V4.Chapter 320

The most gorgeous light with the most pure darkness spread in consciousness.

The brilliance in angel's pupil passes quickly and becomes more and more dim. However, the sword light named despair heart keeps rising in her sight. Her spiritual realm and sword light are integrated and completely stabilized in the transcendental realm.

Countless pictures are constantly moving.

Life is creeping through angel's body.

The Pope's body began to tremble visibly.

The colorful sword light with countless pictures appeared in his consciousness without any sign, and the scenes began to flash quickly, like a dream.

Someone is blowing a gale in the oppressive deep sea.

Someone gathered rain in the dry desert.

Someone flipped a fire in the ice and snow and evaporated the glacier.

Thunder rises between day and night, and lowers the power of heaven.

Some people go up to the clouds.

In the brightly lit City, thousands of people bow down.

In the eyes of the whole world, someone took the sword.

There was something someone was saying to him in front of the huge stone full of names.

Like the thunder of the tide, he looked at the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun down, quiet free and easy husband and wife are walking away.

In the ice and snow attic, the girl is practicing one action after another. The serious woman corrects her every expression very harshly.

Smile, hands up, walking pace, waist swing.

The golden dog appeared in the solemn and quiet airport, and the heaven and earth broke into a fist and fell down suddenly.

He went into the spacious and solemn conference room, stood up at the same time of the giants at the peak of power, waved his hand at will, and sat down directly opposite the throne.

Grand parade, the most elite army look fanatical shouting invincible.

One after another in the dark world of invincible master embarrassed bent.

He appeared in one picture after another.

A solemn meeting, a warm banquet, a fierce battle.

Bustling, desolate, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, and numerous cities in the world, he naturally walked by, and everything was under his feet.

The sword Qi with colorful light shines on the night sky.

After the sword light, the world is vast.

There was heavy snow in front of the Pope.

Wind and snow chaos, countless blood spilled down.

Thousands of pictures burst out at almost the same time, almost shattering all his consciousness.

Colorful sword light whistling in the wind and snow, fierce soldiers at all costs of fire, clear sword light with a very decisive killing opportunity stabbed in the past, in the bustling city, the highest place, a beautiful woman dressed in red lightly jump.

It's like infinite reincarnation, and it's like the sword spirit bursting out in the extreme is full of the sky. The colorful sword light burns everything and makes no progress in the starry sky.

Black wave swept to the sky, carved with glory of the boulders broken, the shadow of the weak fall into the deep sea, the perfect figure fell in the air.

Flowers withered, trees smashed, water turbidity, good hall all collapse of the other end of the barren mountain, a warm palm holding the boy, through the snow, his figure natural and unrestrained, but some lonely voice.

"Grandfather Lin, I want revenge."

"Where is the hatred? From today on, it's all over. What they owe you, they pay it back. "

"Ah, ah

The Pope held his head with both hands and roared. Two blood lines shot out of his eyes. His face was twisted and pale. Countless pictures still appeared in his consciousness, thousands, tens of millions.

In his mind, there are cherry blossoms in the North Island, young robbers and angel.

Countless people's lives, countless people's endings flood into the mind like tides, and eventually become a flame, burning his will, faith, and even soul.

The life in angel's eyes is fading.

The Pope tried to raise his hand.

"Poof!"

In front of angel, arisis held a slender sword and pierced angel's chest.

Angel's life began to break under this sword.

There is no future.

This is real despair.

She closed her eyes, all the will began to burn up unprecedented, as if to destroy everything.

A mouthful of blood came straight out of the Pope's mouth.

His breath quickly weakened, and even the raised palm began to shake violently.

He gasped hard, quick and hoarse: "purify, purify this heresy!"

......

Wind and rain are like knives.

Outside the church, there is a hellish Torah.

The robber's figure was straight ahead in the air.

One shadow after another began to gather around him.

He is walking, so is the shadow.

Cold and cruel to the extreme of killing, like a raging tide boiling.

There are countless people in the order of the Knights.

The robbery is on the move.

The shadow is moving.

The perfect copy of the shadow of all the actions is a machine specially designed for killing and survival. The wind and rain revolve around the shadow like a blade.

The fire went out.

The thunder disappeared.

The thick ice wall turned to powder in a flash.

The blood flowed down.

The corpses and meat kept splashing.

Rob's face is expressionless. It seems that he has never been so serious in his life, killing and focusing.

In front of him, everyone is a mole ant and an opponent.

Freezing ice, burning fire, thunder, thunder peak, even half step invincible.

We should try our best to deal with every opponent.

a blow.

There was only one blow, no matter who was standing in front of him, it turned into splashing flesh and blood.

It's quiet, but it's indomitable!

More and more paladins gather, but less and less attack.

The paladins began to retreat.

And the figure of Murray finally came from the corner of the church.

Before today, he never thought that he would be afraid of anyone. As a master who is close to the peak and invincible, he will not be afraid of any battle in any situation. After all, even if he is not an opponent, he can leave the battlefield calmly.

But at this moment, in the face of robbery, although he didn't want to admit it, he had to face up to his inner fear.

This kind of fear is so strong that it makes every step of him very difficult.

This is the last opponent that melade wants to face.

This kind of robbery

In front of him, it's not a fight at all.

It's a gamble.

Your majesty asked him to hold each other.

But it won't hold.

No one can stop the robbery in this state.

Such a battle is a real moment of life and death.

A bang.

In the front of the church, something seems to be breaking.

A very weak but very sharp voice sounded.

That's angel's voice.

"You're all going to be buried with me!"

In the middle of the sky, the robber suddenly raised his head.

The shadows around him looked up at the same time.

A large area of wind and rain in the air slightly stagnated.

Sharp enough to tear the night sky suddenly burst out.

The robber held out his hand, and the shadow beside him at the same time.

Hovering in front of him, the wind and rain condensed into a place at the moment of his hand, which was pushed by him and turned into a hazy arc of light.

The water is rippling.

Next second, blood is in full bloom.

Murray suddenly clenched his teeth, his body with countless shadows rushed up into the air, like a flash of lightning, towards the robbery.

Seems to become very fast and become very slow moment, rob a look at him.

His eyes are very calm, no emotion, no life and death.

His palms stand up.

The shadows dissipated.

Suddenly, a sharp sword sound filled with killing and cutting sounded between heaven and earth.

Take the vast world as the sheath.

Take the wind and rain as the sword.

Without any evasion, rob stares at mullaide, drops his arm and cuts it with a sword.