"Since you are stubborn, I will scrap you a sword and say it!"

In the flames of the sky, hundreds of thousands of meters of squares were wrapped in the flames of the Great Light and Bright Circles. With the depression of the Great Light and Bright Circles, the layers of hurricanes suddenly collapsed, and even the space was constantly distorted.涟漪.

In the position of the top of Fang Xingjian, the pressure is even more huge and unparalleled. Fang Xingjian seems to have suddenly reflected it, pulling out the sword, and a sword is pumping the big light in the sky.

However, the big light and the Ming Dynasty’s collision seemed too fierce. Fang Jian’s spurred sword was annihilated like a candle. In the self-confident eyes of the Holy Fire, the light curtain was overwhelmed over the capital. Among them.

At the top of the head is the endless city of flames. At the foot is the mask of the mask that covers the whole city. Once on, the square star sword and the sword of the sacred swords are squeezed together. It is like the whole world is turned into a large grinding disc. Repression, a flame and brilliance entangled, so that Fang Xingjian looks as hard as a bug in amber.

At this moment, the sum of the powers of the Great Light and the Capital and the Capital of the City has indeed surpassed the power of Fang Xingjian and Zhu Xianjian.

Hard-to-hard confrontation, Fang Xingjian is no longer an opponent.

After all, it is the sacred fire that teaches countless years of heaven and earth treasures. Countless years of searching the desert, countless years of accumulation of faith, the power contained therein is completely difficult to calculate, even if the current Holy Fire Pope has not yet fully played out.

‘In the face of this power, the sky will collapse and the earth will tear. Even Alexander, even the kings of the Holy See, would like to defeat me here. ’

With absolute self-confidence, the Pope's footsteps emptied into the void and slowly came to the face of the suppressed Fang Xingjian. Looking at the other side's struggle but difficult to move, the Holy Fire Pope shook his head and smiled: "Fang Xingjian, you know, don't know, What you look like now looks like a mouse caught in a trap. It’s really ugly."

With the action of Fang Xingjian, the people in the city who were present also cheered together.

"burn him!"

"Let this pagan always regret today!"

"Long live the holy fire!"

Looking at the cheers of everyone around, the people of the Imperial Intelligence Squad were looking gloomy.

Among them, the new girl’s face is unbearable, and she said in the flow of information: “Captain... can you find a way to save Fang Xingjian...”

The captain shook his head and sighed: "What to save? Here is the base camp of the sand country. You also saw that Fang Xingjian even killed a king of the sand, but there was no resistance in front of the Pope."

This is the power of the five-level god, and it is also the sufficiency of the sand country to stand on the mainland and to fight against our empire. We are no different to dust for him.

The only thing we can do now is to look at each other and watch every process of Fang Xingjian’s death. This information is firmly recorded. This is the only thing we can do. ”

Everyone has no choice but to bow their heads. Although they deplore Fang Xingjian’s fall here, they all know that the captain is right. What they can do at the moment is to record this information.

The Holy Fire Pope watched Fang Xingjian continue: "How? Still struggling? If you don't give up, then I will not continue to be so polite."

"Struggling?" Fang Xingjian, who was squeezed by the array of shields on the ground in the sky, suddenly looked at the Pope. His expression was indifferent, as if the person being suppressed was not him.

"I am just curious, do you really have the illusion of suppressing me now?"

"illusion?"

The Holy Fire Pope’s expression stayed, and then only felt a flower in front of him. Where is the square star sword being suppressed, the five princes were crushed by two giant forces, and now it has been turned into a little bit of light, leaving only the last little shadow. Will soon dissipate.

The five emperors in the illusion are full of anger, despair, remorse, staring at the Holy Fire in front of the Pope, and seem to say why you killed me.

But in the end it was still crushed into a spot of light that completely dissipated in the air.

The prince of the Crick royal family, who possesses the world's first boxing talent, and the innate secrets of countless secrets are completely dead.

The Holy Fire Pope saw this scene but was furious: "What have you done!"

"What did I do?" A voice came gently from the sacred priest's ear: "Are you sure you didn't do anything?"

The Holy Fire Pope turned his head and saw that Fang Xingjian did not know when he had leaned on his side. He screamed and punched a punch. With the meteor flame, the figure of Fang Xingjian disappeared instantly.

"illusion!"

"It's all illusion!"

"illusion!"

In the capital, Fang Xingjian, wearing a white robe riding a camel, raised his head and looked at the Pope: "Are you sure?"

Humph!

The Pope raised his hands, and the great light trembled with great earthquakes. Countless firepower condensed, accompanied by a vortex of flames. In the center of the flame vortex, a black giant egg slowly descended. At a glance, you can feel the horrible destructive power contained in it.

It is the sacred martial art of the Holy Fire, the creation of the egg, is the simulation, calculation before the opening of the earth, the arrogance of the infinite firepower has long been the martial arts.

Among the capitals, warriors, merchants, slaves, and maids raised their heads. They all showed the face of Fang Xingjian. They said in the voice of Fang Xingjian: "Are you sure that I am this time?"

The Pope's Pope slammed his eyes, and the martial arts would sweep wildly, but he could not perceive the slightest change between the countless Fangxing swords.

Even more and more people in the capital raised their heads, all of them are Fangxingjian. All the people in the whole city seem to have become the appearance of Fangxingjian at this moment. They look at the Pope, revealing an inexplicable smile. Seeing that the Pope has a creepy hair.

Then all Fangxing’s family said, “Do you really want to kill me?”

The palm of the Pope's hand trembled, and the egg of the creation in the sky was like the weight of Mount Tai at the moment, but it could not fall.

At the moment, the will of Fang Xingjian, when he first released the swords of hundreds of thousands of swords against the Pope, his body has been followed by the hundreds of millions of swords in order to enshrine in the heavens and the earth with countless rays of light. His body seems to They are all composed of countless photons scattered in a space of 100,000 meters.

He seems to have become a wave, and it seems to be a particle again, which is a higher state than the previous chasing light.

When he exists in this state, he immediately feels the difference in the world...

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