Chapter 389: Laugh wildly

"Good! Even though the light and dark planes are behind, there are still real men."
The red light in Zhao Shi's eyes disappeared, and he exclaimed, holding the blood lotus sword into a red light and cutting it off at Gregory III. The flesh and blood on his body burned violently like wood, and little white ash was floating in the air.
The large array that was about to be exhausted creaked and squeezed out the bits of red light to gather on his body in a way that harmed himself, and the black back was out of thin air with a sense of wind and water.
"Here, clear!"
The body of the sacred sword-holding angel is almost transparent, only the white inflammation on the big sword in his hand still burns unchanged, posing a huge threat to both the soul and the body, and it is burned.
Ding!
The red sword light that merged with the last remaining power of the large array collided with the attacks of the two, and a black robe figure was shot flying like a leaf in the wind when the aura collapsed, while the sword angel and the charging flame knight only gave a slight meal. .
The two did not pause at all, speeding up the charge, spears and swords left and right, but at the same time they blasted above Zhao Shi's sword light, and the cooperation was extremely precise and efficient to ensure that there would be no single person facing the enemy alone.
People who don't know may think that the two have been fighting together for many years, enough to trust their friends for life and death, instead of trying to kill each other's existence all the time.
Gregory III was full of murderous intent. At this moment, his fear of Zhao Shi even surpassed that of Pope Joseph. The strongest attack from the two of them just now, coupled with the auxiliary increase of that inexplicable power.
That attack was already the strongest attack he had seen in his life. Although he was confident in himself, he couldn't believe that he could take up such an attack anyway, and Joseph was the same.
And the devil in front of him can actually block such an attack, how can this not make him terrified!
This means that if the two of them alone are not likely to be his opponents in this place, he can only improve his strength freely.
This is terrible, no one wants to accept such a mortal situation.
Zhao Shi held the sword and slashed, the large areas of flesh and blood on his body burned into white dust, and he barely cleaved a blood-red sword light to block the attack of the two, his body retreated, his breath continued to drop.
These two are too strong, their plane consciousness has been assisting them, amplifying their attacks, and restoring the energy in their bodies. There is no flaw at all.
The two of Gregory III jointly attacked three moves, Zhao Shi reluctantly took the three moves, his strength burst down, and now any one of them has the ability to kill him alone.
At this moment, the cooperation between the two could not help but a little more scruples, and some gaps appeared.
Zhao Shi keenly caught this point, and no longer forcibly took the attack from the two, the red sword light suddenly broke out to the tiny loopholes in the cooperation of the two guns and swords, and the body followed over, panting, and the body holding the sword buckled. , The power has declined to the extreme.
Gregory III was not in a hurry to pursue him, frowned, and said: "With all our strength, kill him and we will fight again, how about?"
Putting most of the power into mutual defense instead of attacking, it is impossible to kill Zhao Shi at all. Once the delay is long, who knows what will happen.
"it is good!"
Pope Joseph's voice was sonorous and powerful, showing great determination.
The golden red flame light and the holy light were bright at the same time, and the speed of the two who reached a consensus suddenly increased. The angel and the flame knight were on their own sides, and at the same time they aimed at Zhao Shi's head.
Zhao Shi still wanted to delay, and a holy light cage appeared beside him, covering him inside.
The blood lotus sword slashed one after another, smashing the holy grating bar, but the attack of the two had already arrived.
"Die, your head will become my most precious collection!"
Gregory III grinned, and the fighting spirit of the army was condensed into one. The golden-red flame-burning lance in his hand and the sword-holding angel beside him slashed at Zhao Shi's neck.
"Maybe."
Zhao Shi, who had been running away in a panic, suddenly stopped and smiled coldly at him.
Gregory III felt chills and inexplicably disturbed.
Before he could make any response, Zhao Shi, who had been using his long sword to resist him, suddenly relaxed everything, turning a blind eye to all attacks on him.
"Joseph, I'll give you a big gift!"
In the sea-like murderous intent, most of Zhao Shi's body turned into white bones, flesh and blood flying in ashes, and a sharp red light pierced Gregory's head surrounded by flames.
"Die, rubbish, let me tell you the fate of working with the enemy!"
In the frantic roar, the final blow of Zhao Shi's full strength hit Gregory's head, ignoring his attack.
"help me!"
Gregory III was horrified, and he was about to withdraw the flame-riding spear that had exploded Zhao Shitou's head in a hurry, trying to block him in front of him.
But the difference is so long one after the other, where is it?
The flying sword and the flame riding lance were perfectly intertwined, and his pupils reflected the rapidly approaching red sword body.
The only thing capable of saving him now is that the sword-wielding angel who attacked at the same time as Zhao Shi blocked Zhao Shi's attack, and their next union would definitely be able to kill Zhao Shi, who had burned most of his strength, without injury.
Unfortunately, this is just a good wish.
The current result is undoubtedly the best result for Pope Joseph, let alone saving Gregory III, if Zhao Shi's dying blow cannot kill him, the final harvest will be Pope Joseph himself.
"No! I am willing to quit, willing to join hands with you! Let me go!"
The flame riding lance couldn't help, and Gregory's mental power quickly passed to the four directions, his tone full of regret.
But it's impossible. All things can't be changed at the moment this result is formed, let him go, who will let Zhao Shi go.
After letting go, how can I believe the words of Gregory III!
In the desperate eyes of Gregory III, Zhao Shi's blood lotus sword slashed away his thin golden-red flame vindictiveness, slashing into his skin, flesh, bones, and heart.
At the same time, the sacred sword-holding angel braved the holy flame of the big sword on Zhao Shi's head mercilessly.
"kill!"
Seeing that Zhao Shi's head was about to be slashed by a big sword, when Shengjie Baiyan burned his head to ashes, a flash of blood flashed in the air, showing the two figures of Ouyang on the dance floor and shaking the moon, and the twenty behind them. Four blood lotus guard puppets.
In addition, there is also a blood lotus guard puppet exuding Jin Dan level fluctuations, and the blood-red long sword in his hand is dazzling with red light, in the lowest peak state.
Under the guidance of a force of divine consciousness, the lines of the formations appeared around everyone, uniting all their strengths, and cutting a condensed red sword light at the great sword of the sacred angel, enough to threaten the late Jindan monks.
Ding!
More than 20 puppets and monks shook their bodies. They were shocked in all directions like a lightning strike and crushed stones and wood leaves. Both women vomited blood and suffered heavy injuries.
The blood lotus guard was even more miserable. Nearly half of the blood lotus guard was fractured, and all the aura was lost and completely damaged. The remaining blood lotus guard also fell on the ground like a stone, leaving only the red light like a firefly on his body. Can't move.
This level of battle is too big for them.
But their attacks also had an effect. The sword-holding angel, who consumed most of the light and holy power in his body, was far from the peak. The sword burning with the holy white flame was cut open, only one piece of Zhao Shitou's skin was cut off and burned.
"Hahaha!"
Zhao Shi, whose aura fell sharply, laughed, and the flying sword that was about to kill Gregory III paused and retracted from him.
Gregory III was left with a face of desperate ecstasy. His body was severely injured, and his strength was about the same as Zhao Shi, and even weaker than Zhao Shi.
"heresy…"
Only a step back, Pope Joseph, who has the most complete strength, frowned and looked at the two men with an ugly expression.