Chapter 1851

"The land of China, an ancient country that has been inherited for thousands of years, is not a simple existence!"

There was a dignified look on shaqis's face.

"Yes, it is. Now our people are gathering here. When the right time comes, we will kill here immediately. At that time, absolutely no one can resist US. These people are strong in China, but their strength is certainly not as terrible as that of our holy see."

For his own strength, the Pope is quite recognized. Naturally, he knows that if his own people do it, he will not be afraid. It just needs time now. As soon as the time comes, our own people can definitely arrive.

"Are you coming?"

The Chinese strongman looked at shachis and said slowly with a strange look on his face.

"Yes, as a paladin of the Holy See, I have retired for 30 years. In these 30 years of hard work, my strength has reached a point I can't imagine. You should be careful!"

There was a touch of pride in shachis's voice, which clearly recognized his strength.

"Really? Thirty years?"

There was a strange smell in the man's mouth, which was quite strange.

"Please advise!"

Shakis whispered, his body bent and made a standard understanding of a knight.

And the Chinese people began to hold fists.

"It seems that China is not as unbearable as the records say, at least it has a certain number of rites!"

Shaqisi's heart sighed secretly, but suddenly a chill appeared quickly.

"Qiang!"

The long sword suddenly shot, and one sword broke the air. The gathered power on this sword rose to the extreme. The distorted taste on it can even make people feel that an overwhelming power is frantically huffing and puffing.

The twining energy is constantly displayed, and the sword Qi penetrates the Jiuchong sky!

"God, Lord, Almighty Lord, can this random sword reach such a degree?"

Cried the Pope, trembling in his mouth.

Yes, their strength comes from God and faith. Although they can also burst out sword spirit, the other party's sword is really terrible.

Shachis's mouth made a sad sound:

"Lord, come to your power and glory to punish this bastard. This guy, there is no Knight's respect. I'm not ready. Did you start to move?"

He has always been in the Holy See. He is diligent and respectful of the paladin's law in his heart. Although the battle is a battle, there must be certain rules, but the guy opposite just hugs his fist, but suddenly starts to fight?

"Are you a fool from the Holy See?"

All the people hiding in the dark showed a strange look.

"Fool, quite fool!"

Someone uttered a sigh.

"Our Chinese etiquette itself is boxing. This guy even began to pray. God, western people are really polite."

The voice seemed to be praising, but it had a gesture of gloating, as if it was incomparably contemptuous of shachis's behavior.

"Qiang!"

Shachis raised his sword unprepared.

But this guy's long sword is a little too thin. If shachis's long sword is an earthworm, the Chinese sword martial arts opposite is a living python.

It's not a grade at all.

"Dang!"

As the collision between the two began to occur.

Suddenly, the surrounding energy began to boil.

Terrible energy constantly collided with each other, and the terrible energy formed even lingered in the range of kilometers.

"Open and close, ten bloody battles!"

Kendo Wuxiu roared in his mouth.

The giant sword in the other party's hand is terrible. Its weight and strength are beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Its terrible strength can reach the level of a hill every time.

This move is one-of-a-kind, which contains a powerful force.

"Bang"

Finally, shachis's body was hit hard, and the long sword in his hand made a crackling sound, but it had not broken.

But at this time, he knelt down on the ground.

It was severely suppressed by the huge long sword.

"The glory of the Lord, the gift of the Lord!"

Shaqis, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly roared. A vast holy power broke out on his body. This pure holy power was so huge that it even made the world shake. Within a radius of 10000 meters, holy energy began to appear on his body.

A holy angel's virtual shadow slowly surged in the void, its wings swayed, and quickly outlined a trace.

"Boom"

The body of Kendo martial arts cultivation was suddenly hit by this terrible energy and quickly regressed.

"Damn, damn guy, you forced me to such a degree. You didn't follow the rules of the knight. You're looking for death!"

Shachis, that's an anger. This guy is really evil. He takes his hand when he prays. It's a blasphemy to the Lord.

"Law? What law?"

There was a look of surprise on Wu Xiu's face. He was innocent like a newborn baby.

"Well..."

There was a dull look on Sachs's face.

The rules of chivalry? Are there any knights in the land of China? Obviously not. Who abides by the knight's law?

Thinking of this, the hatred in shaqisi's heart seems to have become a lot weaker.

"I'm really sorry. I really don't know about this. However, in order to make amends, we Chinese people are still reasonable. Especially, it's very strict!"

Shaqi Si's face turned red, which seemed to be his own reason. It seemed to have nothing to do with the other party.

"Well... In fact, you don't need to make amends. This is a battle..."

"No, you must make amends."

Kendo Wuxiu's face showed a serious look. It was like, if you don't agree, you look down on me.

"This... This..."

At this time, shaqis really didn't know how to deal with it.

"Pa!"

A pot of wine appeared in front of Kendo Wu Xiu.

I don't know where this guy took it out, but he raised his wine in front of shachis.

"Drink during the martial arts competition?"

Sharkis is really the first time I've heard of it.

"What? You don't give face?"

Seeing that shaqis didn't drink, the other party's face immediately showed an angry look, as if he had been greatly insulted.

"Lonely coo, COO, coo..."

Wu Xiu of Kendo drank it.

Suddenly, a smell of wine quickly spread out.

"Good wine... I really want to drink."

"This is at least a hundred years of wine."

"Darling, who is this guy? He has such good wine."

"Gulu..."

Shaqisi couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of water. Even if he didn't have to drink, he could know that it was good wine.

"Come on!"

Threw the wine into shachis's hand.

"Thank you!"

Sharkis said with sincere gratitude.

This is a good wine. It has a price but no market.

"Gudong, Gudong, Gudong..."

Gulping the wine, a smell of wine quickly spread to yourself. What a good wine it is. After eating, it can even make your body feel a sign of fever.

"Thank you, I'm finished! After drinking your wine, I owe you a favor, so I'll leave you a whole body!"

Shacks threw the jug away and roared with excitement on his face.

"Drink... Finished?!"

Kendo Wuxiu's face showed a shocked and strange look, as if he had seen something incredible. Obviously, this guy was quite shocked after drinking this pot of wine.

"Yes, finished!"

Shaqisi cried seriously.

"God, I remember the identity of this guy. This guy is a ghost sword, Jiuyang ghost sword!"

"Damn it, how dare this guy drink his wine?"

"Jiuyang ghost sword, this guy's wine is a tonic, but this guy's wine is also a deadly thing. It has the energy of extreme Yang and hardness. Drinking one mouthful will make people's meridians burn like the scorching sun. It's very painful. Except for this Bian state family unique skill, it's rare for others to dare to drink one mouthful. This guy, this idiot drank a pot ？！”

All the people hiding in the dark began to show a look of "admiration". Looking at the shaqis, it was clear that he did not expect this guy to have such courage.

"Did you really finish all your drinks? Ha ha..."

Shaqisi's mouth burst into laughter, and the whole person curled up and covered his stomach, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Shatches also felt something was wrong.

But the words just fell down, and suddenly he had felt something wrong.

"Roar"

His mouth roared wildly. At this time, he had felt that the terrible energy was burning wildly towards his meridians. The burning temperature was terrible.

"I'll kill you!"

Looking at the Nine Yang ghost sword, Shaqi Si's mouth roared sadly.

The holy power in the body seemed to be free of money and began to radiate out, trying to catalyze the wine.

"Damn it, damn it... Do you think these bitter friars have got water in their heads?"

The Pope fiercely covered his head and roared in pain.

"Drink with the enemy when fighting. Damn it, is there such a good enemy?"

The Pope is going to collapse at this time