When the blow missed, the Pope waved his sleeve again.
When clouds rise and thunder strikes, don't stay away.
The lightning beam hit the inner city wall, instantly creating a gap in the city wall. The splashing flames burned the surrounding houses into flames. The people kneeling around screamed and fled, and some people rushed into the houses in panic, thinking
Pick up the sleeping child in the house before the fire.
The figure landed in the mid-air not far away. Mo Li took in the chaotic situation in his eyes, and there was anger in his eyes.
This is her city, her people.
She would never allow anyone to touch them.
Raising her hand to draw the gun, she took a false step in mid-air and swung the gun towards the Pope.
The spear, with its white light, drew a sharp shadow in the air.
when!
The tip of the spear pierced the Pope's chest straight as if it were piercing the hardest rock. Not to mention the Pope's muscles and bones, even his robes were not torn through.
Divine presence?
So powerful!
Li Qiye was secretly frightened and wanted to retreat. A sudden wave of heat came in front of her. The Pope exhaled suddenly, and the flames mixed with thunder and lightning rushed toward her, instantly wrapping her in it.
With the powerful impact, Mo Li fell to the ground wrapped in a ball of flames.
Far away, in mid-air.
Mingyue and Zhuo Yang are still fighting against the Ao Zhan Tianwang. The two sides have passed more than a hundred moves, and the light of the blessing spell on the two of them is getting weaker and weaker.
The blessing technique consumes a lot of profound energy. In addition, Mingche had just injected profound energy into the formation and was already injured. At this time, he was already at the end of his strength.
Both men were injured. As their physical strength and blood were depleted, their movements became uncontrollably weak and slow.
"Mo Li!"
Catching Mo Li's falling figure, Zhuo Yang shouted worriedly.
King Ao Zhan saw the opportunity, swung his long sword in mid-air with a feint, took out the bright moon, and attacked Zhuo Yang secretly. His long sword was like a rainbow, and stabbed Zhuo Yang in the chest.
"careful!"
Seeing King Ao Zhan stabbing at him with his sword, Ming Yue raised his spear at an angle and rushed forward to protect Zhuo Yang. The blade of the sword scraped against Ming Yue's spear and went straight into his left shoulder.
Blood splashed out, dyeing Zhuo Yang's face blood red.
Feeling the heat on his face, Zhuo Yang was so anxious that he exclaimed, "Mingyue?!"
"Protect Mo Li!" Mingyue raised her hand and grabbed the sword of King Aozhan, "Go quickly!"
Zhuoyang gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed in the direction of Mo Li.
Mingyue thrust out the spear suddenly, King Aozhan raised his hand and turned sideways, tightly grasping Mingyue's spear with his golden palm armor, and took a step forward at the same time.
puff!
The long sword passed through Mingyue's shoulder diagonally, piercing his body.
"I want to see how long your blood can last!"
King Aozhan stood in front of Mingyue, holding the hilt of his sword tightly, and sneered.
Although the sword wound is not critical, blood is limited, and no one can survive without draining his blood.
Mingyue slowly let go of the hand holding the gun, and her right hand shrank into a claw, reaching out like electricity.
There was a muffled sound, and King Aozhan felt a sudden coldness in his chest, followed by indescribable pain.
He slowly lowered his face and saw that there was a hole on his chest above the golden armor. A palm was inserted into the hole. Blood was overflowing from all sides of the hand, filling up the lines on his golden armor.
.
That is, Mingyue's hand.
A look of disbelief flashed in Ao Zhan Tian Wang's eyes. This man who loved guns as much as his life in his memory actually let go of the gun in his hand.
Mingyue looked at the face of King Aozhan calmly and whispered, "The reason why you keep losing to me is because you never understand that it is people who kill, not weapons!"