So what if you only provoke?

Zhao Dongting is not 100% confident about his strength, but he never believes that someone can control himself in a moment.

He said to the palace on the top of the mountain: "Then the Pope will wait and see! I will see how powerful your formation is!"

"emperor!"

Kong Qiangu was a little anxious.

"It's okay."

Zhao Dongting chuckled and sent a voice, "If something happens after I go in, seniors, you can help me immediately."

He never thought of fighting hard.

After all, it is not sure whether the Holy See has any means to erase the extreme state.

If I die here, it would be unfair.

Kong Qiangu sighed softly, but he didn't say anything anymore.

At least the emperor did not say that he would not let them take action.

This shows that the emperor did not underestimate the enemy.

Zhao Dongting looked back at the masters, "You are here to see me breaking the formation!"

Then, looking at the top of the mountain.

The figure disappeared in the night sky in an instant.

He had sensed that the Holy See's headquarters was shrouded in formation and there was energy fluctuation.

The closer you get, the clearer the sensation becomes.

It's really not weak...

I don’t know how many masters set up the formation.

The energy inside is surging.

It is mental power.

Such a formation has little impact on people outside the formation. But inside the formation, it should be a different scene, right?

But Zhao Dongting still rushed in.

The figure went directly over the Baiyu Square in front of the Holy See headquarters.

"Emperor Song is indeed very brave!"

The pope's voice came from the hall, "Then try the power of our Holy See's divine formation!"

The words fell.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged in the night sky, and lightning and thunder were roaring.

Yes, the weather suddenly changed in this small area.

It is influenced by spells.

Countless purple thunders flashed in the clouds.

Zhao Dongting sensed it carefully.

Widths of mental power gathered faintly above the formation from all directions under your feet.

Are you afraid of hundreds of masters?

Most of them are in the realm of Dharma King, but there are quite a few people in the realm of Dharma Lord. There are even a few extremely powerful spiritual power, which must be in the realm of Dharma Saint.

Among them, the Pope is the strongest.

There are indeed masters hidden in the Holy See.

Dozens of masters in the Dharma Lord realm are really not bad.

After all, he is already equivalent to a master in the True Martial Realm.

There should be less than 300 masters of the Zhenwu Realm in the Song Dynasty now, right?

Of course, Zhao Dongting would not sit still and wait for death.

Since the Pope wants to capture the thief and capture the king first, why can't he do this?

His figure disappeared from the night sky and rushed towards the main hall of the Holy See.

The Pope is there!

Go to the sky above the headquarters hall.

Visions appear.

A tender green grass hanging with dewdrops appeared behind Zhao Dongting.

Then, it came to his hands.

Zhao Dongting held the sword and slashed towards the hall below.

An invisible energy enveloped the entire hall.

In an instant, the top of the hall was destroyed and countless gravel collapsed.

Below, the Pope in a golden robe sat cross-legged on his throne. Around him were dozens of Holy See masters.

The gravels approached their bodies and turned into dust.

"Oh!"

Zhao Dongting and the Pope looked at each other and chuckled.

Is that all?

The Pope's face seemed a little ugly.

Perhaps it was also underestimating Zhao Dongting's cultivation.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly, "The strength of Emperor Song is indeed extraordinary."

And at this moment, Zhao Dongting's brows slightly condensed and he looked up at the sky.

The purple thunder in the clouds finally couldn't hold back.

Boom!

A thunder as thick as an arm slashed directly at Zhao Dongting.

Then, countless thunders.

Razers are flashing throughout the array.

"Good formation!"

Zhao Dongting shouted softly, ignoring the Pope and others below, and rushed straight into the air with the tender green grass.

These thunders are very strong.

He was so strong that even he dared not ignore it.

Hundreds of Holy See’s masters gathered together and could pose a threat to the masters in the extreme realm. If you might as well, you may suffer a severe injury in a moment.

Thunder blinked.

"open!"

Zhao Dongting slashed straight with his sword.

He had never thought about using Western magic.

After all, he is the cultivation level of the Dharma Lord. Even if he uses the forbidden spell, his power is far less than that of these thunders.

Furthermore, this can be regarded as the peak collision between Eastern martial arts and Western methods?

How can you gain ambition for others and destroy your own prestige?

Chih!

The sword light and the thunder touched each other.

The energy dissipates.

The purple thunder disappeared in a blink of an eye.

But followed closely by countless thunders.

Zhao Dongting danced the tender green grass sword tightly and was in a trend of becoming more and more courageous as he fought.

His vision had such a function.

In the clouds, the purple thunder gradually disappeared.

Then, a fire appeared.

He rolled down towards Zhao Dongting.

Just like the burning clouds in the sky, they all wrapped around him.

Zhao Dongting moved his internal energy to the extreme, opened his acupoints at the same time, and shouted: "Guiyuan!"

The strongest move.

This formation is strong!

It's even very strong!

But it was a dream to destroy him just like this.

Just this is not as high as Kong Yuanzhou.
Chapter completed!