Chapter 713： Jin Yaozhen killed the sword...10%!

There is an extinct volcano in the snow-capped mountains. Under the surging force of the formation, the magma continuously gushes out and condenses into a giant lava dragon under the control of Wang Teng.

In an instant, a nine-headed lava dragon appeared in the sky, hovering over the sky and swooping down.

The roar is loud and terrifying!

The people of the Shinrikyo cult in the surroundings were shocked and fled to the distance, leaving their Pope under the attack of the nine-headed lava dragon.

And this lava dragon was also heading towards the Pope of Truth. At this time, they were wrapped in the scorching heat and rumbling down.

"..."

The Pope of the Church of Truth turned dark. He didn't expect Wang Teng to be so reckless, he said he would do it.

And one shot is still such a powerful attack.

Let him experience it in person, MMP I just want to see it in person because it hurts in idle time.

The Pope of Truth wanted to scold his mother.

The dark-hearted group of the guys in front of him clearly wanted to kill him, but they said to experience it for themselves.

It sounds good, and the thief is ruthless!

But the nine-headed lava dragon is a living creature without thinking, no matter how hard the Pope of Truth is, what should fall is still to fall.

In just a few breaths, the nine-headed lava dragon was no more than tens of meters away from the Pope of Truth. The huge body appeared above his head. The body condensed by lava exuded hot heat all the time, with the breath Jin swept out.

The crimson body was reflected in the eyes of the Pope of Truth, his pupils faintly contracted.

It has to be said that even the 13-star warrior of the top warrior dare not underestimate this offensive.

The Pope of Truth raised the sword in his hand, and the force in his body was full of surging waves, forming a huge golden barrier in front of him.

Boom!

The nine-headed lava dragon finally descended, slamming against the golden barrier, making a terrifying loud noise.

The golden barrier trembled violently, and fell into a stalemate with the lava dragon!

"Block... blocked??!"

The people of the truth sect were shocked, looking towards the collision between the two sides.

Zhou Xuanwu and the others couldn't help frowning, couldn't even the formation method defeat the Pope of Truth? Is his strength really strong to this point?

Click!

However, at this moment, a clear cracking sound suddenly came out.

Everyone was shocked.

Then I heard a burst of "Ka~Ka~Ka..." voices continued to be heard, everyone followed the sound and saw that cracks suddenly appeared on the golden barrier.

Bang!

The crowd just showed horror, the golden barrier could no longer be supported, and it burst open.

The nine-headed lava dragon turned into billowing hot lava, scouring down, completely submerging the Pope of Truth.

"This……"

The truth sect person suddenly lost his voice, his face turned pale, and despair appeared again.

If even the Pope is defeated, what hope is there for them.

The martial artists of the three major legions around saw this scene, although they were shocked, but they reacted immediately.

"kill!"

"Exterminate all cultists!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded, and all the warriors launched a charge.

The so-called momentum is one ebb and flow.

At this moment, the strength of the Shinrikyo warriors was low, and the warriors of the three major legions naturally rose sharply, and they all had the upper hand.

Ten bishops of Shinrikyo are all warlord-level existences, with strength ranging from 10 stars to 12 stars.

They bear the brunt of the attacks from the three major legions.

The deputy commanders of the three major legions are also strong at the general level, especially the two deputy commanders of the Xuanwu Legion, whose strength is only below Zhou Xuanwu, reaching the rank of 12-star generals, and they are extremely powerful.

Each of these commander-level powerhouses possesses a powerful destructive power, and their battle areas are dispersed separately to avoid affecting each other.

The warlord-level powerhouses turned into original force light groups, constantly colliding in the sky, and the condensed artistic conception raged in the sky. Some people used their fists, others used their palms, and more were the meaning of swords. In their realm, it is not difficult to master the artistic conception. It is nothing more than mastering the difference between strength and weakness.

boom!

There was a sudden explosion.

An 11-star warlord-level powerhouse of the Shinrikyo sect was beheaded, and the person who shot was a general-level powerhouse of the Xuanwu Legion. He slashed the head of the Jinri-sect powerhouse, and the blood splashed into the air.

One by one, attribute bubbles fell from the body of the strong truth sect, and fell to the ground with his body.

At this time, Wang Teng's attention was focused on the magma in front of him, and he didn't pay attention to the situation there. Fortunately, these bubbles would not disappear in a short time, and it would be the same if they were picked up later.

With the fall of the first warrior-level powerhouse of Shinrikyo, the morale of Shinrikyo warriors was hit again.

The bishops of truth cults looked ugly one by one, and they couldn't help feeling fear in their hearts.

The warlord-level powerhouses are also humans, and they will die as well, and if this continues, they will also follow in their footsteps.

...

Boom!

At this moment, there was a loud noise from the pool formed by molten lava in the sky, and countless magma was exploded and splashed all around.

A figure rushed out from it.

The Pope of Truth!

He is not dead!

Everyone was taken aback.

"I'm not dead!" Zhou Xuanwu's pupils shrank, and he said condensedly.

Wang Teng’s face is not overly surprised He has already seen the situation in the molten slurry through [Essence Pupil]. Although the breath of the Pope of Truth is a bit unstable, his life The breath is still tenacious, obviously not so easy to die.

"The Pope!"

"The Pope!"

The truth sect warriors were overjoyed and shouted.

The Pope of the Truth did not pay attention to the cheers of the truth cult fighters. At this time, his face was blue, his clothes were torn, and there were many burn marks on his body, which made him extremely embarrassed.

He looked at Wang Teng with cold eyes, and said: "It's really amazing. It has made me suffer again and again. It has been a long time since I saw a young man with great potential like you."

"Your compliment, I will accept it unceremoniously!" Wang Teng said shamelessly.

"..." The Pope of Truth choked, and said coldly: "I won't be arguing with you. You can drive me to this level. You are proud enough, but if you think that you can kill me, that's too much. Naive."

"Then you can taste this again." Wang Teng smiled indifferently, waved his hand, countless molten lava rushed out of the ground again.

Wow!

Surge like a tide, all the molten smelt turned into a long river of training, swept toward the Pope of Truth.

"Humph!"

The Pope of Truth snorted coldly and raised his sword high.

A horrible sword intent hit the sky.

The golden light was so dazzling, everyone who looked at the light seemed to be hurt by a sharp meaning, they felt their eyes sting, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

Even some warriors with weak strength had blood and tears in their eyes, and two big eyeballs were injured.

The warriors all around immediately avoided their eyes, not daring to look directly.

A sharp golden sword burst out of the eyes of the Pope of Truth, piercing directly at Wang Teng.

Jin Yaozhen killed the sword... ten percent!

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