, and even the metal wings behind them exploded and burned, and the three bare-chested old men turned into a ball of fireball and fell from the sky, smashed to the ground and snorted, unable to get up for a long time.

Looking at the three bare-bottomed old men who were unrecognizable, Pan Heng shook his head and sneered disdainfully, and lost the mind to kill them all, so he picked up the big package and turned around and left.

At this moment, Joyce struggled to raise his head, glared at Pan Heng's back and said: "Abominable heretic, you killed Galileo, the ruling angel of the church, and our Church of Light is bound to want you all over the world, so that you will be terrified all day long and repent of your sins!"

"Not good!"

As soon as these words came out, Rossini suddenly felt as if he had eaten a ball of Shengxiang, and his face was extremely ugly.

Sure enough, Pan Heng, who was already planning to leave, slowly turned around, his right hand gradually condensed the scorching fire of the day, and said: "I wanted to spare your life, but I actually dared to slander the master, since this is the case, let me die!"

"Wait, don't ......"

Rossini screamed in surprise and begged for mercy, but unfortunately the flame split into three in mid-air, piercing through the skull, and in just a few seconds, the three of them were reduced to ashes, and they really went to see their god of light.

"Dididi!"

In front of the huge surveillance screen at the headquarters of the Church of Light, a group of staff members dressed in white holy clothes were stunned, among which the leader of the group crossed his hands over his chest with tears in his eyes, and chanted the holy name of the light in his mouth, and said: "Lord Rossini, the chief judge of the Great Inquisition, Lord Joyce, the vice president of the seminary, and Lord Tarberly, the mage of the Holy Light, have returned to the arms of God, Apollo!"

A group of people slowly got up and did the same thing, facing the western sky, their eyes full of tears, and they sang in unison: "Apollo!"

Pan Heng didn't dare to stay, poached on other people's territory, and killed three grandmaster-level masters and a young grandmaster Tianjiao, estimating that he would not spare himself on any force, Pan Heng was not sure if those congenital would make a move.

You must know that the sword aura of the sword god that day made him still have palpitations, and the innate level master would probably kill him in seconds if he struck with all his strength when he saw him.

Pan Heng, who had been running and absconding all the way, never imagined that beyond the endless high sky, there was actually a satellite imprinted with the mark of the Church of Light in the orbit of the Azure Star, which was transmitting his real-time image to the headquarters of the Church of Light.