Chapter 450

"You're dead today. Don't fight fearlessly."

Chen Jie glanced at him and stepped on Michael's chest with cold eyes.

He is now a master of the fourth level of quadrupole. His body is extremely powerful, and his body seems to be burning an eternal God stove.

Let alone two western powers who have lost their faith, even if a real Western God comes, Chen Jie dares to fight him.

"Hiss!"

The paladin's eyes were bleeding, but his body was bursting with brilliant lights, and a color of determination appeared in the corner of his mouth

"The West will not give up on your body, one day you will understand that we are immortal!"

"Hiss!"

On his chest, a golden holy sword appeared. The sharp breath was so fierce that even the air was cut open and fluctuated.

"Holy light chop!"

Paladin oil lamp dry, but still try to send out the strongest attack, to cut off Chen Jie.

"Do you really think I'm joking?"

Chen Jie's eyes flashed a cool color, his right hand in the void, and a sword like crystal glass appeared in his hand.

The power of the Holy Light chop of paladin is not as powerful as that of Michael. What Chen Jie is afraid of is the holy light sword in his hand, which is the sacrifice of paladin's life.

It seems that he has guessed that Chen Jie will not let them go easily, so he chose to sacrifice with his body.

"Kill

The two rushed together. In an instant, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, and the sword Qi formed by holy light and aura bombarded each other.

This is clearly two kinds of energy, but now it is intertwined, giving off dazzling light, as if to open up a small world.

Paladins are all over the body of photolysis, the body is flowing like gold magma, and the whole body is full of cracks.

Instead of giving up, he chose the ultimate leap to drag Chen Jie to death with his last vitality.

"Hiss!"

The holy light sword in his hand, more and more solid, like a small sun, issued a dazzling light.

Chen Jie was stabbed in the left rib, and half of his body was convulsed. Shengguang sword was so terrible that it was invincible!

"Boom!"

At the same time, he hit the paladin's shoulder with his right fist, which exploded and exposed his bloody shoulder blades.

On the ground, they bombarded each other like beasts, making a dull sound like shells.

It was a terrible sound, like thunder, all the plants around were broken, and there was a terrible smell in the air.

All the creatures in the area of tens of miles were shocked and had already fled to different places. Before, the holy light around the valley was like the second sun, like a God coming to the world.

"Hiss!"

Chen Jie was stabbed on his left shoulder. His face was a little pale, and there were dazzling lights between his fingers and palms, all on the latter's chest.

It was only at this moment that he understood the problem and was filled with shock.

Although the paladin is a human body, but the body is absolutely powerful, and for close combat, has a deep attainments.

If it wasn't for Chen Jie's physical body, which is even stronger than him, and has the ability of regeneration, he would suffer a great loss.

In fact, the era of the rise of the paladins was cruel, full of blood and turmoil. It was an extremely hard time.

Even so, he still grew up, a terrible body art, fusion of many invincible forging art.

Western fighting, Siam's ancient Thai boxing, Tibetan Buddhism's Secret Art of sacrificing one's life, and even Japan's forbearance are all involved!

Chen Jie, on the other hand, is not good at this aspect. If it wasn't for the birth of Taiji diagram in his body, which makes him understand the true meaning of Taiji, it is estimated that close combat is not the opponent of the latter at all.

"Holy destruction!"

The paladin roared, and all the flowing golden light came out of his body, and his breath was withered in an instant.

A large golden net, with a radius of 20 to 30 meters, directly came to Chen Jie. The golden light was dazzling, and the light was clanging, just like a thousand swords.

"I didn't expect your life to be so hard."

Chen Jie is a bit tongue tied. If ordinary people would have died long ago, the paladin's vitality would have been too tenacious.

His chest almost collapsed completely, his eyes were dull, but his whole body was full of surging fighting spirit.

"Me! Yes! You! Die

The paladin's eyes were red, and his spirit was burning. His armor was broken, but it made people feel palpitating.

This is an unyielding will!

"The Vatican cultivates you. As expected, all of you are killing machines. If you don't achieve your goal, you will never stop..."

Chen Jie frowned and dodged the attack of the other party, thinking in his heart.

In the middle ages, with this craze, paladins once swept most of Europe. Finally, the era of cold weapons ended, and paladins gradually declined.

But this paladin is obviously an exception. He is probably one of the people who survived from that era and has real faith in his heart.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, Paladin's speed soared, his whole person was disintegrating, but the sword in his hand was more and more bright.

Chen Jie had a big cut in his back, and his whole body was shaking. The surging and unyielding fighting spirit was almost destroying his body.

His body split, in the difficult recovery, at the same time, he pulled the paladin's arm, two people on the ground like beasts, fighting.

Chen Jie's whole body is covered with blood. He and he fight each other. All the wounds on his body are split, even if there is regeneration. These wounds destroy life and are extremely difficult to recover.

"Hiss!"

Finally, Chen Jie opened his chest and cut off all his life.

At this point, the holy knight's eyes, the terrible bright god just slowly dissipated.

"Hoo..."

Chen Jie bathed in his blood, slowly stood up and said in a cold voice, "do you want to know how to die?"

Michael's body is on the verge of breaking. Under the silver cloak, the golden light seems to be twisted, showing a face of incomparable indifference.

"Chen Jie, if you kill me, the West will not let you go. There will be gods coming down to the world in Olympus. Do you think you can fight them?"

There were only three pairs of wings left behind Michael. He looked very miserable, but he still held on to his last breath.

"Ha ha, what am I afraid of when things are done, for fear of your western retaliation?"

"To tell you the truth, I'll kill you as many as you come, until one day I'm strong enough to kill you all. Then maybe you will understand how stupid you are."