Chapter 610

"Well, it's not bad compared with the one that the friars in the transformation period did not use the rules."

Zhao Shi nodded slightly, which was regarded as his strength.

This is inevitable. Based on the broken spirit of the storm and the white bone sword, the support of billions of believers, and a heavenly king who is at the top of the Xianxia game has devoted 50 years of hard work.

If he did not have the strength now, Zhao Shi would chop him to death with a sword, and he would not have the slightest affection.

Now, nature is still the same.

Zhao Shi's right hand is made into a sword finger. With a gentle stroke from the top to the bottom, the sharp awn of the Xuelian sword flashes on the fingertips of the middle and index fingers.

The heaven and earth vibrated slightly, spontaneously resonated, and expanded to 850 kilometers of blood sea. All the blood light gathered between his fingers and turned it into a bright blood Yang.

The blood Yang rises, pushes aside the space and goes straight down to the golden red sword of God.

The general trend of heaven and earth comes together to provide blessing for it.

The cold sword, which has evolved to a high-level heaven level, is intended to spread in all directions, freezing the souls of all soul creatures, and the body of the solemn and holy God must be slightly stiff.

When the golden red sword Qi that has been cut out is about to contact with the bright blood Yang, the light will be suppressed by three points.

Boom!

In addition to no poisonous radiation, the power between the two has completely exceeded the power of a million tons of nuclear explosion.

It took a long time to disappear, revealing the scene on the battlefield.

Zhao Shi stepped back three steps, and the eight winged Blood Angels in the sky remained motionless, the golden and bright holy light was still immortal, and the flapping eight bloody sword wings could cut down all things in the world.

But he was silent.

"Not bad."

In the downwind, back three steps Zhao Shi praised: "it's just that the power gap is not enough, my combat skills, the ability to control the strength is far more than you."

"This power gap is not a question of whether to defeat or not. I can kill you. Even you are not qualified to escape."

With the absolute strength of the downwind to say this, but no one has any doubt, including the eight winged blood Archangel standing in the void ahead.

He was silent for a long time and said, "I can step back and serve you for 300 years on the condition that you swear on your personal honor that after 300 years, all the prohibitions in my body must be lifted and I will be free."

He knew that although the people in front of him were ordinary people and seemed modest, the pride in their hearts exceeded all the gods.

It is not the arrogant and ignorant pride of the storm, nor the pride of one's own identity and strength, but the pride generated by constant learning, never giving up and never slack off.

Don't say it's yourself. Even if it's a real God, the real immortal is not as important as a promise in his heart.

As long as his path is not in danger of survival, he will not break his promise under normal circumstances.

"Let me see your best shot."

Zhao Shi doesn't answer, just light way.

The gods in front of us are so stupid that they only want to have a god body with the power to transform the gods and a well functioning church after only 300 years of service, or the one with infinite potential.

This idea is very beautiful, if there is strength and wisdom support, it would be better.

If not, it's a joke.

The value of more than one hundred years' labor of the celestial king and his forces is far beyond the imagination of his superficial eyelids, which he can't afford.

Because even himself belongs to Zhao Shi.

Eight wings blood Angel immediately understand his meaning, no more words, white bone sword in front of the body, singing aloud.

"I was born out of blood, and I have the power of blood and killing!"

"Clean up the decadent and build a new heaven on earth!"

"The sword of blood, cut all the enemies in the world that block the way!"

All the light and the power of faith are gathered to the white bone sword in the hands of the eight winged blood angel, and the virtual image of hundreds of millions of living beings praying devoutly rises and falls.

Slowly, a wave of crimson waves spread in all directions, bringing blood and endless scarlet swords.

Within a thousand miles, there are only scarlet swords, and everything else has disappeared.

Blood Sword rules!

The seed of the rules that the God of blood holds is the root of all obstacles in his ideal path.

The golden and red sword condensed by the holy light converged into a light and stabbed Zhao Shi's forehead.

All faith, all loyalty, all the power of the rules are integrated into it, with a killing intention, never die, no longer want to leave the idea of hand seal.

There is no retreat for him and his companions!

On the ideal road, any can be abandoned, any obstruction must be killed, regardless of any reason!

This is enough to kill the gods. Any God converting friar must step back to avoid it, or his life will be in danger.The light of the golden red sword easily tore open Zhao Shi's 850km huge sea of blood. The sea of blood broke in front of it. The air was general, and there was no obstacle.

Oh!

The blood lotus sword swallows the power of the sea of blood and turns it into the blood moon in the sky and cuts it down to it. With the strong sense of the sword of blood sea, the world trend supports it spontaneously, and its power reaches the level of the monk Huashen.

Ding ～

the blood lotus sword was instantly bounced off, the body surface aura collapsed, dim, and severely damaged.

The other side does not have any ability to suppress and prohibit Dharma. It is only faster and sharper to kill the enemies in the world with strength!

The speed of the holy sword that defeated the blood lotus sword did not decrease at all. Instead, he burned his gold red belief and cut him to Zhao Shi. The speed doubled again, reaching the highest level allowed in this world. The divine consciousness of monk Yuanying no longer has the qualification to observe.

Zhao Shi's thin shield was broken in an instant, and his skin and flesh were stabbed by the blade to smash his brain.

Although he could observe the track of the golden red sword, he couldn't stop it at all and could not form an effective resistance at all!

"Stop."

Zhao Shi breathed out softly, closed his eyes to feel the fighting data of the Blood Sword rules, and silently deduced and perfected his own blood sea sword.

The body of the white bone holy sword suddenly stopped, as if it had been nailed to its original place by God.

A drop of blood mixed with strong sword Spirit fell from Zhao Shi's pierced eyebrow, and eroded a deep pit several kilometers in size on the ground.

"No!"

The eight winged blood angel's face turned red, and his whole body struggled violently. Even under the conflict of the power of sharp faith, his skin even cracked, which was extremely terrifying.

There was no use for it. The white bone sword, which was about to shatter Zhao Shi's brain, did not even show any sign of moving. The two became extremely intimate in an instant.

For a long time, the indifference and ruthless will formed by all living beings in the eyes of the eight winged blood angel disappeared and turned into Karina's indignation and murderous eyes.

Zhao Shi took Ouyang dance to the blood lotus palace, leaving only his back to the blood Angel: "from now on, you need to stay by my side and kill the gods for me until I allow you to leave, understand?"

"Don't think about it!"

Karina's eyes were red with blood: "even if we die, we will not..."

Zhao Shi turns around, and the sense of senhan sword in the sky level high-level Blood Sea radiates. The scene of countless world destruction can be clearly seen in the nearby corpse mountains and blood sea.

Karina's heart was cold, the words that had already been exported stopped.

She remembered that the people in front of her were never threatened, never taboo to kill!

If she wants to die, if they want to die, he will definitely give them the death they want immediately according to their own will!

And, even if they were dead, couldn't he find a second-class substitute to control the white bone sword?

Eight wings blood Angel humiliated speechless, white bone Saint sword return scabbard, kneel on one knee, eight blood color sword wings scattered on both sides of the body.

"Your command is the direction of all blood angels."

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