Chapter 388: Fight to death

"Zhao Shi!"
"President!"
The battle in the soul space is unknown. In the eyes of the outsiders, the flames formed the charge of the host, and the three sacred sword-holding angels lived on the flanks to swear holy white flames.
The group of flying swords that were blocking them fell like birds that had lost their lives, the sword lotus slumped quickly, unable to even stop the two from attacking.
Between the few breaths of the angel and the flames, they plunged into the lotus core of the Scarlet Sword Lotus. Zhao Shi, who was in the lotus core, was as weak as a lamb who was just born. He could only gather the last hundreds of flying swords to struggle. withstand.
But the power that this last struggle exploded was less than the 50% of the peak state, how could it resist the power that the opponent is in the peak state and far beyond with the blessing of plane consciousness?
"go!"
When Sun Yue and the others exclaimed, their faces were decisive, and they immediately turned around to prepare the guild to disperse as much as possible to preserve the vitality as much as possible, and wait for future revenge.
The red sword light is weak, the flame army and the sacred sword-holding angel are majestic and holy, comparing the two like a praying man's arm and a carriage.
Seeing that the red sword light was about to break under the attack of the two, when it turned into dust, the flames of the host suddenly stopped. The majestic flame knight Gregory III headed by the face showed intense pain and his body twitched and trembled.
The scorching anger in his body suddenly became disorganized, and he followed behind him and charged, the body of the flame army who died of death vaguely fluctuated, and most of the knights made of gold and red flames exploded like a bomb.
Not only him, but the bodies of the three invincible sacred sword-holding angels looked like chaos. Immediately, two sword-holding angels turned into two scorching light bullets and burst, and the beautiful and flawless face of the remaining sword-holding angel began to change. Vague, the breath goes up and down.
And at the moment when they collapsed and there was chaos, the sword that condensed Zhao Shi's last remaining strength and merged all his flesh and blood bones has come to them, and cut it at the two at the same time.
"Joseph!"
The strong death signal stimulated the soul of Gregory III, which made him wake up instantly, stabilize the fighting spirit in his body and the remaining flames behind him, and stop the self-detonation.
His extremely pale face roared ferociously, bursting out all the power of himself and the knight behind him, his body almost turned into golden red light, and together they formed a large flame spear against the red long sword in the sky!
Pope Joseph woke up a bit earlier than him. Under the horrific threat of the red sword in the sky, he did not dare to think carefully. The vague sword-holding angel became solid under his full control, holding both hands. The sword, the holy white flame burned.
"Purification!"
The angel’s beautiful and flawless golden eyes revealed a ruthless color, all his power gathered at the holy white long sword in his hand, and his body became dim, but the white flame on the holy sword had been condensed to the extreme, cutting the red in the sky. Above the long sword.
Spiritual energy surges from the surrounding world, and the plane consciousness is crazy to provide blessings for the attack of the two of them. The hatred of sentient beings for the invaders is almost out of the bone.
The red long sword that condensed all the souls and flesh and blood of Zhao Shi and the attacks of the two silently fought together. The killing red in the sky, the holy white, and the hot golden red twisted like a ribbon.
The terrifying black traces of energy annihilation appeared one after another like ripples.
boom!
Between the breaths, a black flower of energy annihilation burst out from the center of the three fighting, and the tightly wound three people exploded and flew in three directions like lifeless stones.
"puff!"
The broken, dim red long sword fell towards the sky along a downward parabola.
There are dense gaps in the blade, and some gaps even go deep into the middle of the blade, with holy white inflammation on the gap, almost splitting the blade in two.
The red long sword was about to land, ten meters behind the ground, and it stopped with difficulty. The red aura around the sword was blurred, revealing Zhao Shi's embarrassed figure.
There were more than a hundred flying swords in the surrounding area, including eight magic weapon-class flying swords that fell like pieces of trash iron, and they made clanging sounds when they fell on the ground.
The sword is severely damaged, and so are people.
Zhao Shi's face was extremely pale, his clothes on top and bottom were tattered, and dense wounds appeared. Blood and foreign energy flowed out along his wounds, quickly staining his whole body red.
The most serious wound was on the left arm. Most of the left arm was cut open by the great sword in the hands of the holy sword-holding angel, leaving only a layer of flesh to hang the arm on the shoulder.
Even if the opponent's attack has been mostly interrupted by the blood sea sword intent, this kind of attack launched in coordination with the plane consciousness is not something that can be easily received.
"Truce, how?"
Since entering the game, Zhao Shi, who has been driving 100% painful, ignored the wound on his body, and took the only blood lotus sword remaining beside him with his right arm. The killing intent was surging, overflowing in his eyes, forming a red light like blood.
Opposite him, Gregory III and Pope Joseph were not much better.
Two powerful men who are stronger than Zhao Shi joined forces to attack, coupled with the auxiliary attack of plane consciousness, this kind of terrifying combination is fully qualified to take a random blow from the cultivator Nascent Soul.
If it weren’t for their shortcomings in mental attacks, Zhao Shi caught the opportunity to severely damage his soul source, deeply interrupted the combined terrorist attack of the two, and pulled them to fight at the same level as himself, Zhao Shi would definitely There is no chance of survival.
"Here, the lord's shepherd dog is never afraid of death, you never want to escape."
Pope Joseph's face was pale, his aura fell to the extreme, the figure of the sacred sword-holding angel in front of him almost turned transparent, and there were countless scars like red filaments on his body, bit by bit of terrifying killing sword intent.
On the other side, Gregory, who is the role of a meat shield, is a bit more miserable. There is a bowl-sized wound on his right chest. The crimson sword energy is crazily destroyed in it. It must be constantly consumed by the body's fighting energy to suppress it, otherwise it will be instantly It will turn his body into an exploding blood cell.
"well."
After Pope Joseph refused, the blood in Zhao Shi's eyes became extremely cold, and he turned his gaze to Gregory III, his crazy killing intent almost condensed into substance.
Both of them looked firmly at Gregory III at the same time, full of immortality, which made Gregory III's heart feel a little chill.
If he wants to retreat at this time, or is unwilling to contribute, the fight should be able to stop.
After all, even if Pope Joseph is crazy, he can't fight Zhao Shi alone with a deadly chance of falling, let him pick up the bargain next to him.
"Can temporarily..."
Gregory III pondered for a long time, and finally decided to give up his plan to kill Zhao Shi now. He is a secular emperor, not a religious lunatic like Pope Joseph, and he can do nothing to kill the enemy.
At this time, a warm golden light descended from the sky and fell on Gregory III, slightly recovering his injury.
Especially the red sword energy in his chest that constantly destroyed his body gathered a large amount of holy light, greatly attenuated their power, and liberated a large amount of fighting energy in Gregory III.
The low singing voice of Pope Joseph ceased, and the body of the holy sword-holding angel beside him became more blurred.
"kill!"
Gregory III no longer said much, and snorted softly, instigating the giant flame horses under his command and the dozen flame knights remaining behind him to gallop, a tragic breath filled the square, and also included the nearby Pope Joseph.
Perhaps the future name of the Plane of Light and Darkness can be decided today.