The heads of the various factions in the clouds couldn't bear it, but they had just experienced a life-and-death battle, and more than 100,000 people died, and they were all numb, seeing that the Dark Alliance had launched a new wave of attacks under Wang Fei's call, they all flew down and fought with the Holy See army. Although Wang Fei was shocked by this hand just now, the Pope saw that there were only a few hundred of them, so he naturally didn't take these people to heart.

The Pope thought to himself: These Chinese people are really arrogant, only a few hundred people dare to come here, aren't they sent to death? Arrogance has to pay a price, but sometimes arrogance does not mean anything, and ignorance is the greatest sorrow, they have no self-knowledge at all, it is really hopeless. So he shouted: "Don't panic, everyone, there are only a few hundred of them, and we can destroy them as easily as pinching an ant to death." ”

When the Holy See army heard the Pope's words, they saw that yes, there were only a few hundred people, and they were afraid of Mao! A single spit could drown them. The Holy See army, which had become a little panicked, relaxed again. Soon the Holy See army surrounded the hundreds of men and attacked.

Seeing the hundreds of newcomers surrounded by the pope's voice again: "You demonic believers, give up your senseless resistance and surrender!"

But what the Holy See army didn't expect was that although there were only a few hundred people here, all of them were extremely strong, and there was no one weak, and soon the Holy See suffered a large number of casualties.

The Pope's face began to become solemn, and he suddenly remembered a question: Didn't he send a large army to fight a decisive battle with the Huaxia Xiuzhen Realm before? Why did the Huaxia people come now? What about his own army? Could it be?

Thinking of this, the Pope broke out in a cold sweat. Although he couldn't believe it, the fact that the masters of the Huaxia Cultivation Realm had all arrived, indicating that they must have won the victory, otherwise they would not have been able to rush here. He originally thought that even if the army could not destroy the Huaxia Xiuzhen Realm army, he would be able to defeat both of them, but he didn't expect that this time Huaxia still came with so many masters, it didn't seem to hurt much vitality, this, how could this be possible? Didn't the upper realm send angels to support? He didn't dare to think about it anymore, if he thought about it again, he would collapse.

With the new force of the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, although the number is small, all of them are masters, and there is not much consumption along the way, so the number of people in the Holy See has dropped sharply.

Qingyun Zhenren shouted: "Pope Piff, come out and fight with this real person." ”

An archbishop immediately shouted, "What are you, and you still want to challenge His Majesty the Pope?"

Qingyun Zhenren was furious and said disdainfully: "This real person is the Great Elder of the Huaxia Dragon Group, is he not qualified to fight this death-fearing horseman?"

The Pope's face twitched, but he didn't move, he couldn't move now. A few masters around him were dispatched, and they immediately met them.

There are only eight divine warriors in the Holy See, four of whom participated in the battle with the Huaxia Xiuzhen Realm, and they are all hanging, and there are still four more. The Pope didn't make a move, and the divine warrior was taken over by Xuan Jizi and others. The other masters of the Holy See were nothing to Wang Fei, Song Jian and the others, under their leadership, the battle had already been one-sided, and the combined forces of Huaxia and the Dark Alliance could be said to be overwhelming, and no one could stop them. Those who dare to stand in the way have only one result, and that is death.

Wang Fei and Song Jian had another killing contest, but this time they didn't use hot weapons. More than 100,000 people, after Wang Fei and others rushed to kill, only tens of thousands of people remained. The masters have someone to deal with, and the imposing coalition army frantically slaughtered the Holy See army. It was a one-sided battle, and the soldiers of the Holy See were also crazy, and they frantically pounced on the enemy in front of them, with only one purpose in mind, which was to kill each other.

Seeing more and more warriors die, the Pope couldn't sit still any longer, and he finally made a move, but Wu Lai appeared in front of him in an instant.

"It's you!" exclaimed the Pope.

Wu Laimans asked methodically: "I said old man the Pope, where are you going?" Compared with the Pope's surprise, Wu Lai's face was leisurely.

When he saw Wu Lai, the Pope was angry in his heart, and evil was born to the side of his guts, his eyes burned with raging fire, and he looked like he was about to eat him. The Pope said fiercely: "You demon, the great God of Light will not let you go." "I can't beat it again, so I can only say some cruel things on my lips.

Hearing the Pope's words, Wu Lai looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Haha, don't mention any bullshit to me about the God of Light, the God of Light is a p, not only does Lao Tzu not believe him, but Lao Tzu will beat him." As long as he dares to come, Lao Tzu will definitely pick off his head and kick it as a ball. The God of Light in the Upper Realm was sipping the wine, and suddenly couldn't help but sneeze, and the precious wine that had just been drunk in his mouth spewed out: "Who is scolding me? If I know who it is, I have to skin him!"

The Pope was angry: "You—" But he turned his mind and said, "If you give me back the golden feather from last time, we will fight to the death." ”

Wu Lai looked up and down at this holy-looking and human-looking pope, and said with a slight smile: "Old man Pope, I know very well what you have in mind, isn't it just a summoning feather?

The Pope was overjoyed in his heart, but he did not express it, but said: "Who knows if you will do anything!"

Wu Lai snorted coldly: "A broken feather, making hairy hands and feet? You are an insult to my dignified generation of masters." After saying that, a golden feather appeared in Wu Lai's hand, and then slowly flew towards the Pope.

Pope Khan: Insults? What did you say about the ten artifacts of light?

Seeing that Wu Lai was willing to return the feather, the Pope suppressed the excitement in his heart, and watched the feather fly over slowly, but he didn't pounce to grab it, he knew that with Wu Lai's speed, if he went to grab it, he might not be able to grab it.

The feather had already flown in front of the Pope, and the Pope reached out to pick it up, but he didn't expect that although the speed was slow, the Pope flew out upside down as if he had been hit by a strong force the moment he took the feather, and retreated a few feet away before he stabilized his body.

Wu Lai said contemptuously: "Old man Pope, your body is too thin, you can't even bear it if I throw feathers at you." There is still a sentence that is not said: just go back and wash and sleep!

The Pope didn't care about Wu Lai's disdainful gaze, his goal had been achieved, that is, that feather that could summon the eight-winged angel, that was the only hope for the Pope to redeem the defeat.

Xuan Jizi didn't know why Wu Lai knew that this feather could summon the eight-winged angel and return the feather to the Pope, wasn't that asking for trouble? But he didn't say anything, because he knew that Wu Lai must have his reasons for doing this, and he must have known it in his heart, and it was definitely not impulsive. Wu Lai is not this kind of person who is easily provoked.