On the highest platform in the main hall of the Church of Light, An Luo first made a move. He drew out his sword and stabbed straight into the pope's eyebrows. He was extremely fast and drove the surrounding qi to press up. As soon as he made a move, he wanted to kill the other party.

The pope was still not afraid, and his light was scattered, turning into countless photoelectrics and dissipating in the air, as if fireflies were flying everywhere, making An Luo's sword fall, and he couldn't find where he was.

"Is this the magic that can avoid all attacks in the magic of light? Let's see how I break it." An Luo made a strong move, and the main field of the third type of bloodline potential was deployed. Within twenty steps, an invincible space was formed, and the Pope was forced out of its original form.

In an instant, the Pope felt that his power was suppressed from the 7th level of the holy level to the 6th level of the holy level, and even descending. He showed an urgency on his face and quickly thought about the countermeasures.

"Pope, give up. In my main realm, no one is my opponent." An Luo rushed over. Although he shouted with great momentum, he was actually worried that the Pope would come up with a solution after thinking for a while. After all, there is an example of breaking the four seas. It proves that the main realm is not truly invincible.

Faced with this situation, the six magics that the Pope had continuously cast were all invalid. It turned out that the main domain had already squeezed out all the magic elements of light, and did not give the Pope the chance to attack.

"Boy, don't be proud. You have blood potential, and I also have the Scepter of Light." The Pope did not disperse or avoid it, chose the least attack method, rushed forward, and slapped the Scepter of Light in the simplest and most direct way.

An Luo did not agree. In his eyes, although the Scepter of Light was a magic weapon, the Pope whose strength was suppressed could not exert much power at all, so he stabbed it with a sword full of confidence.

However, beyond An Luo's expectations, the scepter of light that came into contact suddenly burst out beams of light, which caught An Luo off guard and penetrated through his body one after another.

"How could it be, in my main realm, there should be no magic element, why can I still activate the magic of light?" Just when An Luo was puzzled, the pope's faint voice recalled: "Boy, you don't know yet, the scepter of light can produce magic elements, and I can activate the magic of light under any circumstances." After speaking, the pope was in power and slapped the scepter of light heavily on An Luo's head and knocked him to the ground.

"It's really a good thing to have a magical weapon. If you don't have enough, you underestimate me too much." An Luo suddenly shook his body, and three beams of light burst out from his body, rushed towards the Pope, and penetrated directly through his body.

The second type of bloodline potential, power transformation, An Luo turned these into his own killer moves when he was withstood the beam and returned them to the Pope. After this, neither side gained any advantage.

"What's this?" The Pope roared, casting healing magic, emitting a faint light on his body, instantly recovering his injuries. Although he is not a magic genius like Ben Cardan, in addition to light magic, other fields are also involved, especially auxiliary healing magic, which is the key target of cultivation.

"What, it's so fast that I'm back to my best condition, it's hard to fight now." An Luo took back his main domain and thought about countermeasures. The main domain consumes too much and cannot fight for a long time. The Pope obviously cannot fight in just a few seconds, so it's unwise to keep opening the main domain.

"Be careful, it's time for me to fight back." The pope just glanced at An Luo, and suddenly a force hit An Luo invisibly, followed by the second, third, and fourth swells, just like an invisible man waving his fist, hitting An Luo like raindrops, hitting him so hard that his body was sunk several times.

This is the distance of light, ignoring the length of the distance, as long as a person's mind moves, his opponent can be attacked. The horror of this magic made An Luo feel very helpless, and he was beaten up and down, and for a moment he could only get beaten and vomit blood.

Seeing that the situation was favorable, the Pope increased his strength and kept emitting the distance of light, bombarding Anlo with the intention of knocking him down in one breath, but it was also a great burden in the most spiritual way. It was not until he could bear it that the Pope stopped.

At this moment, An Luo was already lying on the ground, with a pool of blood on his lower body, and was severely injured and dying. On the surface, the outcome seemed to have been decided, but in the Pope's incredible gaze, An Luo stood up again.

"The fourth type of bloodline potential, infinite battle lines, the stronger the battle." An Luo's face was covered with blood-red battle lines, his eyes were blood-red, and even his hair became extremely bright red, showing a look that he was going to have a crazy fight.

"Very good, I want to see how powerful your bloodline potential is." After the Pope calmed down, he snorted coldly, and once again launched the distance of light. Countless attacks hit An Luo with his thoughts.

However, this time An Luo ignored all of them and bounced all these attacks with his muscles alone. He rushed to the Pope in just a few steps and punched him without saying a word.

"Defense of Light!" The Pope immediately opened a crystal wall of light curtain and blocked him. However, he was shattered by An Luo with a punch, hitting Huanglong and hitting his chest hard.

The Pope is a magician, and ** is not that powerful. He was almost penetrated by a punch. The pain spreads all over his body, and even his eyes almost fell out, with an extremely ferocious look.

"What, aren't you dead yet? Then I'll send you another trip." An Luo's fist exerted force again, blasting out a powerful force, knocking the Pope away, and spraying a mouthful of blood in the air.

"Damn it, damn it!" The pope was in pain and furious, and activated the healing magic to restore his injuries to the point of the past, but the feeling of being almost killed just now still made him feel palpitations.

"Recovery is quite fast, Lord Pope." At some point, An Luo suddenly appeared directly above the Pope, stepped down with his feet, stepped on the Pope's back, pressing him to hit the ground, and a loud bang exploded.

"Pope, don't die so easily. Take my next move." After stepping on the Pope into the ground, An Luo became more and more braver, and his whole body began to spin at high speed, faster and faster, and concentrated the impact on his feet and attacked the Pope.

At this moment, it seemed like a large gyro was spinning on the Pope's back. The pain that could not be imagined was so painful that it was so unbearable that the Pope shouted out in pain.

"The magic of light scattered all over the place." The pope endured the pain, concentrated on chanting the spell, and once again launched a life-saving move. His whole person turned into countless light spots and dissipated around.

"Dear Pope, can the number one person in Xiyun Continent just escape?" An Luo snorted disdainfully, then stopped rotating, staring at the place where the light spots were concentrated not far away.

Slowly, the Pope reappeared again. He used healing magic to restore himself to his best state, but his face was a little bad, as if the big loss just now made him feel a little afraid in his mind.

"Pope, my bloodline potential is better than your light magic, you should give in." An Luo shouted confidently, then rushed over with great strides, his fist had accumulated enough strength.

"Boy, don't draw conclusions so early." As the pope said, he suddenly divided into two and four, and more and more he appeared, with hundreds of people standing in front of An Luo like a wall of people. This is the light of light and magical light becoming a fantasy.

Seeing so many popes, An Luo suddenly felt like he didn't know how to start. Just when he was extremely anxious, hundreds of popes rushed forward, and they all smashed them down with scepters of light, everywhere in front, back, left and right, and no position could be left to attack.

Since he couldn't tell that the Pope was the Pope, An Luo could only protect the key with both hands and prepare to counterattack after taking over the Pope's real blow, because even if he had a fantasy attack, it would not cause substantial damage.

As expected, the Pope who rushed over first was not real, and they didn't feel any attack on their body. There was only one real Pope, and only one real attack was once. This made An Luo very confident, after all, it was still possible to block the next attack.

However, An Luo was wrong. These fantasies were just ways to cover up the Pope's real attack. They were not to use the scepter of light to smash it hard, but to use the scepter of light to condense the magic of light and to suddenly slash out, cutting off An Luo's arms for two days.

"An Luo, you didn't expect that the final winner was me." The pope seized this rare opportunity and slashed An Luo wildly, instantly splitting into seven or eight segments. His head and broken arms flew high, and blood was scattered.

However, at this time, An Luo's body changed, and was split into several sections of the body, sucked back by a certain force, and automatically reorganized in the air, becoming a complete person. Even every drop of blood did not fall, and even the wound could not be seen.

Not to mention that the Pope didn't believe his eyes, even An Luo felt like he was dreaming. It turned out that the fourth type of bloodline potential infinite war pattern, in addition to the stronger the battle, the body would also undergo changes, far exceeding An Luo's imagination.

"See Pope! With this fourth type of potential, you can't defeat me, so you'd better give up." An Lo stood up with his head, full of energy, aimed his fist at the Pope, with an extremely serious look as if he was sending an ultimatum.

The Pope came back from the shock just now, and after hearing this, he couldn't help but sneer: "It seems that Anluo, my six great light magics are indeed not as good as you, but don't forget that I still have taboo magic and scepter of light."


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