Chapter 437: The Malice of the Bone Sword

Several figures flew out of the Holy Flame Palace. It was not long before they came back again. Four identical women in black gauze skirts stood at the four corners holding a crystal coffin, and brought four girls by the way. flight.
The four blood lotus guards landed outside the Holy Flame Palace, put down the girls next to them, and said softly: "Everyone, please wait here until you get permission from our king.
You can also leave without being blocked. "
Baby Waterfowl is anxious: "No! I have to keep looking at Sister Angel!"
"Give it to my sister!"
The weak and weak Wei Er exclaimed, pale and haggard all over her small face.
Due to the request of the empire before, and she did not have time to participate in the battle against the Blood Sea Guild after being released, she was not liquidated after the war and stayed with her sister.
The Blood Lotus Guard ignored them and lifted the crystal coffin to fly into the Holy Flame Palace.
The three waterfowl babies wanted to come forward and chase them, but they only felt that their bodies sank and they were pressed in place like a nail and could not move.
"Give me back my sister!"
Seeing that her words did not receive a response, Wei Er's face showed a crazy look, and the fighting energy that had been lowered to the knight level gushed out, drew the sword, and stabbed behind a blood lotus guard.
"No!"
The three players of Baby Waterfowl were shocked, and they knew the strength of the blood lotus guard in the forum. If the opponent counterattacked Na Weier, they would be dead.
When the vindictive knight sword was about to touch Xuelianwei's chest, the figure of the woman in the black gauze skirt in front of Weier disappeared, and a red sword-like filament quickly enlarged in front of her eyes.
But she didn't react at all, and she was chopped with a sword, vomiting blood in her mouth, fractured both hands and hands, and fell to the ground weakly.
"...Sister... give me back..."
She stared at the crystal coffin, her eyes full of bitter hatred.
The Blood Lotus Guard, who easily smashed her into the air with one blow, said softly with a constant gentle voice: "One warning, two kills."
He turned around, disappeared, and his figure sank into the Holy Flame Palace.
Weier and the others still wanted to go in, but a fiery red ban blocked the front, blocking their eyes and path.
The four blood lotus guards flew up to the sky, placed the crystal coffin next to the steel flame throne and gave a salute to Zhao Shishen after they disappeared.
Zhao Shi did not look at the angel wings of the old acquaintance who seemed to be closing his eyes and sleeping in the crystal coffin. He still stared at the broken prismatic crystal in his hand.
After a while, he took out a gray-white sword from the storage bag. There was a straight sword mark in the center of the sword, almost splitting it in half.
The surroundings suddenly lit up, and the strong power of faith instantly covered the entire Holy Flame Palace, and the ordinary imperial palace immediately turned into a divine soil.
"Holy! My lord!"
"You were born from suicide and blood, sweeping away the decaying world!"
This gray-white stone long sword is the bone sword that was cut off by Zhao Shi.
It is also the core sacred object of the Church of the Blood God, and the carrier of the faith of hundreds of millions of believers in the mainland. Even the true God of Blood may be born on this long sword in the future.
In Zhao Shi's sense of consciousness, this is no longer a long sword, but a belief in the ocean, the of blood!
The huge degree of belief in the ocean is not in the slightest below the ocean of belief in the of light, and it is even worse in terms of piety and purity.
And the once Bright Faith Ocean, under the transfer and transformation of the Girl of the Twilight, easily revealed the strength of the Yuan Ying level.
Such strength, despite the extreme danger, but the power in it makes everyone's heart fascinated.
Zhao Shi Fujian sighed softly: "Bone Sword, I hope you won't stand on my opposite side in the future."
He let go, the bone sword in his hand and the broken godhead fell at the same time.
There seems to be infinite attraction between the two, as soon as they fall, they rush to each other at the same time, one is filled with the light of dusk, and the other is covered by the power of the killing faith of gold and red.
The light of dusk gushing from the body of the broken godhead condenses the dusk spear to the oncoming bone holy sword. The two different powers of faith repel each other, like enemies of life and death, endless endlessly.
Unexpectedly, occupying hundreds of times the size advantage, the white bone sword with infinite support was defeated in a row under the attack of the twilight spear, and the army was defeated.
The Bone Sword instinctively dodges and stabs, but under the attack of the dexterous and sharp twilight spear, it is as weak as a centenarian and moves slowly.
This is also a matter of course. The dusk divine power remaining in the broken godhead has been refined and restructured by a Western faith king, and has long become a higher power.
Although the two are the same power of belief, they are like iron ore and iron are similar substances, but the hardness is completely different.
But that's it, the dusk divine power remaining in the broken godhead is only that little, but the Bone Sacred Sword has hundreds of millions of people's power of faith to continuously support.
The speed of the Twilight Divine Spear is getting slower and slower, but the Bone Sacred Sword still maintains its original appearance, unchanged.
The two clashed with each other, making a ding-ding sound, and every time they touched the twilight spear, they shook, and the supernatural power of the body overflowed.
After the last hit, the Twilight Spear suddenly collapsed, turning into a little bit of aura and dissipating, revealing the broken prismatic godhead at the core.
The power of faith in the two colors of gold and red on the Bone Sacred Sword suddenly soared, swallowing the broken godhead in one bite, and the endless power of faith poured into it, destroying the divine power of dusk within it, extremely crazy.
It seems to know instinctively that what is in front of it is of great benefit to itself.
The broken gods resisted steadily, but the dusk divine power quickly disappeared under the infinite ocean of faith, leaving only the last ray of the toughest dusk divine power to persist in the confrontation.
But in the end, it was completely submerged by the ocean of faith and completely collapsed.
The power of faith of the of blood cheered and quickly occupied the broken godhead, turning this prismatic crystal into two colors of gold and red, and the power of faith penetrated into this tentacles.
At the moment when this godhead was captured, all the believers were shocked in their hearts at the same time, feeling inexplicably that they were much closer to the gods, and they understood a lot of the obscure doctrines in their minds in an instant.
What has been observed in Zhao Shi's divine consciousness is that the power of faith, which was originally as large as the ocean but scattered and chaotic, has become more orderly, with a more compact structure, and of course the power that bursts out will be stronger.
"Stop."
Zhao Shi whispered commands through the means arranged in the Bone Sword, wanting it to spit out the broken godhead wrapped in the power of faith.
Faith flooded into the broken godhead like a tide, and there was no response, but because of the meaning revealed in Zhao Shi's words, he immediately produced great malice.
The sacred sword of white bone covered with golden red holy light presses the broken godhead on the guard, like a dazzling gem.
At the moment when Zhao Shi passed it to let it give up the broken godhood, the entire sea of ​​faith was instantly angered, endless gold and red light poured into the sword body, and the sword tip was shining brightly, aiming at Zhao Shi, carrying a thick It means thick warning.
"Oh? Is there any anti-intention now?"
Zhao Shi smiled dumbly and asked faintly.
Believing in the roar of the ocean, the Bone Sword burst out with brilliant brilliance and pierced Zhao Shi's head, and the power of faith in gold and red covered the sky.
With a random stroke of Zhao Shi's left hand, a half-inch long flying sword that pierced the space appeared and disappeared instantly.
The horror cold sea of ​​blood and sword intent filled, the huge and glorious ocean of faith solidified, and suddenly collapsed.
All the brilliance of the majestic and sacred White Bone Sword disappeared, and it was smashed against the wall like a piece of scrap iron, and the wailing continued.
All the domineering and warning disappeared.