Chapter 843: Pass through

The cross sword condensed by the power of the holy spirit was smashed into pieces and turned into a flood of light and rain. Good was shocked all over, and his body was numb. This surprised him. He couldn't help but roar. More power of the Holy Spirit burst out, turning into a giant hammer, and banging towards Zongyuan twice.
Zong Yuan snorted coldly: "Idiot! Do you want to compare strength with me?" After speaking, his right hand raised, and the surging divine power surging out, also condensed into a heavy hammer, and then fiercely met.
Thunder and lightning flashed around the heavy hammer, and the wind screamed, and its momentum was like nine days of thunder and thunder, thousands of miles of rivers flowing backwards, earth-shattering and shocking. When the heavy hammer hits the air, the air is compressed at high speed, forming a terrifying shock wave. The tip of the shock wave is purple lightning, which is infinitely powerful.
The two hammers collided and a huge explosion sounded again. Many people in the audience covered their ears because the sound was really terrifying. In the center of the explosion, phosgene was permeated, making it difficult to see what was going on inside. When the sound ceases and the light disappears, everyone will see the result. At this time, Zong Yuan stood in the center with no expression, while Goode was lying on the ground embarrassed, his right arm had been shattered, his body was extremely sore, and he lost his combat power.
Goode's face was distorted, staring at Zongyuan fiercely. The latter didn't even look at him, and slowly walked off the high platform. This kind of ignorance made Goode angry. He couldn't help but yelled: "You Don't be arrogant, I will definitely surpass you in the future!"
"You can't do it today, and you won't do it tomorrow." Zong Yuan lazily said.
Guang Shao immediately announced the result of the game: "Zhongtu Daomen, Zhang Zongyuan won and scored two points; the Russian Orthodox Church, Gude lost, lost two points!"
As soon as the verdict was announced, the audience immediately talked about it, and they were all very optimistic about Zong Yuan.
"This son's supernatural powers are very powerful, and his body is also tyrannical, I think it is very hopeful to get the spot."
"It's not that easy. Didn't you see that the Catholics are full of confidence? The victory of this son did not affect them at all. They must have a killer, and it would be very dangerous to face them."
"As long as he is not seriously injured or killed, he is still very promising. After all, this is an integral round. Whether he can get the spot depends on the number of points in the end."
Among the crowd, several Catholic white filial piety all glanced at Zong Yuan coldly, and one of them was taller and indifferent and said: "This kid is a bit interesting. He will be our competitor. Find a way to get rid of him."
"He is not weak, not inferior to us, and he must use scrolls to get rid of him. I am really reluctant." A curly-haired boy grinned, "You remember to compensate me."
"These are small things. As long as you enter the trial ground, what are the scrolls?" the tall boy said coldly, "You will have ten scrolls, and the Pope will reward them!"
Here, Zong Yuan just returned to his seat, and Qinglian's battle began over there. Qinglian's opponent is a white knight with filial piety and tall talent. He saw the thin Qinglian with a wicked smile on his face, holding his hands and saying: "Little girl, how do you want me to teach you?"
Qinglian looked at him calmly, immediately moved her heart, and said crisply: "Kneel down!"
Her psychic power is extremely powerful, and once she uses her mind, her power is extremely powerful. There was a "boom" in the white man's filial piety. After a little struggle, he lost his self-consciousness, and he knelt on the ground with a smirk.
I was surprised to see the guests. I thought it was unbelievable. The difference between defeating each other by mental power alone would be too big, right? You should know that similar situations can only happen between those who have a huge gap in spiritual power. If one person's spiritual power is only three or five points stronger than another person's, it is absolutely impossible to achieve the step of purifying lotus. Qinglian did it, which meant that her mental power was ridiculously strong and could directly crush the real power-level mighty paladin.
"Xuanhuang Little World, Qinglian wins and gets two points; the Anglican Church, Hook loses, loses two points!" The result was announced quickly.
"Damn!" In the distance, an Anglican sub-angel hit the ground with a fist, his face gloomy and terribly gloomy. Among the seventeen participating filial pieties, there is only one Anglican Church. They actually lost the first game. How can they not be angry? But anyway, since the result has come out, they have no way to change, they can only continue to wait, hope Hook can have a good performance next.
Zhang Jun has been calmly observing the battle between Zong Yuan and Qing Lian. He was very relieved in the first few games, because he knew Zong Yuan's strength very well, and these people were not opponents at all. It wasn't until a filial piety from the Roman Catholic Church came to the stage that his expression became serious.
"Why, what's the difference between this kid?" Hei Ba 郎 felt Zhang Jun's abnormality and asked quickly.
"He has a scroll." Zhang Jun frowned.
"It's a rule that you can't use magic items, scrolls, etc. during the game."
He shook his head: "The scroll is engraved on Xiao's body with a secret method. Strictly speaking, it is not cheating."
"Shameless!" Hei Ba郎 was immediately annoyed, "Is this not cheating?"
"The magical power is also on him." Zhang Jun frowned slightly, "Zong Yuan has a little difficulty in wanting to win, but as long as he defeats this one, he will have no problem next."
"Don't worry, Zongyuan's powerful magical powers should be able to restrain the power on the scrolls." Hei Ba said, "I have studied Western scrolls. They are similar to the magical powers of Middle-earth, but they are stimulated in different ways."
The Roman Catholic white filial piety was the first to come to power. He hooked Zongyuan and said contemptuously: "Boy, come up."
He said that if Zong Yuan went up, it was like accepting his order; and if he didn't go up, it would be tantamount to conceding defeat. Zong Yuan saw the other party's intentions, he grinned and said loudly, "Your mother is a nun."
The white man froze for a moment, my mother is a nun? What does this mean? But he quickly understood that Catholic nuns are lifelong abstinence and cannot be married. How can they give birth to him if they cannot be married? Then there is only one possibility, his mother is A nun who stole a man. Wanting to understand this, he couldn't help being furious, and shouted: "I'm going to kill you!"
After successfully angering the opponent, Zong Yuan hooked his hands: "Come down!"
Where did the white filial piety care about other things? He just wanted to teach Zong Yuan severely, so he jumped off the stage directly, and shot was a deadly move. I saw a strong white light burst out all over his body, this was the power of the spiritual holy. The power of the spiritual saint condensed into a cross, which was branded down fiercely, and at the same time he shouted: "Judgement!"
Zong Yuan's face sank, he roared, his whole body brilliance surged, and he still blasted his punch. The divine power surged and blasted on the cross, bursting into flames. The cross exploded and the sky was full of glory. Immediately, there was a smirk on the white man Xiao's face, and his whole body was bright again, and he shouted: "Die to me! Superimposed attack!"
Within a hundredth of a second, he threw two punches at Zhang Jun. The strange thing is that the power of these two punches did not come out, but solidified in the air, and then merged into one and turned into a single blow. The phantom of a fist gleamed brightly and blasted towards Zong Yuan heavily.
Zong Yuan saw that when the opponent punched, the tattoo on his right arm was twisted like alive, releasing a power similar to magical powers.
"It's actually a superimposed attack, it's interesting!" He was not surprised and rejoiced, his eyes lit up, and he immediately activated his powerful magical powers.
Powerful magical powers can imitate all magical powers. The scroll power displayed by the white filial piety belongs to a kind of magical powers, which is instantly understood by Zongyuan and then issued at the same time. He yelled and said, "You also take my punch, and the attack is superimposed!"
He blasted two punches equally quickly, the shadow of the fist was immortal, superimposed into a golden fist print in the void, and then blasted forward fiercely. The two fist prints were in no particular order, and they slammed into each other, and unexpectedly issued a huge roar like a big mountain collision and a rushing river, and then annihilated in the explosion of immeasurable glory. The powerful shock wave spread out, forcing many people nearby to resist.
The plan to kill with one hit failed. The white man Xiao's face was unbelievable, and the other party had a similar scroll power! How is this possible! Naturally, he could not imagine that Zong Yuan's powerful magical powers could imitate everything and specialize in other magical powers.
Zong Yuan stared at the other party with a smile, and said, "The nun can't save you either. You'll lose today."
The white Xiao Xiao was angered again, he yelled "Oh", shot twice, and attacked Zong Yuan fiercely. The realm of the two is equal, but Zong Yuan is undoubtedly better, the opponent who won in three minutes. In the end, the white filial piety was beaten and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
"Asshole!"
In the audience, the face of the white filial piety who had been discussing the removal of Zong Yuan was all green. They did not expect that the foolproof plan would have failed. They could not accept this result.
"Really rubbish! It seems that I can only do it!" The tall white man said fiercely, "Let him taste the power of'Wrath of the Earth\'!"
During Zongyuan's winning streak, Qinglian did not disappoint. Every time she urged her heart, she could easily defeat her opponent. Even if she encounters a half-step supernatural power level opponent, her mind-playing technique is still effective, but it is not so smooth to use, and it takes about one minute in between. In about a minute, the opponent will naturally launch an attack, but Qinglian is not weak, and lack of combat experience does not mean that he cannot fight.
In this way, Zong Yuan won consecutive battles and finally faced the only remaining warrior of Shengjiao. This warrior, like Zong Yuan, has won in a row without losing. Both of them know that even if the other party loses this game, they can definitely enter the top ten and get the spot. But this does not stop the fierce battle between the two sides. Whether it is Zong Yuan or the warrior Xiao, both want to defeat each other, this situation is like an encounter of natural enemies.
"Kneel down and beg for mercy, you won't win!" The warrior filially said coldly.
Zong Yuan grinned and said, "I bet you, you will lose this game."
"What are you betting on?" The warrior asked immediately with a move in his filial piety.
"Gamble on personal freedom." Zong Yuan said with a smile, "If I lose, I will not only give up this genius conference, but also become your servant. Similarly, if you lose, you must give up the genius conference and become mine. servant."
The warrior was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at Yang Tianxuan below the stage. Obviously, as a small soldier, he can't decide such big things. But Yang Tianxuan's face looked more ugly, he stared at Zong Yuan firmly, not knowing what he was thinking.
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