The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Hearing this familiar voice, the Duke of Rhine and the other six people could not help but shout in surprise in their hearts: "Your Highness!" Although everyone had not had much contact with His Highness since His Highness woke up, they remembered this voice firmly in their hearts, so when the low and pleasant sound of the cello trembling gently sounded, they all recognized the owner of the voice.

When the Duke of Rhine and others understood what Xuanyuan said, the six dukes couldn't help but feel ashamed and relieved. They were ashamed of their retreat when facing the Pope who performed the God's descent, but they couldn't help but feel relieved that Xuanyuan took the initiative to stand up and face the Pope.

How to say it, although many vampires often lose their passion for life in the long years, they begin to become boring and eventually choose eternal sleep. However, the vampires' spontaneous choice of eternal sleep does not mean that the vampires want to die. They think that the world is boring and they don't want to live anymore and being killed are completely two different concepts.

So from a certain perspective, the blood clan is actually very afraid of death. This is why the six dukes, led by the Duke of Rhine, hesitated and even showed signs of retreat when facing the Pope who performed the God's Descent. They were really afraid and did not want to lose their lives here so easily.

At this time, the six blood clans all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that they no longer had to face the Pope in the God's Descent state with five-sixths of the power of the gods. However, after they relaxed, they immediately reacted and hurriedly stopped him: "Your Highness, the God's Descent is too terrifying. This is not a force we can face!"

If someone now focuses on the six dukes of the blood clan, they will see a funny scene at this moment. In a large area of ​​black fog with blood light that spreads wantonly, six small bats with different colors but sharp claws and fangs are flapping their wings in panic and flying around in the black fog, looking extremely worried and panicked.

Others were dancing with demons, but here were dancing with bats. In the deep, dark fog, six bats with lively eyes eagerly flapped their wings. When they sensed Xuanyuan's breath approaching this valley, the six bats immediately flew towards Xuanyuan with the same intention, intending to stop Xuanyuan and prevent him from facing the Pope in the state of divine descent.

After noticing that the Pope had performed the divine descent, Xuan Yuan immediately rushed to the valley where black tulips were cultivated. He fluttered to the edge of the flower field, and landed gently as if he had spread his wings. The wide and flowing black cloak behind him also rose gently with his movements, and then slowly floated down under the action of gravity, hanging on the ground. At first glance, it looked like he was carrying his wings to fly silently.

The fabric of the black cloak was of excellent quality. When Xuan Yuan landed in the valley and walked towards the white-haired and white-bearded old man who seemed like a light source, the hem of his clothes gently rubbed against the green grass growing by the flower field, making a subtle rustling sound. Xuan Yuan walked forward slowly, with a casual posture, but a clear goal.

However, after Xuanyuan landed, he took two steps towards the Pope. As the black fog spread, six bats, the largest of which was no bigger than a human head and the smallest was only the size of a palm, stumbled over together, flying crookedly as if drunk, almost hitting the face of the bat. Those who didn't know would think that the bat couldn't fly.

"Your Highness, let's retreat first. Even if we let these people go down the mountain for the time being, what's wrong? There are a large number of blood clans gathered outside Catherine's territory. I have notified them to rush to the vicinity, and they will definitely be able to intercept these church believers. When the Pope dies, we will have time to chase him! Moreover, when the Pope dies, the church will definitely fall into turmoil. Wouldn't it be easier for us to attack the church in a big way at that time?"

The little bat, which was as red as a crystal jade carving, said anxiously while rushing towards Xuanyuan. He was the Duke of Rhine who rushed in front of several dukes. When this bat rushed over aggressively, it was directly blown away by Xuanyuan's conditioned cloak when it approached Xuanyuan.

The palm-sized, crystal-clear bat that looked like it was carved from blood jade flew back and slammed heavily into the dark blood mist behind it, and then slammed into Duke Dracula who was following closely behind him. In an instant, the black mist rolled over, and the six bats that were originally flying swayingly under the influence of the holy light suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground on top of each other, looking extremely embarrassed.

Xuanyuan: …………Are you guys the funny guys hired by the monkey?

Looking at the miserable appearance of these six stupid bats, Xuanyuan couldn't help but press his forehead, quite speechless. Glancing at the pope who was blocking the entrance to the trail down the mountain, and the church believers who had already rushed into the entrance, Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and reiterated to Duke Rhine and others: "I will stop the pope, and you go and catch the people who have already set foot on that trail."

As he spoke, Xuan Yuan waved his hand, and the originally narrow entrance of the trail down the mountain exploded instantly, and a huge gap was directly blasted open. Now, even if the pope stood in front of the trail entrance, he couldn't do it alone.

Xuan Yuan glanced at the six bats that flew up in front of him with difficulty, and his spiritual sense also found a group of hundreds of blood clans farther outside the valley who were frightened by the pope's divine descent and dared not approach this valley full of black tulips. He immediately expressed deep doubts about the ability and courage of the blood clan. Today, he finally knew that the blood clans were so cowardly!

In the huge and wide valley, people from the church had already entered the path down the mountain. After eliminating the six unreliable bats shrouded in the black mist, only the Pope and Xuan Yuan were left confronting each other. The Pope's aura was astonishing. The pervasive holy light made the body that Xuan Yuan was currently using feel instinctively uncomfortable, which was enough to show how powerful the Pope was at this moment.

The pope in the divine state looked towards Xuan Yuan, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life contained determination and a noble and holy emotion. At this time, he was not only the pope, but also had a consciousness of god in his body. However, no matter who it was, Consciousness, when s/he became aware of Xuan Yuan, they all decided to kill this newly-appeared fourth generation vampire before the divine descent was over.

The Pope raised his scepter, and his eyes that were originally filled with vicissitudes of life were now filled with majestic and sacred golden light. He raised his scepter high and turned to look at Xuan Yuan, with a serious expression, noble but ruthless, with the unique look of a god. The lofty meaning: "You must be Sylvester Ansel, the fourth generation prince of the blood clan, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Yuan had no intention of paying attention to him and had already taken action on his own. He swept up the six Dukes who were flying crookedly with the wind, and directed them towards the Xuan Yuan behind the Pope who was broken open. He threw it out of the entrance of the mountain trail with a huge gap: "You six, join forces to catch the escaped church members!"

Xuan Yuan only planned to let these six people go. As for the vampires who were too timid to stay outside the valley and didn't dare to get close, forget it, they were too useless. He didn't expect them to be of any use at all, so they just rolled up blood outside the valley. The fog creates an outnumbered formation to put pressure on the enemy, and then let the onlookers shout 666.

Six bats of different sizes were blown by the strong wind and thrown into the mountain path leading to the bottom of the mountain at extremely fast speeds. A trace of anger and anger flashed across the Pope's eyes. He raised his scepter and struck directly with the Holy Light. He struck at the six bats wrapped together by the wind.

However, before the attack filled with the strong aura of holy light fell on the Duke of Rhine and others, Xuan Yuan appeared behind the Pope in an instant, standing in front of the large gap created by his bombardment, blocking the Pope's way. Behind Xuan Yuan, six bats were caught in the long wind and sent directly to the depths of the path, chasing the church people.

The astonishingly powerful Holy Light Slash came down. Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his head and looked at the majestic huge sword that was completely condensed with Holy Light. He raised his right hand slightly, and Xuan Yuan directly used his pale and slender sword. Use your palms to welcome this terrifying blow filled with the aura of holy light.

Seeing Xuan Yuan looking for death, the Pope, who still had half of the body control, showed ridicule and expectation in his eyes. He laughed at Xuan Yuan's self-righteousness for thinking that he could take this Holy Light Slash, and looked forward to this extraordinary person in the Vampire Clan. The fourth-generation prince of high status fell under this holy light slash, and was completely reduced to ashes in the holy light.

However, the Pope's expectations were disappointed. As the Holy Light Slash fell, the thin, slender, well-defined, and delicate right hand that looked more like a work of art caught the falling blade of the Holy Light Slash. Then the Pope saw with helpless eyes that The huge long knife that was completely condensed by holy light was so easily shattered into millions of golden fragments of holy light under Xuan Yuan's gentle grip.

"The art of descending from the gods... is nothing more than that." He crushed the Holy Light Slash in an understatement. Xuan Yuan couldn't help but shook his head slightly with a bit of disappointment and sighed, "A weak and old body cannot carry the gods. Even if you forcefully use your thoughts and power to burn your soul, the strength you can exert is just this."

With a bit of indifference in his eyes, Xuan Yuan raised his hand and pointed slightly, and said to the "Pope" who had both the god and the pope in his body: "It couldn't be easier to kill you."

In the eyes filled with golden light, the majestic and ethereal eyes were shining brightly. When the pope's appearance was aging at a rapid speed, the god finally said: "The power of time...are you back?"