Chapter 391: Win or lose

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The two kings are experienced generations, and they do not lack the courage to fight to death. They almost instinctively chose the most efficient and most tragic exchange strategy.
After all, the luck of the two is good enough, and perhaps the top human combat ability has a higher upper limit than the combat intelligence of the puppet creation.
The sword light and flames of the two men drove into the body of the angel holding the sword faster than one millisecond.
Aggressive, enough to easily cut the soul and body of the strong Jindan peak into ashes. The holy white flame sword was about to cut the two bodies in two. The sword suddenly became weak, only on the chest and waist of the two. An inch-deep wound was drawn in between.
The terrifying Baiyan burned in a straight pattern on the two of them, burning their flesh and blood and mana fighting energy, quickly reducing their vitality.
On the opposite side, the red sword light smashed the white wings of the sword-wielding angel, cut off its handsome and exquisite head, and the flame riding spear pierced its abdomen. The flame vindictiveness poured into its body, exploding its torso and chest into pieces.
"Here, blasphemer! You will suffer from the Lord..."
When the angel died, Pope Joseph vomited blood, fragments of internal organs were clearly visible, and the breath of life quickly fell like a landslide.
"Kill! Kill him!"
Zhao Shi and Gregory III were full of murderous auras, and they did not give Pope Joseph any chance to delay time, and regardless of the huge damage caused by the moment of holy white inflammation on their chest.
The two were extremely decisive, the flames of the lance and the red sword flashed at the same time, a straight hot, a sharp cold, and together they formed a cross-shaped attack and slashed on Pope Joseph.
Zhao Shi didn't want Joseph to live anymore. Together, the two of them could pose a death threat to him in the big formation.
Gregory III saw the site and strength of the Church of Light. If Pope Joseph dies, the empire can accept the faith of the Church of Light, and let the kingship completely overtake religion. If all the sky-tier powers of the two powers are brought together, Zhao Shi Siege and die.
boom!
The faint layer of golden protective shield on the seriously injured Pope Joseph couldn't stop the attacks of the two at all. It broke instantly, and the two attacks slashed on the heart at the same time.
"Holy! My lord!"
Seeing that Pope Joseph was about to be chopped into pieces by Zhao Shi and the two, the golden light was released, and his chest was torn to pieces by the flame lance, revealing a simple and old cross.
The cross cracked open at the moment when it felt the terrorist attack from the surrounding area, and the endless power of faith exploded, forming an oval-shaped sacred coffin to protect Pope Joseph.
"kill!"
The protection of the sacred coffin did not affect the killing intent that had overflowed in the hearts of the two kings, and the aura of the weapons in the hands of the roaring roar rose again.
In the sound of melting, the flame riding lance and the blood-colored sword light pierced the holy coffin at the same time. The two weapons with dim aura pierced the chest cavity of Pope Joseph at the same time, shattering his heart.
Internal organ fragmentation is not the end. The red sword qi filaments and flame fighting qi burst into his body and spread quickly to his head. Only by crushing or smashing the head can the death of a strong Jindan peak be completely declared.
If they were in their peak state, they shouldn't have been so troublesome. The moment the weapon pierced the body could completely destroy all the vitality of the body, and now the mana and fighting energy that the two can mobilize are too scarce.
boom!
Pope Joseph gave them a bitter look, his body suddenly exploded into a cloud of golden light, and the Holy Coffin, which had not been completely disintegrated, shrank, wrapping all the parts that had not been corroded by the red sword energy and flame fighting energy. Flew away quickly for a golden light.
The speed is not fast, only the speed of the average Golden Core Peak monk.
The two Zhao Shi flashed annoyance, and immediately pursued, but they had to stop after flying a certain distance.
The fighting spirit and mana in the two of them are almost exhausted, unless they plan to give up most of their bodies like Pope Joseph, otherwise it is impossible to catch up.
"No, Joseph has already injured his origin, and it is impossible to restore his strength to the level of the two of us in the future."
Zhao Shi took a break and looked at Gregory III next to him, with a gentle face and a gentle kindness.
"Haha, Zhao Shimian, this is all your credit."
Gregory III also stopped, and the tip of the flame lance was lowered slightly, indicating that he was not hostile, and his expression was gentler than Zhao Shi: "I suggest that we can form an alliance to destroy the church and divide it together..."
The flame riding spear flashed suddenly, and the giant flame horse hissed, piercing Zhao Shi's head with the scorching heat and extreme speed, his expression still gentle like a best friend.
At the same time, a red sword light that combined with the sword pierced the air sternly and slashed towards Gregory III's neck. The bloodthirsty sword intent filled all directions, always interfering with the opponent's mental power.
Ding~
The flame lance and the red sword light stepped back at the same time, revealing the figures of Zhao Shi and Gregory III.
It's just that the expressions on their faces and Xi have disappeared, becoming as cold as ice.
"kill!"
Without any extra words, the two roared and killed each other.
As Zhao Shi said, Pope Joseph has hurt the origin. Only two of them are left on the stage of this plane, and the winner will get the crown of the light and dark plane.
Drops of blood, all kinds of spiritual light, pieces of flesh and blood fell from the sky, the two men fought frantically, each not giving way to each other, fighting for life.
After fighting for a long time, the strength of the two at the beginning was at the level of the late Golden Core, and slowly dropped to the level of the middle Golden Core.
Soon, it fell to the point where the monks were able to interfere in the early stage of Jin Dan.
If anyone has a few Sky-rank subordinates nearby, he will definitely be able to win the final victory.
It is a pity that Pope Joseph and Gregory III did not bring all their Sky Tier subordinates out of consideration of secrecy and mutual defense, otherwise this battle is likely to be more difficult.
Amid the sour metal clashing sound, the intertwined red sword light and the flame lance separated again, revealing the figures of the two, both of them scarred and uglier than the minced meat in the garbage dump.
"Zhao Shimian, look forward to the day when we meet again."
Gregory III gave Zhao Shi a cold look, seeing death as home away from his killing intent, and without hesitation, he flew into the distance as a golden red flame.
The large array that was almost exhausted had no ability to stop him.
As he left, the space around him was blurred, and two figures of Chi Yaoyue and Ouyang Wu appeared, as well as more than ten blood lotus guard puppets remaining behind them.
Now they are worthy of the fighting power of Jin Dan in the early stage, and there is already a final word in the battlefield at this time.
It's just that Gregory III was extremely alert and didn't give them a chance to complete the encirclement.
"Zhao Shi!"
The two women didn't care about chasing down Gregory III, who was still strong for them, and hurriedly flew over to Zhao Shi, holding him up like a boneless body, and inputting the mana in their bodies.
"...I...nothing..."
Zhao Shi weakly comforted them, and his body rickety like a boneless skeleton softened and passed out completely.
The blood lotus sword wailed and flew back into his heart, preserving the last trace of life in his body.