As soon as his feet slipped, Jing Ge suddenly moved away. The next second, a white beam of light as thick as an arm flew over his ear and hit the wall behind, blasting a hole in the entire wall.

Jing Ge still didn't understand what it meant? At this moment, he was only two meters away from the old man. He kicked his feet and flashed in front of him, smashing his fist in the face with a whistling squeezing air.

The old man was slightly shocked, quickly pointed his staff to the ground, and his body quickly retreated. Jing Ge quickly stepped out again, catching up with the old man's figure, and with a move in his hand, the white light of the life and death sword appeared and slashed at him in half.

When the old man saw the sword of life and death that suddenly appeared, he flashed with surprise. With a move in his hand, his staff pointed at the sword of life and death. Two white lights collided with each other, making a slight sound, and both of them were knocked back quickly.

Jing Ge directly knocked a piece of chair in the church into powder, and the old man was hit into the sky. Just as he was about to hit the ceiling, a pure white light spurted out of his body, stabilized his body and stopped in the air.

Although Jing Ge knocked out a long groove on the ground, he was not injured at all. He stood up instantly, looked at him, and without hesitation, he ran away without hesitation, and disappeared instantly.

When he met someone who could fly, Jing Ge ran away without thinking.

The old man's face changed, and a white light flashed in his eyes. He pointed his staff at the door. With a loud "bang", Jing Ge was blown away directly. The clothes on the surface of his body were torn into rags, revealing dark black inner armor. He was not injured and jumped out without looking back.

As soon as he went out, Jing Ge felt that his spiritual sense could be controlled at will, and he sensed the old man flying in. Jing Ge waved his hand and more than ten purple daggers condensed and flew towards the old man.

"It's this thing!" The old man exclaimed as soon as he saw the purple air, but he was not afraid. He drew a big white circle in his hand, and waved the flying dagger, and the white circle turned into a large number of circles, knocking all the daggers out.

The collision between faith and resentment, resentment is invincible!

Why can't you? Because this is a church, the power of faith is endless, and a little resentment appears on Jing Ge.

Faith is also a way of expression of emotions, and resentment is also true. From their own perspective alone, there is no difference between size and size. Any emotion is equal. What is different is only quantity and degree.

Jing Ge instantly sensed that the dagger had dissipated and could no longer turn into purple air and recycled it. He knew that the other party's white light was powerful.

When he saw the ring sent by the old man hitting him again, Jing Ge felt that he would not be injured, but he still flashed to the side, but there were dozens of rings and he could not dodge them at all, so he had to drill into the soil and disappear.

The ring knocked dozens of holes on the ground, but did not force Jing Ge out. The old man looked a little ugly and flew out directly. The white light in his eyes flashed quickly. After only one breath, he found Jing Ge who was quickly escaping. He quickly condensed a beam of light with a half meter diameter with his staff and blasted towards Jing Ge.

At this moment, Jing Ge had already escaped below the road outside. The old man's white light bombarded the butts parked on the side of the road and turned into pieces. Then he directly bombarded Jing Ge, who was hiding underground, again.

The old man said to himself: "It won't work if this continues!" Although it's still early, there are many people coming and going, so that these people can see everything, which violates the provisions of the psychic Regulations. Moreover, this is his own territory, and any damage to anything is a loss.

"That's all!" The old man gritted his teeth, suddenly withdrew his staff, inserted the base of the staff hard to his shoulder, and blood immediately spurted out. Then the old man pulled out the staff and threw it away hard at Jing Ge, who had just been bombarded. The staff absorbed the old man's blood full of faith, and the milky white light burst out, hitting Jing Ge like a meteor. The speed was so fast that Jing Ge didn't react at all, and was directly hit by the staff.

The staff hit Jing Ge's body, which did not hurt Jing Ge, but stuck to him, instantly turning into a white vine, wrapping his body, temporarily losing his freedom.

The next second, the old man appeared next to Jing Ge and patted Jing Ge with his hand, and the two disappeared instantly.

A white light flashed, and Jing Ge was taken back to the palace where the old man had just stayed.

The old man trembled all over and a special frequency sound came out of his mouth. Several slight noises were made downstairs. After a few breaths, twenty young men wearing white soft armor rushed in and surrounded Jing Ge and the old man. With a "swish!", twenty cross swords were pulled out and straight towards Jing Ge.

The old man finally couldn't bear it and sat down, as if he had lost his strength. With a move in his hand, he wrapped Jing Ge's staff and returned to his hand, leaving Jing Ge with a dazed face standing in the middle of the crowd.

The reason why the old man was exhausted and was injured was because the old man used a staff to penetrate him just now, stimulating his staff and his potential. The old man instantly moved to the church and fought with Jing Ge again. Even if he went out to catch up with Jing Ge for two hours, it would be more than enough and would not be injured. It was just to prevent ordinary people from seeing him, but he didn't want Jing Ge to escape. He subdued Jing Ge at that moment, and then transferred back instantly was too difficult, so he had to be injured.

However, the old man didn't care at all about the injury. He pointed his staff at his wound, and a very soft light spurted out from the staff, wrapping it around the wound, and the bleeding stopped immediately. Then the wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end there was no scar left.

Even so, the consumption just now was not enough to be replenished so quickly. His face was still pale and his whole body was still weak.

However, Jing Ge has been surrounded by twenty paladins, and the entire room is shrouded in holy light. Even if Jing Ge can escape from the earth, he will not be able to escape.

Jing Ge couldn't help frowning when facing twenty people and twenty swords. He was not so confident that he ignored these twenty people. He turned his head and watched the old man heal the wound. Jing Ge did not show a surprised expression and asked lightly: "Who are you?"

"Haha, you have arrived in my territory, and you don't even know who I am?" The old man raised the staff in his hand.

Jing Ge's face changed: "You are the Pope!"

"That's right!" The old man's face froze and then shouted: "Who are you? What do you want to do when you come to my Holy See?"

Jing Ge smiled, looked at him, and said, "It seems that I have never heard of the Regulations of the psychics that the Eastern psychics are not allowed to go to the church to see Jesus! Why do you want to capture me?"

The old man also smiled and said without hesitation: "I have predicted that you will do something unfavorable to the Holy See, otherwise why would you block you immediately? Don't make any arguments! I ask you, what is the purple light you just emitted? Why is it automatically rejected by the holy light?"

"So what kind of holy light rejected us attracted this old man, the suddenly enhanced white light just now..." Jing Ge thought for a while, smiled and said, "You can still predict? You are cheating a three-year-old child!"

Jing Ge never believed in predictions. Even Jing Wuming and Qiandong, cultivators with advanced cultivation, would not predict. This old man is not an immortal, and he can understand the way of heaven. How could he predict the future?

Regarding Jing Ge's doubts, the Pope did not stop at this topic, but continued to ask: "What is the evil purple aura on you?"

"Evil?" Jing Ge felt very funny and said, "I don't know either."

"Hmph!" The pope raised his eyebrows and ordered, "Don't hurt his life!" He was injured now, so his subordinates naturally let his subordinates take action. As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped talking, closed his eyes and quickly repaired his mental power.

When Jing Ge heard this, he didn’t know what he meant? Not hurting his life means being injured at will!

When the twenty paladins heard the order, they rushed up without hesitation. Jing Ge's face changed, and the sword of life and death was quickly drawn out, avoiding the previous sword. But his moves were far inferior to those of these people. As soon as he avoided a few swords, the sword behind him stabbed up again, with a very cooperative nature, so Jing Ge had no time to turn around and resist.

Jing Ge roared, and purple air spurted out on his body, changing into thirty or forty daggers. With his spiritual sense, all the daggers were stalked at them. Although these people were surprised, their faces remained unchanged. While protecting their heads, they pushed the daggers to the side, and stabbed them at Jing Ge again.

Jing Ge's veins stretched out and swept across the rushing towards them. The white light shot out along the blade and hit them. The people in front of him groaned and suddenly his armor was broken and his body was killed. However, the people behind him were not moved at all. He held the body that had not fallen in front of him with one hand and stabbed Jing Ge through the gap.

Jing Ge couldn't dodge so he had to protect his head. The sword stabbed on his body, blocked by the inner armor, and did not enter the slightest. The muscles on his hand condensed, and the sword stabbed instantly. Jing Ge took the opportunity to wave his hand and killed several more with another sword.
Chapter completed!