"I'm just a passerby. Because I was lucky enough to witness your grace at Tianyun Shrine in Japan, I know a little about your affairs. Why, do you want to kill people and silence them?" Shi Zhong looked at Ritter with a smile, completely ignoring Ritter.
The murderous intention suddenly rose in his body. [*You]
"It's not impossible!" Ritter stared at Shi Zhong closely, as if he wanted to judge the authenticity of what he said from the changes in his expression.
Shi Zhong did not speak. Sema took the initiative to block in front of Shi Zhong. The deacon of the Holy See was good at holy power attacks. But according to the boss's wishes, this man actually betrayed God and his own faith. So obviously he couldn't
Then I asked for God’s blessing and let the holy power be added to me.
"Rite, don't act rashly!" Prajna Wheel King shouted in a low voice. He had two taboos about Shi Zhong. One was his Buddhist golden body, which was the supreme magical power of Buddhism and invincible. But he didn't know how far he had cultivated;
The other one is his water power. Although this is not a river or a seaside, judging from the attack power at the beach last time, his water power is extremely accomplished and should not be underestimated. In fact, there is another one, which is the fear of stone bells.
Both the jade and the stone were destroyed, and in the end, even the golden body method was not available.
"Haha, Wheel King, if you don't show him how powerful he is, how can he be honest!" Ritter said with a smile, but his eyes became colder and colder.
"A self-righteous guy, do you think that if you can defeat Yuanye with the sword in the stone, you will be invincible?" Shi Zhong said disdainfully.
Ritter's face changed slightly and he hummed: "You will regret your words. God will never allow pagans to blaspheme His believers!" Ritter stretched out his hand and threw himself at the stone bell.
Semafa was always staring at Ritter. The moment his body approached, Semafa also moved, and his violent fist broke the shackles of space. A sharp explosion of air sounded, hitting Ritter's palm directly.
Seeing this, Ritter sneered. He quickly recited a few words in his mouth, and then he saw a ball of white light condensed in his palm, which was holy power.
The fists and palms exchanged silently, and Ritter's body was as light as a fallen leaf and retreated, while Sema stepped on the ground and left a few footprints. His fist trembled unnaturally, and the surface of the fist was red.
Ritter's palm seemed to have been branded with a red-hot iron, exuding high temperatures. If he hadn't increased his energy and blood in time to resist, his entire hand would have been destroyed.
"You can still use the Holy Power?" Semafa was surprised. Isn't it said that the Holy Power of the Vatican Inquisition is extremely difficult to cultivate? It requires extremely high piety from God. But this Vatican traitor can still use the Holy Power!
Ritter shook his head: "The world is ignorant, can the Vatican represent God? What I betrayed is only the Vatican, or the tribunal. To God, I have an extremely pious heart all the time. I am willing to dedicate everything I have.
Give it to my Lord, and let the glory of my Lord spread to the world!" Then he muttered again, "I finally know that the Nordic Finn Wolf is going to resist the Vatican alone, maybe he is the most devout believer!"
"I don't care if you are still a believer in God, but it is impossible to hurt the boss!" Semafa roared, ran quickly, and came to Ritter's side in an instant, blasting out steel-like fists like cannonballs.
On the side, Prajna Chakravartin's eyes lit up. This big Arab man had good physical strength. When he punched out, the air was squeezed out by his powerful punch, automatically making way for his fist, which allowed his punch to pass through.
Reach the strongest and fastest speed.
The Buddhist Dharma Protector Dragon and Elephant Prajna Technique he practices puts the most emphasis on pure sexual power. It is said to have the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. Of course, this is just an imaginary number. The specific power it can achieve depends on the physique of the practitioner.
and talent.
He snorted coldly. As a referee who has slowly climbed up the court, he has experienced the baptism of death many times. He is not afraid of close combat. Ritter crossed his hands and crossed them in front of him. At the same time, he used his holy power.
He was not so arrogant as to use pure physical strength to collide with the barbarian in front of him.
"Bang!" That right fist almost broke the restriction of space. If Semafa's body's energy and blood were not regulated to boil and protect his fist, his fist would have been cut by the energy generated by his rapid speed.
Ritter endured such a huge impact that he felt a car hit him in front of him. Although he was supported by the Holy Power, his hands were still pressed on his chest and he did not dare to hold on. He pointed his toes and quickly stepped back to relieve the pressure.
Even so, Ritter felt the bones of his forearm moan in pain, and the pain was piercing his heart.
"Damn it!"
Ritter suddenly felt that he was stupid. Looking at the bulging muscles of the opponent, he knew that he was definitely a melee master, and he had to sacrifice his own strengths and weaknesses to fight against the enemy.
"Oh God, may your light drive away the darkness and evil in front of you!" Ritter chanted, opening his hands, a Holy Light Cross Sword was suspended in front of his chest. Following Ritter's thoughts, his eyes shot towards Seth.
Mafa, that Holy Light Cross Sword shot towards Semafa at an unstoppable speed. By the time Semafa felt the danger, the Holy Light Cross Sword was already close in front of him.
"Oops!" Shi Zhong cursed. He didn't expect that Rite's Holy Light Cross Sword would be so fast. Even Luonan couldn't reach this level. Semafa couldn't avoid it at all. He stepped on his feet and his body
Shoot towards Semafa.
Semafa roared wildly, causing the blood and qi in his body to boil. He mobilized the qi and blood in his body to gather in his hands, allowing all the strength in his body to be released to the maximum extent through his palms. He had already felt that the Holy Light Cross Sword could almost
The burning heat of the human body.
"All five aggregates are empty!"
Just when Semafa was about to give up one of his arms, a Sanskrit word suddenly sounded, and then wisps of strong wind appeared in front of Semafa, intertwined with the Holy Light Cross Sword, but the Holy Light Cross Sword was worthy of its reputation.
It is the signature attack of the Inquisition. The strong wind is like touching high-temperature plastic, which is constantly being melted. However, this small gap is enough for Semafa to escape. He quickly retreats about ten meters and turns his head to look at the source of the Sanskrit language.
Under a cypress tree on the road, stood a man wearing a hat and gorgeous clothes. The man had thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was handsome, but his clothes were really nondescript. He looked more like Indian Asan, who was the Indian Yaksha Rahil.
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"How could he help?"
This thought flashed through the minds of Shi Zhong and Semafa. At first, Shi Zhong almost killed him with the help of the bronze corpse, causing him to flee. Although the cause was the Indian Snake King, Shi Zhong did seriously hurt him.
, could it be that this Raheel’s head was too funny and he was beaten stupid last time?
But he didn't know that Rahil was aloof. Last time, Bronze Corpse didn't chase him because he couldn't feel the hostility ten meters away. He thought that Shi Zhong wanted to let him go, so he came to repay Shi Zhong's favor this time.
, since then the two sides have been cleared up.
The wisps of wind seemed to be unable to resist the Cross Sword of Holy Light. The Cross Sword of Holy Light was like a hot iron brand, and the wind force was slowly weakening.
"All dharmas are empty, neither born nor destroyed. They are neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing!"
Rahil's Sanskrit words sounded again, and a wind wall formed by airflow appeared, as if a giant was pushing behind it. The wind wall gradually pushed back the Holy Light Cross Sword, approaching Ritter inch by inch.
"snort!"
Ritter snorted coldly and recited a few prayers again. He raised his right hand, the whole arm was glowing with white light, and slashed down towards the void of Rahil. Suddenly, a series of holy power slashes shot out.
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Rahil's movements were not slow either. He pulled out two golden steel forks from his loose robes and said Sanskrit. Suddenly, the golden steel forks glowed with red light. As the steel forks danced, burning red fire continued to fly out.
The air flow rushed towards the Saint Power Slashes, red and white collided, and suddenly it was like fireworks, splashing colorful lights in the air.
Neither of the two people could do anything to the other, but it could also be seen that neither of them used all their strength and had some restraint.
Ritter struck out a holy light, and then took the opportunity to jump away, because he felt that no substantial progress would be made if he continued like this. He looked at Rahil and said: "Who are you?" He used English, because
He knew that the person in front of him was definitely not Chinese, but he didn't know that Raheel's Chinese was no worse than his.
"You are not qualified to know my name!" As the king of the Yasha lineage, Rahil is quite arrogant. He believes that he is fully capable of killing this person, but his cultivation method is somewhat different from what he imagined.
, is also the manipulation of thought power, using thoughts as power.
Ritter was a little angry. This man was really too arrogant. Did he think he was just his own strength?
"Amitabha, Rahil, God is kind to you. Buddha and I have spared your life several times. Why do you have to fight against me so hard? Do you have to kill me?" Prajna Chakravartin said to Rahil.
road.
"From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to kill the king of the Yaksha lineage, but your master, that despicable monk, actually defrauded me of the Yaksha's treasure, and even attacked the Yaksha king to death. His crime is unforgivable!" Rahil!
Staring at Prajna Wheel King coldly and with murderous intent.
"Buddha said that everything is destined. Fifty years have passed, so why are you so entangled?" Prajna Chakravartin suppressed his anger. It could be seen that he seemed to have some scruples about Lahir. No one knew.
Prajna Chakravartin is actually an Indian. When he was a child, he was taken away by the previous generation of masters who practiced Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu. At that time, he had a younger brother. Unexpectedly, when he returned to India later, he found out that his
His younger brother was spotted by King Yaksha, who was seriously injured and could not die, and was chosen as his successor.
What a bad fate! Rahil attacked him several times. The most recent time was five years ago, when he injured him. Unexpectedly, he would come back five years later.
"My resentment will disappear only if you die!" Rahil shouted coldly. Rahil struck out with his golden steel fork, and the red light shot directly at Prajna Chakravartin.
In the middle, he rushed forward and stabbed the chest of Prajna Chakra King with the golden steel fork.
Prajna Chakravartin blocked it with his iron sleeves, and the inner strength supported it. However, this time it was not as simple as last time. Prajna Chakravartin's body took five or six steps back, and the red cuffs were already charred.
"Huh!" Prajna Wheel King didn't say much. He jumped up and disappeared into the night. Rahil chased after him, making a sharp sound from his mouth. Suddenly, Shi Zhong saw four people.
Shadows rushed out from the darkness to block him. Shi Zhong couldn't see clearly what those people looked like, but they were all men with white cloth on their heads.
Facing these four, Prajna Wheel King was not so polite. He palmed one by one and activated the Dragon Elephant Magic. His palms like cattail leaf glowed with golden light. One of the men was hit and flew out immediately, hitting a tree.
On the cypress tree, the tall cypress tree broke with a "click". Fortunately, Rahil quickly joined the battle circle, otherwise the four men would have been killed instantly.
Seeing Prajna Chakravartin fighting farther and farther, Shi Zhong shouted: "Chakravartin, let's talk in detail next time, peace will bring wealth!"
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