Pan Heng stopped and watched for a long time, warships, artillery, missiles and holy arts, magic skills, swords, this is the confrontation of black and white, but also the collision of technology and magic, the whole sky does not see the light of day all year round The heavy lead cloud is like a tourmaline, washed clean by the infinite violent shock wave, and for the first time in hundreds of years, the brilliant day unreservedly sprinkled its light and heat all over the earth, shining on every mecha, knight and demon.

The two sides have already killed the red eyes, and they have done everything to fight bloodily, the number of the Bright Legion is small, but the faith is pious, the confidence is firm, and they would rather die than retreat, and everyone has either practiced martial arts or practiced holy arts since childhood, and the individual combat ability is extremely strong.

On the other hand, in the dark court, werewolves, zombies, fierce beasts, trolls, goblins, half-orcs and other various, strange monsters are overwhelming and endless, like the most terrible beast tide, one by one, their eyes are blood-red, and they scream, as if they have been blessed with some kind of evil spell, all of them are bloodthirsty and furious, and they seem to be crazy wave after wave of impact on the camp of the Legion of Light.

Pan Heng hid in the dark and watched with boiling blood and passion, and couldn't help but join in to kill him, but he didn't lose his mind, and watched for a while, and then took advantage of the gap in the defense of the two sides, crossed the border, and entered the territory of the dark court.

At a height of 10,000 meters, the Troll King and the Twin Sword Demon King were hidden in the dark clouds, their eyes flashing with blood, and the corners of their mouths showed a cruel smile, as if the trap carefully prepared by Orion had been stepped on by a wild beast.

Pan Heng, who was sneaking around, couldn't see all this at all, and after killing the three grandmaster-level masters of the Bright Sect, he had been feeling uneasy in his heart, and a more and more bad feeling came to his mind.

He has an invincible sword heart, and the sudden appearance of this kind of warning is definitely not out of nowhere, even when it comes to the territory of their mortal enemy, it can't make Pan Heng feel at ease, especially after seeing the strong strength of the two legions fighting, he has no pride in killing the grandmaster, and now his mind is full of running away.

"Sinners, the people who killed my Church of Light, are you still trying to run for your life?"

I was really afraid of something, Pan Heng was like a hulk, he could cross dozens of meters in one step, and just after he landed, a ball of divine and peaceful golden light flashed in front of him, slowly outlining the appearance of Archbishop Valen in a red robe.

"Who are you!"

Pan Heng was highly vigilant, with his current strength, the red-robed little old man in front of him was no different from an ordinary old man in his six senses, and this feeling seemed to have only been felt by the Sword God Gu Yi.

"I, one of the cardinal archbishops of the Church of Light, Valen, declare that the sinner Pan Heng has violated Article 8 of Chapter 13, Chapter 6 of the Bible of Light, that all those who kill the servants of the gods, regardless of status, status, or glory, must be suppressed in the divine prison for a thousand years, and bear the holy fire day and night to temper their hearts, until the great God of Light forgives your sins!" Archbishop Valen was compassionate, staring coldly at Pan Heng and silently.

"Old fellow, you are still unreasonable, you besiege me first, it's rare for me to stand there and let you kill?" Pan Heng retorted angrily.

"Why don't you kill someone else?" said Valen coldly.

Pan Heng: "......"

"Since you have nothing to say, then be enlightened!" Archbishop Varen didn't need to chant, he directly waved his hand and shouted: "Holy Light Purification!"

A white light fell from the sky, covering Pan Heng squarely, instantly turning the clothes he snatched into flying ashes, and at the same time, the system's prompt sounded in his mind: "Ding, detect being attacked by Holy Light Spell Damage, Holy Light Spell Damage Resistance +1+1+1......"

"Huh?" Valen was amazed when he saw this, he couldn't know the power of his holy arts, even if it was an alloy armored tank, there was no scum left to be purified, the Sword God disciple was really extraordinary, he was able to easily resist his own casual blow at such a young age.

As everyone knows, Pan Heng's heart is even more shocked, but the system clearly prompts, this old man is using spells, real spells, so is there really a temple of light on the moon as George said?

Spells are a kind of supernatural power that is far more magical than martial arts, and I don't know how this group of birdmen cultivated, but if he asked Pan Heng to believe in some nonsensical god in exchange for power, it would be better to kill himself.

If you have obtained a spell through prayer and faith, how can you have a comfortable heart of the Yuan Li that you have cultivated steadily.

"Boy, I want to see what the Sword God has taught you!" Valen pinched a heart shape in both hands and shouted in a low voice, "Holy Light Mind Mirror!"

A huge silver mirror of more than ten meters actually shot out of Valen's handprint, and in that mirror, there was a four-winged archangel glaring angrily at Pan Heng, and an extremely fine golden light was replaced by a holy light purification spell, which shot at Pan Heng's heart.

"Ding, detect being attacked by Soul Searching damage, Soul Searching Damage Resistance +1+1+1......"

Pan Heng was shocked, this old guy is so ruthless, what is the "Holy Light Mirror of the Heart, isn't it a forcible soul search after a long time?" What is the difference between this method and the evil demon?"

Although Archbishop Valen's two holy arts are very strong, they are not enough to kill in one blow, so Pan Heng easily carried the holy light purification, and resisted what bullshit soul searching, and by the way, the two resistances were raised to Dacheng!

Pan Heng, who waited for a long time and didn't move after Dacheng, got up slowly in disappointment and said, "Old guy, you birdmen will talk big, isn't it, what kind of bullshit holy arts, there is no power at all, and the sauna is almost the same!"

"Hmph, arrogant mortals, ignorant mortals, you will pay the price for your ignorance and arrogance!" "Archbishop Valen was furious, he wanted to get his hands on the captured juniors, but he was so difficult, although his holy art was just a temptation, but ordinary grandmasters didn't dare to block it, what did the sword god teach him, how could he resist so easily?

"Could it be?" Archbishop Valen suddenly remembered something, the pupils of his eyes turned into two small angels, emitting bursts of golden light, and in the golden light, there seemed to be a faint ghost of a triangular box, but unfortunately it was included in two extremely pure and condensed extremely cold and hot Yuan Force, and it was not clear at all.

But this is enough, Archbishop Valen looked up to the sky and laughed, he never imagined that he could suppress the sword god and kill a junior, but he could still have such a big harvest, it was like a godsend.

Archbishop Valen respectfully performed a sacrament to the sky, and then his eyes soared, and he said to Pan Heng: "Mortal, I will give you a chance to atone for your sins, take the initiative to hand over the lost holy relics of my Church of Light, and I will make an exception to spare you the pain of hell and give you a good time, how about it!"

"I'm sorry, whoever took your things, give me back a good time, the master let you cool down first!"

Pan Heng was furious, knowing that this guy Varun was far more powerful than the three grandmasters, although he was not as terrifying as the master sword god, he was also extremely strong.

If you don't go all out, even if you can't kill yourself, it's very likely that you will forcibly tie yourself up and take it away, and then it's really too late to cry.

At the moment when Pan Heng was running the "Nine Death Sword Technique" at full strength, a trace of white mist suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, and a trace of chill enveloped Valen, making him look at the gradually snow-white world around him in amazement, and his face showed a rare trace of shock.

"Nine Death Sword Technique First Form, Absolute Zero!"