Three-step kill·Shan Shuang!

The first ones to change their expressions were the saints from the Bullhorn Corps. Unlike Jerome's anger, they were quite calm. Most of their attention fell on the eight saints around the carriage. The eight saints revealed that

The aura coming out made them a little suspicious. They originally didn't plan to take action. On the one hand, they thought Jerome was enough to deal with it, and on the other hand, they didn't want to alarm those saints.

But Allen's blow made them immediately forget about their previous plans.

Their figures suddenly disappeared and appeared at the front of the regiment almost at the same time.

Allen's sword light came with a bang. The sword light, which was more than thirty feet wide, exuded an astonishing domineering aura, as if it was going to split the world apart!

Ordinary sword lights are all sharp whistles, but the whistle of this sword light seems to be a roar made up of countless tiny vibratos, crushing through the hearts of everyone, and every inch of skin trembles.

My scalp is numb.

Ten saints take action at the same time!

Various rays of light appeared in front of the sword.

boom!

A ball of dazzling light bloomed, like the sun bursting. The dazzling light made the sky and the earth white.

The terrifying white light, even the sound seemed to be cut off, and everyone fell into it.

After receiving a counterattack, Allen felt a surge of power that could tear him apart. Almost at the same time, the light in Chen Zishuang's eyes behind him suddenly skyrocketed, and the furious wave of power that rushed in front of him seemed to be instantly dismembered and divided into pieces.

Countless copies were scattered among the team.

After a few seconds, the terrified Jerome's vision returned to normal, and his team staggered here and there. Ten saints shot at the same time, barely able to block the sword, but the aftermath of the power was enough to tear their formation into chaos.

Suddenly, Jerome's pupils suddenly shrank.

In front, five hundred mountain frosts stood with swords in hand, like five hundred sculptures of the god of war with sharp lines. They were covered in mist and emitted a fiery fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!