This aura is deadly

Faralis's steps were quick and nimble, and the flaming sword bit towards the Pope's throat. The tip of the sword was as red as if it had been quenched by fire.

The Pope used his left hand to resist with the sword with an ominous purple halo. He used the lower third of the sword blade to touch Faralis' flaming sword. The blades of the two swords were intertwined and sparks were generated from friction.

With a crisp sound, Faralis's sword moved away from its target and struck the Pope's left ear, cutting off several strands of his long hair. At the same time, the ruthless heat also left its mark on the Pope's cheek. A red burn mark.

Almost at the same time, the blue sword in the Pope's right hand stabbed Faralis in the lower abdomen. The blue light on the sword flickered like it was pulsing from the inside out.

Faralis stopped her forward inertia with her left foot, then stopped her attack and jumped back.

However, there was still one step missing. The blue sword was like a scorpion's sting, biting a hole in the white wedding dress on Faralise's abdomen and piercing her lower abdomen, leaving a finger-long and half-finger deep hole. Wound.

Faralis frowned, narrowed her right eye, and gritted her back teeth. The unclean flames of the blue sword followed the wound and penetrated into her internal organs.

The wound looked like a uniform bright orange with the cap of a bottle unscrewed, and pools of blood spurted out. At the same time, the skin around the wound began to undergo alienation, and ominous blue lines slowly extended around the body.

"oh……"

Faralis let out a soft cry, punched the sword on the ground, and covered the wound on her lower abdomen with her left hand. The blood stained the white gauze gloves red.

The Pope approached Faralis, his two swords were like giant scissors, trying to cut off Faralis' head.

Faralis snorted coldly, raised the sword upwards with her right hand, brought up a wave of flames, and ignited a fireball in the palm of her left hand, hitting the Pope.

The fireball was the size of a basketball, and the bright light emitted from the center of the sphere was like a car headlight. The hot and bright ball exploded close to the Pope's face, making a sound that Chen Ke could not describe. He absolutely did not want to be hit by anything.

The Pope's figure collapsed and turned into a purple shadow, and then completely collapsed. But at the same time, a black shadow drew an arc from the ground and circled behind Faralis.

The black shadow suddenly turned into a ball of black smoke and condensed into the Pope's body. He stabbed Faralis in the back with his two swords.

Faralis had just finished casting the spell, and before she could turn around, she was stabbed from behind by two big swords. She just heard a muffled groan, and a blue big sword penetrated from her lower right abdomen, and the other The colored one comes out from the upper left abdomen.

"Ah...ha..."

Faralis rolled her eyes and groaned in pain. Her mouth formed an O-shape and spurted out a mouthful of blood, splattering on her chest and neck.

The Pope held the sword tightly with both hands and raised it up. He strung Faralis on the sword and lifted it into the air. There was a clang sound. Faralis let go of her right hand and her sword fell to the ground.

The light of the two big swords slowly increased, and even Chen Ke could hear the sound of energy pulsing, with purple and blue halos intertwined.

With a sound of "Bang!", the two swords exploded with energy, blowing away Faralis who was strung on them.

Faralis fell to the ground and rolled twice. The white wedding dress was burned to pieces by the energy pulse. The remaining fabric was tightly clinging to her body and was stained red by blood.

The Pope walked slowly towards Faralise who was lying on the ground, stood beside her, held the blue sword behind her back, and thrust it into her chest.

At this time, a blue crystallized gun flew over, knocking the purple sword out of the Pope's hand, and inserted it into the statue of the blindfolded goddess nearby.

The Pope looked at the door and saw that the silver knight who had pushed in just now was not burned to death.

"+120 hours"

"+120 hours"

"+120 hours"

"+120 hours"

"+120 hours"

…

A huge murderous aura rushed towards Chen Ke. Although he didn't know if he could defeat this guy, it would not be a good thing for Chen Ke if Faralis was killed by the Pope.

If Faralis really cut off the Pope's head, then these things should not happen now. Because no matter how you look at it, Faralise can't beat the Pope.

"There is actually an ant that has been missed... How did you learn the Black Ring Sect's spells?" the Pope asked with great interest.

"You will know after searching on Baidu." Chen Ke put up his shield.

"Hmph... You don't think you are always so lucky, do you? The flames can't burn you, so let the darkness devour you..." The Pope said coldly, turning into a black shadow and shrinking into the floor.

Chen Ke knew what the Pope was going to do, and he started running in an arc, always alert to his surroundings. He didn't know whether the Pope's actions were spells or something, but they certainly wouldn't let him stay underground without restriction.

As long as he runs, he can delay the Pope's actions and prevent him from choosing the right moment to take action.

Suddenly, the floor beneath my feet glowed blue.

Chen Ke was startled. Even though he was wearing a heavy silver knight armor, he forced himself to jump forward and rolled forward in an awkward manner.

"Bang!"

The next second after Chen Ke jumped out, the Pope pierced through the blue light with his sword in both hands. Chen Ke knelt down on one knee and protected his body with a shield. If he had been slower just now, he might have been killed.

He put the sword on the ground, grabbed a crystallized gun in his right hand, and threw it towards the Pope.

The pope instantly dodged to the right, letting the crystallized gun fly past his broad sleeves.

"What a shame!" Chen Ke cursed secretly and reached out to pick up the sword on the ground.

At this moment, the Pope stood in front of Chen Ke and raised a sword to his head. Chen Ke subconsciously raised his shield to block it. His whole body was thrown away and he hit the wall with a groan.

He fell to the ground and found that his left arm was dislocated and his shoulders were drooping. The shield tied to his forearm was dangling at a weird angle, and a deep sword mark was cut out of the shield.

The force of that blow was enough to split an ordinary person in half. Chen Ke took a deep breath, and his left shoulder made a rattling sound. He moved his arms, reconnected his forearm, and spat out the blood in his mouth.

"This is not your battle, knight!" Faralis roared angrily at this moment, her body floating in the air, wrapped in flames, and only the color of flames remained in her eyes.

The Pope turned around and was not surprised when he saw Faralise's appearance at this moment.

"It's this...the descendant of the Flame Witch, the power of the demon seed, the fire...that once burned in the abyss..." The Pope murmured to himself and stretched out his left hand.

I saw the big purple sword stuck on the statue. The handle of the sword shook for a moment, and then with a swish sound, it turned back into the Pope's hand.

"It can still be like this..." Chen Ke was stunned and suddenly envied the Pope.

"Knight...either run away now, or help me kill this demon." Faralis said.

Chen Ke stood up slowly, having made up his mind.