"God willing?"

Pope Sith Pro looked at Wang Ting and others who had already reached the storm and talked to themselves.

He, the most powerful man in the continent, has never believed in heaven or fate. However, in order to completely kill Wang Ting, the most powerful legendary swordsman who is expected to reach the Great Perfection Realm, he has already used a series of methods. He even used taboo techniques and used a killing sword against him...............

But under this circumstance, the royal court still did not die.

In the later stage, he swallowed a task that was extremely dangerous and obtained the Tiandi Bijiu, restored his strength and shocked the Lord of the Polar Land and Xue Wuhen, causing their alliance to collapse in one fell swoop, leaving only five swordsman-level powerful men, and they were also defeated soldiers. In this case, the overall situation was already decided, but...

Lord Storm appears!

A powerful god, Lord Storm!

Moreover, less than a moment after this Storm Lord appeared, he had already locked his will on him.

Although he was the most powerful one in everyone and was most likely to attract the hostility of this god, the scene where the Storm Lord seemed to have come to help Wang Ting and others escape the danger still gave him a strong impact.

This kind of impact is almost like trying to shake the absolute belief that he, the most powerful man in the mainland, has cultivated over decades.

"Can Wang Ting and others really be favored by destiny? Even if I, the sword saint with the Mahayana sword force, can't do anything to him, a small and powerful legendary swordsman? In the future, he will be destined to replace me and become the new strongest man in the mainland?"

The thoughts in the general mind were shaking, and his heart seemed to have doubts about himself.

However, the most powerful person in the continent is the most powerful person in the continent.

How amazing is Pope Pro, the Sith?

When everyone's lifelong eyes were only focused on the realm of the Sword Saint, he was already above the Sword Saint, completely cultivating the sword force to the Mahayana, and began to sprint towards the realm of the sword intent.

The halo of the most powerful man in the mainland for countless years has made his mood sharpened as if steel had produced an absolute will.

Supported by this absolute will, he firmly believed that no one in the entire continent could surpass him, no one could truly become his enemy, and threaten his existence, even if Mu Qingshuang, who had peeked at the threshold of the sword intent, was no exception.

She could see the threshold of sword intent, and she could!

She can comprehend the sword intent, and he can do it too!

Beyond!

Beyond!

Continuously transcend oneself, transcend all the strong men who try to be the number one throne in the continent and try to provoke his status, and throw them far behind so that they can see their distance from him, thus completely despair.

"A powerful legendary swordsman, not even the sword saint, and he has not even started practicing the sword force. The greatest threat to the Great Perfection has not been melted into one. How can such a junior threaten me? Besides, even if he integrates the eight major fields into one, he can cultivate the Great Perfection, and so what if he is promoted to the sword saint realm? So what if he has cultivated the sword force like me? He is breaking through, I am also breaking through, and I am also constantly surpassing. He practices the sword force, I will practice the sword intent, and he practices the sword intent, and I have already completed the sword intent, and forever, no one can shake my existence! Because, I am Pro! The most powerful man in the continent!" The powerful spiritual belief was inspiring in Prolu's mind, and a terrifying fighting spirit continued to rise on him. Some confusion and confusion that originally existed in his mind disappeared at this moment!

"Lord of Storm is a divine object born from the Storm. Their will is not a strong point. The key lies in their innate ability to control the Storm. Rumors, only those who truly understand the sword will can compete with this kind of divine creature and kill this kind of divine creature!" Prou ​​looked up at the void, looking at the dense clouds and thunderstorms above his head that had already covered his body. The belief in his mind was like a divine sword that pierced the sky, causing a huge vortex of vitality, rushing wildly, as if he was officially declaring war on the terrifying and powerful creature of Storm Lord.

"A creature that can only be killed by a strong sword intent. Today, I, Pro, will create this miracle! As long as I achieve sword intent, the so-called great perfection of the eight major realms is just a false end!" "Room!" Thunder burst out.

Feeling the signal of declaration of war on Pope Sith, the Storm Lord, who was hidden in the storm, was furious and transformed into a huge human-shaped face in the void. The face was hundreds of meters tall, and it roared with thunder. A large amount of lightning and flames spewed out from the eyes and mouth of the face, as if a powerful to destructive force was brewing in it.

The Sith Pope, who stood on this face, was as small as an ant, but Lou Hun had the will of fighting soaring into the sky. The powerful sword continued to rise from his body, slashed into the void, and constantly collided with the landing thunder, exploded, and shattered into nothingness.

At this moment, his mind was no longer ASEAN, the Snowfield Empire, the Sith Empire, the Mu Qingshuang who had peeked at the threshold of sword intent, and even more, there was no royal court that had cultivated all eight major fields to the peak realm.

Lord of the Storm!

In his vision, in his mind, in his spiritual world, only this Storm Lord who is known as comprehension of the sword intent can defeat and kill!

"Kill!" "Boom!" Accompanied by a violent explosion and a long roar that penetrated into the sky, the huge face of hundreds of meters suddenly carried a terrifying thunder, falling from the sky, sweeping up a large number of black clouds and lightning, and surging down. The next moment, the Pope Sith, the most powerful man in the continent, had already swallowed all "The Lord Storm and Pope Sith faced each other!?"

"Who does Pope Sith think he is? Lord Storm and humans are not at the same level of life at all. Sword Saint, extraordinary saint, is a powerful force in their power. The level of life is still that humans have not undergone essential changes, but Lord Storm is already a god, a powerful creature that is completely different from humans. Faced with this kind of creature, even if Pope Sith is the most powerful person on the continent, there is still only one way to die."

"Fallen, fall, Pope Sith, falls in the hands of Lord Storm, so that the crisis of our ASEAN and our Snowfield Empire will collapse from now on."

Xifeng Lie, Kelus, Li Xiaoyun and others, who had already rushed to the storm, had these thoughts flashed in their minds at the same time.

In particular, Li Xiaoyun hopes that Pope Sis's actions of overestimating themselves to challenge Lord Storm will cause him a fatal disaster. If Pope Sis really dies at the hands of Lord Storm, the Sis Empire's leader will definitely not be able to attack ASEAN in a short time. As long as they do not attack ASEAN in a short time, ASEAN will have a breathing time, and let the royal court, who intends to attack the Great Perfection of the Eight Major Countries, grow up until then, the master of the entire continent will completely miss the Pope Sis and fall on their ASEAN's shoulders.

"Do we have to wait for a while to see who wins and loses the Sith Pope or Lord Storm?" Li Xiaoyun said this even more with the idea.

"Wait? Wait for the result of Pope Sith and Lord Storm?"

"Yes, we left the Storm Lord far away with the speed of the patrol warships, and at the same time, we can also monitor the Sith Pope. If the Sith Pope escapes from the Storm Lord by chance, it will definitely be seriously injured. At that time, we can definitely kill the most powerful man in the mainland without any mistakes."

"this……"

Xi Fenglie paused slightly, obviously he was a little moved.

"Wang Ting! Let's go!"

Mu Qingshuang said to Wang Ting, his tone full of coldness: "It doesn't matter if you die, don't implicate me."

Wang Ting glanced at Mu Qingshuang, then looked at Pope Sith, who had disappeared from the thunder cloud storm and could not see his figure. He said nothing, and rushed directly into the depths of the clouds with Mu Qingshuang.

"Rong Ting!"

Seeing the royal court that was about to leave, Koros quickly shouted.

"I advise you, based on the information I found from ancient books, Lord Storm has always been a group god!"

Mu Qingshuang glanced at Colos coldly and flew directly into the depths of the clouds.

“Social creatures?”

"A Storm Lord is no less than a strong man in the sword spirit realm. If a group of Storm Lords......" Xi Feng Lie, who was originally a little moved, seemed to be planning to stay, suddenly changed his face.

"Go quickly and return to the position of the patrol warship, drive the patrol warship, and we will return to ASEAN!" Li Xiaoyun also shouted loudly, crossing the clouds, avoiding the will of the Storm Lord, and intending to circle the void where the patrol warship was docking.

"Boom!"

Almost to verify the authenticity of Mu Qingshuang's words, the sky in the far north, which was already filled with dark clouds, was once again filled with a thick layer of black clouds, and the thunder that had not appeared before.

Lightning suddenly burst out from the surface, making loud bangs and spreading in this direction at an extremely fast speed.

Not only the north, but also the dark sky in the west, there was a thundering lightning. It was like a thunderstorm that destroyed everything, brewing rapidly. A large number of tornadoes hovered in the thunderstorm, shook the void with the lightning, and it was obvious that another powerful creature was coming at an extremely fast speed.

"Lord of Storm, two more Lords of Storm!" Seeing the changes in the vitality at the end of the world, Xifeng Lie, Li Xiaoyun and others suddenly changed their faces.

Lord Storm, that is an existence that even Pope Sith's powerful swordsman, cannot resist. In the face of this Holy Spirit, which is nurtured by the divine power of heaven and earth, these sword saints do not have any decent power of resistance at all.

"The current strategy is to escape separately!" "The only way is to escape. One can escape is one. After all, there are only two Storm Lords. The five of us still have hope of survival!"

"Everyone, take care of yourself."

Xifeng Liekou had more than one stroke, and immediately chose a direction and rushed into the clouds.
Chapter completed!