Chapter 388 (2/2)

When the red sword was about to land and more than ten meters away from the ground, the red aura around the sword was blurred, revealing Zhao Shi's embarrassed figure.

More than a hundred flying swords around, including eight magic level flying swords, fell like pieces of garbage iron and fell on the ground, making a jingling sound.

The sword is badly damaged, so is the man.

Zhao Shi's face was extremely pale, his clothes were ragged, and there were dense wounds. Blood and heterogeneous energy flowed along his wound, and soon his whole body was dyed red.

The most serious wound was in the left arm, which was cut off by the sword in the hands of the holy sword holding angel, leaving only a layer of flesh left for the arm to hang on the shoulder.

Even if the opponent's attack has been interrupted by the intention of Blood Sea sword, this kind of attack launched with plane consciousness is not something that can be easily accepted.

”Truce, how?”

Since entering the game, Zhao Shi, who has been open to 100% pain since entering the game, ignores his wound. His right arm takes the only blood lotus sword left around him. His killing intention is fierce and overflows in his eyes, forming a red light like blood.

Gregory III and Pope Joseph, opposite him, were not much better.Two stronger than Zhao Shi join hands to attack, plus the auxiliary attack of superior consciousness. This kind of terrible combination is fully qualified to receive friar Yuanying's random attack.

If it wasn't for their weakness in mental attack, Zhao Shi would not have a chance to survive if he had not been caught by Zhao Shi and deeply interrupted their joint terrorist attack and pulled them to fight at the same level as himself.

”Heresy, Lord's shepherd dog is not afraid of death. You can't escape.”

Pope Joseph's face was pale and his breath fell to the extreme. The figure of the holy sword holding angel in front of him almost turned transparent. There were countless red filament like scars on his body, and the sense of killing sword was filled with every drop.

On the other side, Gregory, who plays the role of meat shield, is more miserable. A bowl size wound appears on his right chest. The dark red sword Qi is destroyed in it. It is necessary to consume the internal fighting spirit to suppress it, or his body will become an explosive blood cell in an instant.

”Good.”

After Pope Joseph refused, the blood light in Zhao Shi's eyes became extremely cold. He turned his eyes to Gregory III, and his crazy killing intention almost condensed into substance.

The two men firmly look at Gregory III at the same time, full of the meaning of immortality, which makes Gregory III feel a little cold.

If he wants to retreat at this time, or is unwilling to contribute, the battle should be able to stop.

After all, even if Pope Joseph is crazy, he can't fight Zhao Shi with a great chance of falling by himself, so that he can pick up a bargain nearby.

”For a while...”

After pondering for a long time, Gregory III finally decided to give up the plan to kill Zhao Shi now. He is a secular emperor, not a religious madman like Pope Joseph, who can ignore everything in order to kill the enemy.

At this time, a warm golden light fell from the sky and fell on Gregory III, slightly recovering from his injury.

In particular, the red sword Qi which destroyed his body all the time gathered a lot of holy light, which greatly dissipated their strength and liberated a lot of fighting spirit in Gregory III.

Pope Joseph's low singing stopped, and the body of the holy sword holding angel was blurred.

”Kill!”

Gregory III said no more. He drank a little, and stirred the flame horse under his command and more than a dozen flame Knights left behind. A fierce breath filled all directions, including the nearby Pope Joseph.

Perhaps the future name of the light and dark plane can be determined today.