Most of the mountain-moving strong men in this world, except for Jian Siliu and the injured Chen Gou, had basically gathered on the Bright Continent.

Xia Lingguan, Dian Huihui, Lichen Zhenren, Jian Ganyi, Tian Qingzi, Liwu Zhenren, Mi Yue, Cao Taiwei, Li Ruizhen, Champion Hou, Xin Xiaoqi, Yuan Xiangyi, and also the spiritual consciousness reaches Zhou Wei, who moved the mountain, and a total of thirteen powerful people at the mountain moving stage or above, all came to the temple of Guangming Continent.

But I saw a middle-aged man wearing a red robe and a tall crown sitting on the side of the temple, in front of the sacred mountain, beside the exquisite pool with the angel statue. This middle-aged man had eyes. In his eyes, there was the high self-confidence and wisdom of a superior person. That powerful self-confidence seemed to hold the whole world in his hands, and the situation would change accordingly.

This middle-aged man looked at Xin Xiaoqi and his group of thirteen people, walking to the temple, and murmured softly: "Oh, thirteen, this number, to be honest, we hate it!"

But the person present was not a strong man. Although this middle-aged man spoke in a low voice, every word fell into the ears of these thirteen people.

Xin Xiaoqi's small eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at the middle-aged man and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you the annoying Pope?"

"You look young. This pope has not practiced any evil magic. He has rejuvenated his youth, right?" Zhenren Liwu asked curiously after swallowing a sip of strong wine.

The Pope chuckled and said calmly: "You are not entirely wrong. I have indeed rejuvenated myself, but it is not a magic spell."

"Xin Xiaoqi, I haven't seen you for a while, why are you so depressed that your voice has become hoarse!" the pope asked curiously.

Xin Xiaoqi did not answer the Pope's words. Instead, he stepped forward, looked at the Pope, and asked with a gloomy face: "Are we going to fight again?"

"Oh, child, when we meet again, you seem to be less clever than before. There are so many of you, would I be stupid enough to single you out?" The Pope shook his head and murmured.

Xin Xiaoqi drew his Fangdou sword, looked at the Pope and said, "Don't talk nonsense, come on!"

"What a nice sword!" the Pope said in admiration, but before he could finish his words, he was already floating in the air!

Before Xin Xiaoqi started to move, suddenly, the sleeping sword spirit reminded Xin Xiaoqi: "This person is not simple, you have to be careful and don't die, otherwise, I won't have the chance to move my body!" "

Xin Xiaoqi was about to question the sword spirit, but the sword spirit lost his voice again.

The Pope floated in the air and said with a smile: "Oh, my child, you are much more polite now than last time. You know how to respect the elderly. Do you want me to take action first?"

As soon as the Pope finished speaking, a holy light burst out behind him. On top of the circular holy light, four or five bowl-sized round holes appeared. In this round hole, a strong holy light suddenly burst out, and these five The holy light hole is actually rotating and shooting out in turns.

"Gatling?" Xin Xiaoqi couldn't help but think with disdain in her heart, speechless.

Fang Doujian shook his head and shouted softly: "Sword Art on the Clouds - Clouds Gather and Clouds Disperse!"

In an instant, the Fang Dou Sword in front of him turned into two and two into four... Sixty-four Fang Dou Swords flew towards the Holy Light of the Pope. At the same time, Xin Xiaoqi stamped his feet. , the blue light from the land moved towards the figure of the Pope.

"Boom, boom, boom" countless loud noises rang out, and the pope's rich holy light, which illuminated the night sky bright white, suddenly hit Xin Xiaoqi's sixty-four square swords one after another. .

The moment the holy light came into contact with the sword, it actually smashed the transformed Fang Dou sword into pieces. Without even a moment's pause, the holy light hit Xin Xiaoqi.

"Huh?" Xin Xiaoqi didn't expect that this holy light was so powerful, and he didn't dare to put on the bright light armor carelessly.

Suddenly, these countless holy lights hit Xin Xiaoqi's mighty Mingguang Armor with "dong, dong" sounds. In an instant, it seemed like a river of holy light, slamming hard on the solid and mighty river bank.

, like countless water droplets of holy light splashing, it is really beautiful.

The Pope looked at Xin Xiaoqi's Mingguang Armor and sighed: "Oh, it's really good armor. I'm afraid not many people can break through this defense."

As soon as the Pope finished speaking, he immediately stretched out a white finger. This finger was filled with rich, sacred light. This holy light seemed to contain a lot of power of faith and martial arts projected by the gods.

Principle, suddenly headed towards Xin Xiao's seven o'clock.

Xin Xiaoqi just jumped up and flew to the Pope's side, raised Fang Doujian, and shouted softly: "The murderous intention is coming from the sky - the stars are moving!"

In an instant, countless stars appeared above the heads of the Pope and Xin Xiaoqi. As if in response to Xin Xiaoqi's sword moves, they dropped huge star power and moved towards Xin Xiaoqi.

But the pope's finger came even more swiftly, like an antelope hanging its horns, touching Xin Xiaoqi's chest steadily without a trace.

Many monks looked at this seemingly gentle finger, but felt the endless power of law and rich energy, and couldn't help but feel horrified in their hearts.

But before Xin Xiaoqi could wait, the stars above his head completely dropped, but they were blown away by the Pope's extremely fast finger.

Xin Xiaoqi's majestic figure wearing Mingguang armor was sent flying by the Pope's finger, and then slammed into the statue on the pool. With a "boom", the statue was smashed to pieces by Xin Xiaoqi's body.

, Xin Xiaoqi's heavy body hit the pool, splashing countless water splashes.

Many monks couldn't help but be startled. They didn't expect that the pope's finger would actually hit Xin Xiaoqi. It was so terrifying.

Xin Xiaoqi poked his oval face out of the water, and blood surged from his mouth, immediately dyeing the water in the pool red.

Xin Xiaoqi jumped out of the water, his face pale. The Pope's finger was like the Martial God's Shadow summoned by Rodman, injuring himself through his bright light armor. Unlike the Martial God's Shadow,

, this finger works directly in the internal organs, rather than the phantom of the God of War summoned by Rodman, pointing at the flesh.

Xin Xiaoqi looked at the Pope with some horror, was surprised, and asked hoarsely: "God of War? Is that shadow of God of War your clone?"

There was a smile on the Pope's fair face and he said: "No, no, we are all clones. It's just that the one you said that idiot Rodman summoned was a smaller clone, and I am the bigger one!

"

The Pope didn't wait for Xin Xiaoqi to answer, and said with a smile: "You have also felt that my little clone is very powerful. I think you should surrender. You have no chance of winning!"

Xin Xiaoqi's hoarse voice sounded: "God, what's so great about it!"

Yuan Xiangyi stood aside and said softly: "Yes, God, he roasted and ate one, refined one, and slept with one." After saying that, his eyes like autumn water looked at Dian with a deep smile.

Hui Hui.

Dian Huihui curled her lips and said, "You have to figure it out, it was me who slept with him!"

Xin Xiaoqi had a black line on his head and shouted angrily: "Then let me kill another sacred cow!"

The ups and downs of thirty-six thorns - reflected in the moon, the environment arises.

"Sword Art on the Clouds - Clouds Gather and Clouds Disperse, Liuhe Purple Thunder True Art."

"Sword Technique on the Clouds - Clouds Gather and Clouds Disperse, Cave Sky, Yuan Ling"

"Thirty-six thorns of ups and downs - the unity of heaven and earth"

Xin Xiaoqi suddenly used Yingyue and six clones from the same realm. The first three clones burst out with their fusion skills, while the other three dark clones controlled the green light on the land and drove towards the Pope.

In an instant, Xin Xiaoqi's Fang Dou Divine Swords were everywhere in the night sky. In that instant, countless Fang Dou Divine Swords carried sixty-four purple thunders and sixty-four elements.

The cave sky controlled by the spirit moved towards the Pope. Not only that, the sky and the earth seemed to be forcibly merged into one, and followed the sixty-four purple thunder and cave heaven, crashing towards the Pope.

In the air, the proud Pope couldn't help but be startled. He murmured: "It's so powerful!"

"Cage of Holy Light!"

Suddenly, three rays of sacred light fell from the sky and shone firmly on the three dark clones. Suddenly, these three clones were shrouded in a cage of holy light and could not move at all. Xin Xiaoqi wanted to get closer.

Instantly broken by the Pope.

"Absolute defense"

The Pope gave another soft drink, and a holy white holy light shield instantly appeared in the night sky. This white holy light shield was much stronger than Andre's absolute defense.

Looking at all this, Xin Xiaoqi's face suddenly turned gloomy. The Pope was actually so terrifying.

On top of the crown studded with precious stones, it shrouded.

"Boom, boom" sixty-four purple thunders were aimed at the Pope. The Pope's figure suddenly stagnated, but he regained his freedom after a short breath.
Chapter completed!