"The soul is strong, not inferior to the Mahayana practitioner of the Mahayana, who has comprehended the small perfection of the four major fields of earth, water, fire and wind, and has also studied the other four major fields. The eight major fields are combined into one, and the trend of promoting the Great Perfection is even more commendable. What is even more valuable is that you are less than twenty-five years old and belong to the protection of the great sword monarch genius swordsman. If you can comprehend the sword stance before the age of twenty-five, the divine grace that comes from the sky alone will be enough to make you naturally impact the sword spirit realm!"

Pope Sith had come back to his senses from the thrilling assassination just now, standing outside the encirclement of several sword saints, looking directly at the royal court. Although the admiration in his eyes was still not diminished, his face was no longer as calm and calm as before, and replaced by a heart-wrenching cold murderous intent.

"Genius, a true genius, your talent is outstanding even in the era when the great Sword Lord came to the age when His Majesty the Great Sword Emperor had just arrived, and ASEAN's 100 Saints were all outstanding. If you look at the entire continent, only Mu Qingshuang could threaten me before, then now, you must be added, the royal court."

Wang Ting looked silent, facing the eyes of the most powerful man in the continent, his figure did not give in at all.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that you made the wrong choice. What you did made me so disappointed that now, I have to take action personally to kill you, and kill you, a genius swordsman who may achieve sword in the future, and I will talk to you in advance!"

As soon as Pope Sith finished speaking, Mu Qingshuang frowned. She had no intention of intervening in this battle at all, and her body moved and she had already appeared beside the royal court.

Seeing this scene, a hint of joy appeared in Xi Fenglie and others' eyes. Unexpectedly, when Pope Sith decided to kill the royal court, Mu Qingshuang, who was planning to leave, actually stayed. It seemed. The relationship between the two of them was indeed as rumored by the outside world, and it was hard to distinguish.

"Mu Qingshuang. Could it be that you want to be an enemy of me? Your sword intent that is just entering the threshold can kill the Holy Lord of Tianshui Palace. But you should understand in your heart that if you want to make that fatal blow to me, it is just a delusion."

Pope Sith frowned slightly and his eyes turned to Mu Qingshuang.

"As long as he doesn't die, this battle has nothing to do with me."

Mu Qingshuang said indifferently.

"There is no possibility. Wang Ting's actions disappointed me too much. A swordsman with a promising future should be a whole broad world. Not a small ASEAN. Unfortunately, the decision he made now has been to stick to ASEAN but has self-defeated his future. Therefore, death is his only result."

Mu Qingshuang remained silent.

After a while, her eyes fell on Wang Ting: "It's just an ASEAN, it's worth your hard work? Fight against Pope Sith, the most powerful man in the mainland?"

Wang Ting glanced at Mu Qingshuang and seemed to have no intention of answering this question.

But after a moment, he still spoke: "ASEAN? It has nothing to do with ASEAN. I will take action against the Sith Pope, just for a little bit!"

"a little?"

"The most powerful person in the continent!"

"ridiculous!"

Mu Qingshuang snorted coldly: "Is this the reason why you intervened in this battle?"

Wang Ting was silent.

Silence is equivalent to default.

This result was not only surprised by Pope Sith, but also Xifeng Lie, Fusheng Sword Saint, Li Xiaoyun, Kolos and others were shocked, quite incredible.

The most powerful person in the mainland?

It is not for the righteousness of ASEAN, not for its own interests, not for friendship and family, but for the false reputation of the most powerful person in the mainland?

He has already broken through the most powerful legendary swordsman, and his combat power is not inferior to that of the Sword Saint Realm. He is actually trapped by Xu Ming. He cannot even see through this most basic point?

Unable to understand.

"The most powerful person in the continent?"

The Sith chuckled, abruptly, he felt that he had valued the royal court so much just now and regarded him as a real confrontation with him in the future.

"The most powerful person in the continent is not something you can achieve by joining forces with these people to defeat me. To become the most powerful person in the continent, you don't need anything else or other people's recognition. As long as you are strong enough to be arrogant to the entire continent, you will continue to defeat all the strong people blocking me. In the long run, even if you don't call yourself the most powerful person in the continent, you will be pushed to the throne of the most powerful person by all the strong people in the entire continent."

Wang Ting did not reply.

It seemed that he had a firm heart and took a fancy to the reputation of the most powerful man in the continent.

Seeing this scene, Pope Sith shook his head slightly, his eyes swept over Xifeng Lie, Fusheng Sword Saint, Koros, Wang Ting, Mu Qingshuang and others one by one, and his expression gradually became cold: "The eight sword saints, eight sword saints level combat power, today it seems that life and death must be divided into life and death. Since we are ready for the decisive battle, then now, I am as you wish!"

While speaking, Pope Sith's sword edge was raised and pointed directly at Xifeng Lie: "The second strongest man in the continent? It's ridiculous! Today is destined to be the day when a sword saint falls!"

"Shadowless!"

"Just just now, we took action and almost killed you under the sword. Now there is an additional swordsman, His Majesty Mu Qingshuang, who is peeping at the sword intent, has increased its strength again. You dare to speak wildly. Today next year will be your sacrifice day!"

"Let's take action together and kill! Your Majesty Mu Qingshuang, Your Highness Wangting, you two are by your side, waiting for an opportunity to move!"

With the strong west wind, the Lord of the Polar and others roared in their mouths, the battle formation composed of six people rushed towards the Pope of the Sith again.

"call!"

Pope Sith took a deep breath, and the air around him formed a vortex of air visible to the naked eye, all of which entered his mouth. When the breath was absorbed to the limit, a shocking sword force burst out in his eyes that was even more sharp than before, and went straight to Xifenglie's assassination.

"kill!"

"Bang!"

The frontal impact of the sword momentum containing a mysterious sword intent was torn to pieces in Xifenglie's realm in the field of Xifenglie. The remaining power of the sword momentum was shattered on Xifenglie's body when the sword momentum was broken. When he was about to react, the trace of sword intent inside had already shocked his mind and missed the best opportunity to dodge. The protective true energy collided with the remaining sword momentum head-on, causing a violent explosion.

"Sword roll holy river!"

Amid the explosion, the boundless holy sword in the hands of Pope Sith seemed to turn into a dazzling holy river. In the holy river, the power of earth, water, fire and wind was constantly changing. The attacks of Li Xiaoyun and Kolos, who were aware of the crisis of Xifeng Lie and wanted to rescue him, were shattered. A stunning sword, like a bamboo shoot, broke into the broken realm of Xifeng Lie, penetrated his protective true energy, and pierced into his body.

"Not good! Traveling thousands of miles away!"

At the critical moment, Xi Fenglie let out a long roar, and at the moment when he felt the power on his body being defeated instantly, he had already used powerful secret techniques as quickly as possible. He pulled away quickly. Although Pope Sith's sword stabbed into his body and rolled up a large amount of blood, the power contained in the sword could not cause any damage to his body.

"Pluo, die!"

"The Crimson of the Ice Nine-Serious Fist!"

The Lord of the Polar Land, the Sword Saint of Fusheng, and Xue Wuhen, the three of them instantly killed each other. The powerful attack enveloped the Pope Sith.

"Saint Light Protects! Sword Dances in Heaven!"

Pope Sith shouted loudly, and the sword light waving, and the powerful sword force rolled from his sword body, which was violently excited, which actually shocked Xue Wuhen and the Fusheng Sword Saint all retreated. Then he ignored the powerful boxing technique that the Lord of the Polar Land bombarded, and the sword light assassinated, carrying a dazzling sword light and stabbed the Fusheng Sword Saint. The two swords collided, and the huge shock force actually caused a large amount of blood to burst out from the entire arm of Fusheng Sword Saint, which was almost disabled.

"Boom!"

The Ice Nine-Sad Secret Fist exploded violently on the holy light protection on the Sith Pope's body surface, and violently bombarded, smashing the defensive power formed in the six major fields into pieces, and the remaining momentum hit his body. Even though he had the peerless treasure of the Holy Snow Silk Armor, his body was still shaking violently, and his qi and blood were churning.

But the Pope of the Sith is the Pope of the Sith!

When Wang Ting’s seventh-level spiritual scale is used to forcibly suppress his own qi and blood with his spiritual power, not to mention that he, a top powerhouse who has been at the peak of the eighth-level spiritual scale and has been practicing for nearly a hundred years?

While the thunderous punch of the Lord of the Polar Earth shocked the Pope Sith, the Pope Sith suddenly accelerated with the help of the power of boxing. The sword edge was stabbed out again, and the sharp edge instantly locked at the Flying Sword Saint who was retreating. The next moment, this sword would pierce the throat of the dean of the God-Selected Swordsman Academy with one sword.

"not good!"

Although Wang Ting had no friendship with Fusheng Sword Saint, at this moment, he still took action in an instant, assassinating the sword, and at a critical moment, he was about to stop the assassination of Pope Sith.

"roll!"

Seeing Wang Ting coming with a sword, Pope Sis exhaled like thunder and shouted loudly. Then he suddenly pointed out his left hand and pinched his fingers into a sword. The heavy point was on the sword edge of Ruosheng Sword. The sword force exploded, and it actually curbed the power of earth, water, fire and wind circulation contained on Wang Ting's sword. At the moment when this force was suppressed and exposed the gap, the sword force in the finger sword had already hit Wang Ting's sword, and rushed into Wang Ting's body through the sword body, shaking his figure in one fell swoop.

"There is no one in this continent who I, Prolo, want to kill but cannot kill! A ridiculous formation, delusional to compete with Prolo, is simply a dream. Today, I will break your formation, break your dreams, and let you be completely awake!"

Pope Sith let out a long roar, and the boundless sword of holy light quickly magnified in the pupils of the Floating Life Sword Saint.

"No!"

The Floating Sword Saint let out a desperate roar, trying all his might to avoid this sword.

but……

No use!

No use!

Pro's sword edge carries a murderous intent that no power can resist. The unpredictable trajectory of gods and ghosts penetrates all the defenses in front of Fusheng Sword Saint and assassinates!

Blood splatters in the sky!!

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Chapter completed!