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Chapter 318: Cherry Blossom Tribulation (4)

Only by witnessing it with your own eyes can you understand how shocking the sword of the strongest swordsman in the world is.

The parade square in Leki City is extremely wide. Within an area of ​​several thousand meters, broken rainwater densely packed like crystal grains floats quietly and strangely in the air. Sword intent extends out of the broken rainwater, pulling the crystals one by one.

For a long time, the lights in the square reflected colorful rays of light from the suspended crystals, and the entire square became hazy and blurry. One after another, the soldiers of the Snow Dance Legion froze there, looking like dead objects.

Complete martial law has been imposed near the Parade Square.

The Ulan Kingdom's military blocked two blocks around the square. On the steps around the square, in front of a blurry and dangerous light, Li Tianlan quietly looked at the Snow Dance Legion soldier closest to him.

The halo is spreading, the raindrops are breaking, the sword energy is extending, and danger is spreading.

The Snow Dance Legion soldier in his sight was very close to him, but everything in front of him became extremely blurry. Li Tianlan could vaguely see the opponent's eyes moving hard. It was obvious that this sword had imprisoned his eyes.

body, but it cannot imprison his mind.

Li Tianlan's palm moved, and then fell silent again.

"How about it?"

Li Huacheng stood beside Li Tianlan and asked in a gloomy tone.

His expression was solemn, but his eyes were extremely cold.

When he received the news, Li Huacheng was still immersed in the joy of signing the contract with Ulan Kingdom. As a result, tens of thousands of elite members of the Snow Dance Legion were imprisoned with a sword, and the one who took action was their Sword Emperor of Central Continent.

How to block the news? Now I'm afraid the whole world knows the news about Sword Emperor Wang Tianzong's attack on the Snow Dance Legion. Such behavior is tantamount to blatantly trampling on Li Huacheng's bottom line. No matter how you look at it, Wang Tianzong has gone above and beyond. Qiqi Entire Network

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Li Tianlan shook his head and said calmly: "There is no way."

In Eastern Europe, he was rarely helpless, but facing Wang Tianzong's sword, he really had no choice at all.

His sword intention is perfect, but he does not have enough sword energy to support it. Even if there is a peak invincible person who practices martial arts from the same source as him and also intends to lend him sword energy, Li Tianlan cannot break this

sword.

The Wang Tianzong who wielded this sword is completely different from the Wang Tianzong on the night of Judgment Day. It can almost be said that he is on another level. Now that this sword is here, unless Wang Tianzong withdraws the sword energy with his original intention, or waits for the sword energy to disappear on its own, otherwise

Throughout the entire dark world, no one can do anything about this sword.

Li Huacheng slowly turned around and looked at the light curtain in front of him that shimmered with different colors. The blurry figures of countless Snow Dance Legion soldiers kept shaking in the light curtain. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Li Huacheng could clearly feel their silence and stiffness.

struggle in.

A surge of anger rushed to the top of his head extremely quickly.

Li Huacheng took a deep breath and spoke suddenly, his loud voice rushing directly through the broken rain curtain.

"Wang Tianzong! Come out!"

The broken rain curtain shook slightly.

A drop of rain stretched by the sword energy slowly fell down.

Amidst the sound of slight footsteps, Wang Tianzong's figure seemed to be walking out of the rain.

He looked at Li Huacheng, then at Li Tianlan, but said nothing.

Li Tianlan didn't speak either.

There was no Wang Tianzong in front of him. The so-called image was just a sword energy, but it was extremely real.

"Tianzong, what's going on?"

Li Huacheng narrowed his eyes and his voice became darker.

"They need to stay here for a few days."

Wang Tianzong's tone was calm. He looked directly into Li Huacheng's eyes without giving in at all.

"What's the reason?"

"No reason."

Li Huacheng's eyes almost narrowed into a thin line.

"No reason?"

He nodded, and suddenly became furious: "There is no reason, why do you imprison them here? Do you know that these are our most elite legions in Central Continent, and they are also legions that have made great contributions to Central Continent, Wang Tianzong, you

What do you want to do? Beihai Province, or my province in Central Continent, when you do this, have you considered their position?!"

Wang Tianzong's eyes gradually turned cold.

He nodded and said: "I did this because my position has not changed. Mr. President, you are right. They are the most elite army in Central Continent. As a Central Continent, I have the obligation to protect them. This is the last step."

They have fought, and such a battle should not let their sacrifices be in vain. I keep them here just for the survival of the entire Xuewu Legion."

"The final battle?"

Li Huacheng hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

Wang Tianzong didn't answer. He glanced at Li Tianlan calmly and said meaningfully: "Jie went to Moormans."

Li Tianlan's expression suddenly changed.

At the same time, his cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.

Li Tianlan took out his cell phone. It was Situ Cangyue's number.

Pale lightning flashed across the night of Leki City.

Li Tianlan answered the phone.

In the chaotic wind and rain, during the rainy season in Eastern Europe, an unprecedented thunder shook the sky and the earth.

Amidst the lightning and thunder, Li Tianlan's face, who was holding the mobile phone, instantly turned livid.

The thunder gradually passed.

The heavy rain fell in torrents.

When the rainy season was about to end, an extremely violent heavy rain swept across Eastern Europe.

Lightning rages in the sky.

Li Tianlan silently put down his phone.

The image of Wang Tianzong, whose sword energy was condensed, has disappeared.

Li Tianlan looked across the square in the direction of Wang Tianzong and was silent for a long time.

In the lighted room, Wang Tianzong, who was wearing a Hanfu, a wide robe and long sleeves, was holding a writing brush and looking in the direction of Li Tianlan.

He watched Li Tianlan narrow his eyes, watched him remain silent, watched him turn around and leave.

"Where are you going?"

Li Huacheng's voice rang out.

Li Tianlan did not look back and said calmly: "Moormans."

Wang Tianzong laughed.

At this moment, he didn't know if Li Tianlan understood it, but he already understood it.

These are not his plans. At his current height, he no longer needs any plans.

Li Tianlan is indeed in trouble, but as long as he wants, he can solve it in the simplest way.

When the Snow Dance Legion was imprisoned here.

Great Eastern Europe, Leki City, Ulan Kingdom.

Where is the young marshal?

In the end, on the battlefield, Li Tianlan was just Li Tianlan.

That's all.

...

Over the Moormans' manor, the wind and rain suddenly became heavier.

The polar night is getting deeper and deeper.

Inside and outside the manor, the hazy mist seemed to have broken free of its shackles and began to spread in every corner.

The white mist, which represents rich vitality, flows slowly, lingering among the flowers and leaves in the manor, gathering together and never leaving, looking beautiful and mysterious.

The deep black and white fog of the polar night slowly intertwined.

Lin Fengting walked silently in the garden, carefully looking at every plant and tree in front of him. His movements were very slow, and his focused eyes stared at every flower in his sight. Such a serious attitude gave people the feeling that he had no idea what he was doing.

Not watching, but looking for something.

An old voice sounded behind him, somewhat confused: "What are you doing, sir?"

Behind Lin Fengting, the Thirteenth Heavenly King of the Reincarnation Palace, the Central Continent Metaphysics Master Xuan Xuanzi, codenamed Tianji, held an umbrella with doubtful eyes.

He used a mortal connection to connect Li Tianlan's dragon vein with Qin Weibai, and the vitality of the two parties was closely connected. Now that it was time to have results, he naturally wanted to come and take a look, but he didn't know that Lin Fengting was here at this time.

What to look for.

Lin Fengting walked slowly, as if he didn't hear Xuan Xuanzi's voice.

Xuan Xuanzi hesitated for a moment, followed behind Lin Fengting with an umbrella, and carefully observed the white mist around which the luck was gathering.

Crazy raindrops pattered on the dark umbrella.

The flowers and plants were swaying, thunder and lightning flashed, the wind howled, the rain fell, and it was noisy.

In a trance, Lin Fengting's very soft and low voice sounded, with a trance and unreality: "Master, do you think there will be two identical flowers in such a big garden?"

Xuan Xuanzi was stunned for a moment.

There are no two identical leaves, two flowers, or two people in the world.

He glanced at Lin Fengting and smiled: "Maybe there will be something similar."

"No."

Lin Fengting's voice was a little persistent: "I mean, exactly the same."

"How can it be?"

Xuan Xuanzi smiled and shook his head.

"I thought it was impossible before, but why is it impossible?"

Lin Fengting murmured to himself and shook his head.

Xuan Xuanzi suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. His eyes condensed and he looked at Lin Fengting: "What do you mean, sir?"

"It's boring."

Lin Fengting shook his head: "These..."

He pointed to the vast mist ahead: "Who have you given such strong luck and vitality to?"

"Of course I gave it to the boss."

Xuan Xuanzi's tone was calm.

Lin Fengting laughed, his smile complex and absurd: "Who is your boss?"

Xuan Xuanzi looked at him with even more absurd eyes, and he asked: "Who else could it be besides Qin Weibai?"

"yes."

Lin Fengting said softly: "Who else could it be besides Qin Weibai?"

In the wind and rain, he smiled bitterly: "But the question is, who is Qin Weibai?"

...

In the dark church, in the almost solid atmosphere, blood was still flowing.

The smell of blood seemed to carry a strange fragrance, representing the smell of sin and desire that had begun to go away at some point.

The Pope who was about to leave came back step by step.

Angel looked at him, his eyes as quiet as ice and snow.

“What is Protestantism?”

The Pope looked into Angel's eyes and asked seriously.

"You don't know about Protestantism?"

Angel tilted her head and looked at the Pope, her voice was hoarse and filled with strange emotions.

The Pope said nothing.

Of course he knows that Protestantism, in the traditional sense, is also a sect that believes in God. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is no difference between the Holy See, Eastern Christianity, and Protestantism. However, because of their different interpretations of the same faith, they are inseparable from each other.

They are strangers to each other, and they even regard each other as a heretic.

The Holy See is powerful, entrenched in Eastern Europe and spread all over the world.

Eastern Christianity sticks to Eastern Europe and is equally deep-rooted.

Protestantism is a force that has only emerged in recent years. It has no clear dioceses, scattered personnel, and insufficient foundation. It is mainly distributed in Southeast Asia. This kind of sect without foundation is not worthy of the attention of the Holy See, but Protestantism is truly powerful in numbers, and

In the chaotic region of Southeast Asia, it is very easy to cultivate fanatical believers, so Protestantism has developed rapidly in recent years, and has vaguely become the third force besides the Holy See and Eastern Christianity.

But at this moment, the Pope was not sure whether the Protestantism Angel was talking about was the Protestantism she knew.

"You joined the Protestant Church?"

The pope's voice suddenly became extremely cold.

"I did not join the Protestant Church."

Angel's voice became increasingly difficult: "I said before today, I had a clear conscience towards the Holy See."

The Pope looked at Angel indifferently and said nothing.

"I have never joined, but it does not mean that I have not been in contact with the Protestant Church. I am a saint of the Holy See. The Protestant Church is developing rapidly. I very much hope to absorb the Protestant Church, let the Protestant Church accept our ideas, and then become our new diocese."

"You met the Protestant Pope?"

the pope suddenly asked.

"No."

Angel shook his head: "I didn't see the Pope."

She smiled: "But I saw a Protestant saint, a saint whose status is higher than the pope."

She spoke quietly, but the Pope's body suddenly became extremely cold.

...

Heavy wind and rain.

Angel's conversation with the Pope came to an end.

Mered's conversation with the mysterious Majesty also came to an end.

There was silence at the end.

Listening to Angel's experience, His Majesty did not speak for a long time.

Mered waited quietly, but the longer the time went on, the more he felt something was wrong.

"You mean, Aresis has arranged many confidants for Angel?" Updated fastest Qiqi //

"Sixteen, to be exact."

Mered said seriously.

"In other words, Angel had sixteen men overnight?"

His Majesty's voice was cold, and then he sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"

Mered thought carefully about the situation at that time.

From his point of view, he wanted to see such a hot scene where the holy warrior insulted the holy lady of the Holy See, so he paid special attention to this matter. He recalled it carefully and confirmed again: "Facts

That’s it.”

"Shit!"

His Majesty suddenly cursed with some annoyance: "With Angel's character, purity is her bottom line. She only has robbery in her heart. Tell me, under what circumstances would she be insulted by more than ten men?"

Mered was silent for a while, then tentatively said: "Under the circumstances where I can't resist."

His Majesty was not amused by his cold humor. He thought slowly and said slowly: "It's impossible for Angel to have no room for resistance. There's something wrong with this matter. It's impossible..."

His voice was silent for a while, and then he suddenly asked: "How many times has Angel been in contact with the Palace of Reincarnation?"

"As far as I know, it was only once, in the sanctuary."

Mered said: "That night I met Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting, and Angel was also there."

His Majesty hummed: "Did Lin Fengting use his sword against you that night?"

"Yes."

Mered nodded.

"Are you unharmed?"

His Majesty's voice became darker and darker.

"Yes."

Mered nodded: "Lin Fengting is nothing more than that. Although his sword is strong, it is very slow."

"It's too slow!"

His Majesty's voice suddenly rose: "It's so slow that you don't even know how many things you have missed!"

He took a few quick breaths and said coldly, "Didn't you notice the time after it was over? How long did it take Lin Fengting to use that sword? Ten minutes? Or half an hour?"

Mered opened his mouth, but his heart suddenly sank.

He didn't know how long Lin Fengting used the sword that night, and he didn't know if he noticed the time.

At this moment, he tried to remember, and suddenly realized that he had no memory of that night at all.

The sky is full of wind and rain.

His Majesty hung up the phone.

Under the gloomy polar night, the roar of a crazy engine could be heard faintly.

The bright car lights rushed over like two angry waves and rushed straight into the church.

The sky is filled with desolation and killing.

...

at the same time.

The atmosphere in the church hall has completely solidified.

The Pope returned to indifference.

"Angel..."

There was a sigh in his voice.

Angel suddenly raised his head and glanced at him.

"My name is Situ."

She laughed softly.

In an instant, Angel's figure was all in front of the Pope's eyes.

Her figure is so tall, so clear, so beautiful that she almost occupies the entire world.

The Pope was at a loss for a moment, then suddenly woke up.

This is...

This is an absolutely pure spiritual realm.

This is...a state of transcendence!

The Pope suddenly retreated, and his voice became extremely loud as he retreated: "Kill her!!!"

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded without warning.

Before Aresis could come back to his senses, around him, one after another of the holy warriors who had laughed and insulted Angel had fallen down silently.

The church hall was still extremely dark.

But the light is changing slightly.

In a daze, Angel's body was bleeding with his limbs nailed to the cross.

But the taste full of desire is far away.

Her body is no longer naked.

The torn white dress reappeared on her body, extremely clean and tidy.

Aresis opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Everything is obviously an illusion?

How can it be?

Angel, who was wearing a white dress and his body was bleeding, slowly opened his eyes.

"waste."

She looked at Aresis with undisguised arrogance in her tone: "I said, you are just a clown, and I have the will and spirit you lack the most. Are you worthy of insulting me?"

Aresis' huge body suddenly trembled.

The extreme anger swallowed up all his reason in an instant.

Throughout the night, all the scenes, the cruel revenge, the desperate struggles and wailings, were all images he had imagined?!

Angel's clothes are neat now, but when the illusion disappears, she turns out to be so arrogant.

"you you..."

Aresis's fingers kept trembling.

Angel gave Aresis a cold look.

Aresis's face was angry and hateful.

In Angel's spiritual realm, there was nothing strange about him, but Angel spurted out a mouthful of blood.

at the same time.

The pope's aura quickly weakened.

The pope's figure began to retreat quickly in the darkness, but his order did not change: "Arisis, kill her!"

Angel laughed.

Outside the church, wildly rushing vehicles crashed into the church. In the polar night sky, fires were burning in the continuous heavy rain. Angel stood straight and said calmly: "Everything you do tonight is blasphemy."

"You are guilty."

"He deserves death!"


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