Atik was so embarrassed and angry by Xu Qingyun's words.
Xu Qingyun said in an indifferent voice: "You think you are superior, but in fact, in my eyes, you are no different from an ant."
"If I want to defeat you, one sword is enough!"
Is one sword enough?!
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence.
"What did you say!" Yatik thought he heard wrongly and could defeat him with one sword. He was extremely arrogant.
Everyone watching the battle also took a breath of cold air, how arrogant.
However, some people fell silent while watching the battle, perhaps because they had been slapped in the face too many times.
What if this Chinese warrior did it?
But soon, they put aside this idea, it was impossible, absolutely impossible.
"Do you think you will win if you block my eternal holy sword?" Atik said with a sneer.
This Chinese warrior is really arrogant and ignorant. Does he really think that the Holy Knights of the Holy See are so easy to kill? It can be said that he is really ignorant and arrogant.
Amid everyone's questioning gazes, Xu Qingyun showed a faint smile on his face.
He took one step forward and used Xiaoyaoyou's body technique to instantly appear more than ten meters away. The speed was extremely fast, as if he was teleporting.
At the same time, sword light appeared.
Long Li took his sword out of its scabbard and held it tightly in his hand.
The sword power on his body continues to increase as Xu Qingyun moves forward, and a layer of light energy surrounds his body, which is the exertion of a layer of hegemony.
Xu Qingyun just blocked Artik's Eternal Holy Sword head-on, using the first level of hegemony.
The defensive power of the first level hegemonic body is more powerful than Xu Qingyun imagined.
Part of the horror of physical training lies in the amazing defensive power, but it is definitely more than that.
Under the first level of hegemony, Xu Qingyun's strength, speed, defense... are all improving.
The white clothes fluttered, and the sword intent surged.
The momentum in Xu Qingyun's body climbed to a terrifying height in a very short period of time.
A pair of eyes, as if containing stars in the vast ocean, unfathomable.
This terrifying aura caused the faces of countless people watching the battle to suddenly change, turning pale and bloodless.
This majestic momentum, this breath like the abyss, is like the gods in the sky looking down on all living beings.
There is nothing more powerful than this.
Artik's expression was also changing, but he still didn't believe that the opponent could defeat him with one sword.
How could the other party do what he couldn't do?
People who are too conceited don't know that others can often do things they can't do.
"How could I, the majestic Paladin, be defeated by a Chinese warrior like you!"
"The holy light shines, and I will live forever!"
White holy light gushed out from Atik's body, and the holy light swirled around him, wrapping his body, and his aura also increased accordingly.
He roared angrily, rode a war horse, held a holy sword, and faced Xu Qingyun.
Like a fearless charge warrior.
Xu Qingyun made the next move. He dropped the Longli Sword in his hand, and the sword's glow skyrocketed.
This was the first time that Xu Qingyun fought in the first-level hegemonic state.
Two different swords meet on the way.
One sword is the sword of the West, and the other sword is the sword of the East.
One person has white holy light on his body, and the other person has light-colored domineering energy on his body.
With the two of them as the center, the terrifying power swept in all directions, and the power was dazzling and erupting continuously.
Everyone tried to open their eyes wide and watched this horrific scene.
Under the blessing of the Holy Light, Artik's strength has reached level seven, which is also the earthly immortal realm of Chinese warriors.
And Xu Qingyun's strength has already surpassed that of the Earth Immortal.
Click!
There seemed to be some broken sound.
Surprised everyone watching.
The holy sword in Artik's hand broke and shattered into several sections.
"Ah! This is impossible, impossible!"
How could his holy sword break? How could it be possible!
Artik has gone crazy, and the holy light in his body is pouring out like a flooded reservoir.
This terrifying holy light has raised Artik's strength to a whole new level.
But at the same time, the price he paid was longevity. Atik's face became older at a speed visible to the naked eye, aging by dozens of years in an instant.
Atik's eyes were about to burst, and only madness and ferocity remained on his wrinkled face.
"Die, die!"
The broken holy sword was repaired again under the baptism of holy light, but it was not completely repaired. The holy sword began to break and break again.
"Impossible, impossible, how could the power of the Holy Light be defeated? I am the most loyal believer, how could it be defeated!"
Atik shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes blood red and full of despair.
boom!
Artik's body flew out like a cannonball and hit the ground heavily. Where it passed, trees were broken, grass was broken, and sand and rocks flew.
Atik spat out a large mouthful of blood.
And if you look carefully, you can see that there is a long sword wound on Atik's chest, with bone deep and blood dripping from it.
"I am not defeated, I am not defeated..."
Artik repeated this sentence.
All the holy light on his body has long since dissipated.
Xu Qingyun holds the Longli Sword, flying proudly in the sky, his white clothes fluttering, and the moonlight scatters, coating it with a layer of brilliance, making it dazzling.
All the spectators who saw this scene were stunned and speechless.
If you say you can defeat Atik with one sword, you can defeat Atik with one sword, and there is no need for a second sword.
Looking at the young man who was bathing in the moonlight and looked like a god, the only thing left in these people's eyes was awe, the awe of the peerless powerful man.
This Chinese warrior, Immortal Emperor Qingyun, defeated Artik, one of the ten holy knights of the Holy See, and he did so easily.
This shocking scene will make them unforgettable and stay in their hearts forever.
Xu Qingyun looked at Artik and said proudly:
"I said I could defeat you with one sword, but I was wrong!"
Atik covered the horrific wound on his chest and looked at his withered hands with despair on his face.
He practiced hard for decades, was loyal to the Holy See, believed in the Holy God, and pursued power. In the end, he was no match for a sword from others.
In Atik's eyes, the only thing left was despair.
Xu Qingyun withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at Artik.
He didn't kill Artik because he was actually dead.
Artik's belief and belief had been completely destroyed by Xu Qingyun's sword just now.
A believer of the Holy See whose faith has collapsed, without faith, is a useless person and a dead person.
Perhaps it won't be long before Artik will die on his own, or he may become a walking zombie and spend the rest of his life in pain, or he may be expelled and massacred by the Holy Holy See to whom he is loyal.
Xu Qingyun wants more people to see Artik, let more people from the Holy See see Artik, and let them see that their so-called invincible strong man is vulnerable to Xu Qingyun, but can be in front of him.
Beliefs can easily collapse.
Killing is easy, but killing someone's heart is difficult.
"Kill me, kill me, kill me!"
Suddenly, Atik looked at Xu Qingyun and yelled angrily.
He wanted to use death as a relief, he wanted to die, but he was too cowardly to have the courage to commit suicide.
Xu Qingyun ignored it. Under the gaze of everyone watching the battle, Xu Qingyun flew into the sky and flew towards the west, where the Carlo Kingdom's palace was located.