Under his conscious guidance, the power of the domain of Pope Sith, the most powerful man in the mainland, is like a foundry master who has cultivated casting to perfection. He is constantly tempered at many fields of the royal court. Under this kind of pounding and refining, the four major fields are like a piece of iron ore that originally exists, constantly polished and tempered, and some impurities and old objects are all knocked out, and the remaining are the essence of the essence.

"It's ridiculous. I actually use my sword skills to hone my field. Wang Ting, do you really think I can't bear to kill you!"

The spiritual scale of Pope Sith has reached the peak of the eighth level. In just a moment, he understood Wang Ting's plan, accompanied by a long roar. His sword technique, which was originally locked on Xi Fenglie, suddenly turned and went straight to Wang Ting assassination. For a moment, a sword force that was so powerful that it was unimaginable, enveloped Wang Ting's heart. In an instant, he was like a mortal, suddenly facing the black clouds that were overwhelming the city, and the power of heaven and earth like a storm. In the face of this power of heaven and earth, the cultivation of his so-called legendary swordsman was so small.

"This is the momentum! The sword force formed by the combination of the six major realms of the Sith Pope?"

Wang Ting's pupils tightened and his heart condensed. He had never really faced the Sith Pope alone, and he could never understand how powerful this momentum was.

"Fallen!"

The sword was locked, and Pope Sith's sword skills did not stop at all. The sacred sword, carrying the glory of judging all things, came down and was about to kill the most outstanding genius swordsman since the establishment of ASEAN.

However, just as his sword aimed at the royal court and killed it, a strong crisis suddenly arose from his heart. Although this crisis is difficult to be fatal in ordinary times, if he dares to completely ignore it, once the crisis comes, with the subsequent attacks of Xi Fenglie and others, ten will fall here.

"Mu Qingshuang!"

Without turning around, Pope Sith already understood who was bringing him this kind of crisis.

The sword force quickly turned, and the sword that Pope Sis killed Xiang Wangting instantly split into two, directly colliding with Mu Qingshuang who suddenly drew his sword and intervened in the battlefield. The sword force exploded, shaking Mu Qingshuang and Wangting both at the same time. Then he stabbed out three swords in one breath. Kolos, Xue Wuhen, and Li Xiaoyun were knocked out at the same time. Kolos, who had the weakest cultivation, was even more shocked and vomited blood.

"Mu Qingshuang, you will actually attack me, which really disappoints me!"

"I don't need anyone to give me hope. I said, if you kill the royal court, I will attack you!"

Mu Qingshuang's eyes were cold, and a force that seemed to lock the soul was locking the spiritual world of Pope Sith between her sword's sharp edge. This level of locking naturally could not pose a huge threat to Pope Sith, but now he was surrounded by several sword saints, but he had no choice but to be wary of him.

"According to your opinion, Wang Ting is only allowed to attack me, and not to kill him with one sword?"

Mu Qingshuang was silent.

Robber logic?

But isn’t this logic always permeated with Pope Sith’s life philosophy?

"very good!"

The Sith Pope looked at Mu Qingshuang with a cold murderous intent for the first time. However, after his swordsmanship was shocked to the royal court again, his sharpness turned rapidly and pointed directly at the west wind and left again.

He did not intend to let go of the attack.
Chapter completed!