Chapter 390 (2/2)

The church only needs faith. The flame lion royal family is still the royal family, and there will be no change in power. ”

Pope Joseph turned a blind eye to Zhao Shi's words and looked at Gregory III with a strong intention of killing.

Gregory III did not answer in a hurry, but gasped for a long time. Jane said, ”all the land and wealth in the present church belong to the priests. The Knights are the lower class. The flame lion will always be the king of all the people.”

It doesn't matter what you say, what you do.

”Well, die! Holy light

Pope Joseph's cold sentence, the body of light holy power recklessly overdraft, skin wrinkles visible to the naked eye deepened, hair a little gray, the origin of life dropped a lot.

He began to consume his own life which was not much, and broke out the last resort.

The angel with the sword flapped his white wings, and a holy light came down from the sky and shone on it, just like an emissary who came from heaven to save the world.

Under the light of the holy light, the weak breath of the sword holding Angel began to recover, the body became solid, the wings were shining, and the white flame on the holy sword was bright.

”Purification!”

The golden light shrouded Zhao and Shi, weakening their power to suppress them. There were regular voices of prayer around them, and the empty shadow of devout believers worshipping in the tall church.In the light, the angel's wings flutter, a small and sharp golden light penetrates everything and stabs at Gregory III.

”Rush to the peak!”

Gregory III roared and got rid of the sword like erosion of the sea of blood. The golden red flame on his body was brighter. Regardless of Zhao Shi, he rode the horse to take the lead in charge, and instinctively acted as the role of flesh shield.

This is the fighting method of knights. It is difficult to dodge cleverly. Every attack is hard, sharp to sharp, and there is no retreat. It is not that there is any trust in Zhao Shi.

Zhao Shi did not let Gregory III die in the hands of Pope Joseph, he could not beat him alone.

The crunching body of the skeleton combined with the blood lotus sword again, mobilized the big array to turn into a sharp sword light, then sent first, and slashed obliquely on the tiny golden holy light.

His arm and body were shocked at the same time, and he was hurt secretly. After confirming that he had consumed half of his strength, Zhao Shi did not hesitate to take any more force.

Boom!

The light weakened by Zhao Shi collided with the flame lance, and Gregory III was forced back three steps. A large amount of golden red flame broke up, and the sharp and solid holy light was also turned into a golden light.

The white light flashed, and there was no chance for them to recover. The sword in the hand of the angel with the sword slashed at the neck of Gregory III, and the holy light around the angel was isolated from the inside and outside.

Bang! At once, there was a sound of glass breaking, and a red flying sword broke through the thin light protection, and the flame lance was cut on the holy flame sword at the same time.

Both of them were forced back at the same time, but at the same time they killed back recklessly.

Although the absolute strength is much weaker than the original, the tragic meaning is several times stronger.

They are all arrogant and arrogant. They think that they are the masters of the plane. They can't surrender to others. They are willing to be their wings. This is worse than killing them.

After fighting for a long time, the aura is constantly collapsing, and the battle traces which are originally invisible to the naked eye gradually become visible to the Ning Zhen environment.

The light is shining. The angel holding the sword burns the holy white flame sword, easily cuts through their already weak shields and cuts into their bodies.

”Kill!”

At the same time, Gregory III and Zhao Shi roared at the same time, their faces ferocious and crazy, regardless of their own life and death.

The sword light and the lance were in full swing. The sword light with endless blood cut the left shoulder of the angel's feather and tore its wings. The flaming lance thrust wildly into the sword holding angel's abdomen.