"No!"

Feeling the rapid annihilation of the vitality of the body, Pope Sith roared lowly. The moment before the sword energy completely tore his body into pieces, he practiced the thick true energy for countless years. At the same time, he exploded. He actually completely destroyed the sword energy that was wantonly destroyed, regardless of whether the internal organs in his body could withstand it.

In fact...

The internal organs have long been broken, and whether to bear it or not is no longer the point. Only those with strong sword spirit realm can support such serious injuries. If a sword saint or even the Mahayana sword force is completely dead.

"Bang!"

It seemed as if the deep true energy of a counterattack against the death, surged out of the Sith Pope's body. The Ruosheng sword that pierced into his body was shaken out in one fell swoop. At the same time, the internal organs were almost completely broken, and the injuries of the Sith Pope's body were not much lighter.

After shaking Wang Ting out, due to the mobilization of the true energy, the Sith Pope's body was also burned with all internal organs. His entire body seemed to be torn to pieces by the invading true energy. His powerful body was actually backed back by the aftermath of the shocking force and could hardly stand firmly. After several steps in a row, he stabilized his retreating body with the support of the sword body of the Holy Sword of Light.

Just as he stabilized his body, Pope Sith's face turned pale. The next moment, a mouthful of blood mixed with a large amount of internal organs had already been spit out of his mouth, and the blood was spit out. He was extremely weak, pressing the Holy Sword of Light with both hands, as if he wanted to lean his entire center of gravity on this divine sword.

Not only that, the backlash caused by the unstable sword intent shocked his spirit, making the sword intent that he had finally been promoted to have a tendency to be knocked down, and all the thoughts in the spiritual world cannot be operated at all.

Compared with the collapse of the Sith Pope's sword intent, only by relying on the Holy Sword of Light can we stand firm, the situation of the royal court is even more miserable.

When he was shocked by the Sith Pope, he was already trying his best to control his body. He did not directly hit the ground. However, when his feet fell to the ground, a large amount of blood mixed with internal organs was still spitting out of his mouth, and his whole body seemed to have no choice but to his feet, because the blood spitting out, which affected the injuries in his body, and he couldn't stand firm. He staggered, half-kneeled, and completely leaned against the support of Ruosheng Sword, so that he would not fall completely.

At the same time, because all the spiritual power was turned into a blow, the sword intent of the Siths was burned. His spirit had been completely consumed. Even if he stood firm, his brain would be dizzy and almost fell down. If he had not had extremely unbearable beliefs, he would have fallen into a coma.

The two separated.

The result that appeared at this moment was an extremely tragic loss.

...

"Both losers!"

"The sword energy enters the body, and the five internal organs are all broken. Don't talk about the sword saint. Even a strong sword art powerhouse will suffer severe damage."

"Pope Sith's injuries are definitely not much less serious at this moment. Especially when he looks at his current appearance, he can't even maintain his standing?"

"Because of the King's Court... Xue Jianbei, our Daxue Mountain Holy Land has an indelible hatred with him. We must understand it. Now, I want to kill him is definitely the best opportunity!"

Seeing the two people standing up difficult, the Lord of the Polar Land, the elders of the Snowfield Empire, Xue Wuhen, Li Xiaoyun, Xia Wushang, Ascetic Saint King and others, they reacted almost at the same time from the battle representing the peak and tragic, and their eyes were flashing with inexplicable cold light.

However, none of the two fell completely at the moment. They didn't know whether the other party still had the ability to fight back. Although they were already in a state of murderous intent, they still endured it without any action.

"call!"

Pope Sith, Pro, looked at the royal court half-kneeled on the ground with his sword of Ruosheng. Although he looked weak, his face had a majesty as if he was detached.

"Wang Ting... you are very outstanding, very outstanding, but... you want to change my throne to the world's number one throne... you want to provoke the majesty of the most powerful person in the continent, you... are still a little short of it!"

Pro said.

His words were very slow, as if every word he said would take a lot of effort.

He was also trembling slightly. If it weren't for the fact that most of his center of gravity was leaning against the Holy Sword of Light in his hand, he would probably not be able to stand up.

"A little worse?"

Wang Ting stretched out his right hand, facing the ground, supporting his body, as if he wanted to stand up again from a half-kneeling posture.

However, this slight movement made him tremble slightly as if he was shaking his body.

The pain of all the internal organs in his body was as weak as he could have fallen completely, and he would have fallen into a coma at any time, fall to the ground, like a loser, never wake up again.

The human spirit is a whole, and the weakness of the body will naturally affect the condensation of the spirit. In addition, if he collided head-on with the sword intent of the Sith Pope, his spirit was extremely exhausted and could not give him any help in the process of standing up. Therefore, he did not stand up in this attempt.

The Pope Sith stood in front of him, and although he was standing with the help of the Divine Sword of Light, he was standing.

It was like a winner, looking down at him, a loser who was half kneeling on the ground and could not even stand up in a condescending manner!

The victory or defeat of this showdown is already obvious here.

Although he did not fall completely, he had lost the ability to stand up.

"it's over!"

The Sith Pope said.

In his tone, there was weakness and fatigue that could not be concealed, and it seemed that he would fall down again at any time.

But dignity...

The dignity of the most powerful person in the continent!

The dignity of Pope Sith Pro does not allow him to fall before the victory or defeat is truly decided.

"Finish?"

Wang Ting raised his head with difficulty, as if he moved his neck slightly, which triggered the completely collapsed wound in his body, which would cause unpredictable reluctance.

Looking at the Pope Sith standing in front of him, he was arrogant and arrogant. He wanted to speak, but he found that even a word seemed to cause a chain reaction, causing the broken body to completely fall into death.

"End? I haven't fallen yet, this battle is not over!"

No words.

Just a belief revealed by a look can clearly express all meanings.

Shiver.

As this belief was passed on, Wang Ting's whole body began to tremble.

Although his figure was swaying in the wind, as if he could not even maintain a half-kneeling posture at all times, he was still trembling, constantly trembling, desperately using all the power that could be used on his body to force himself to stand up.

"Rong Ting!"

Seeing this scene, Koros, Xia Wushang and others exclaimed at the same time.

"His Majesty the Pope!"

Everyone in the Sith Empire couldn't help but take a step forward. If it weren't for the Ascetic Saint King's lack of any indication, some sword saints would have been unable to resist going forward and take Pope Sith.

The eyes of the people from the Snowfield Empire were flashing in their eyes at the same time, and their eyes were constantly looking at Kolos, Li Xiaoyun, Ascetic Saint King and others.

Now, it is the best opportunity to kill the royal court and the Sith Pope. As long as they kill the two, their Snowfield Empire will have the hope of re-stabilizing the dominance of the Western continent and restoring the supreme glory of that year. They will never fail to do anything.

However, killing the royal court and the Pope of the Sith will definitely have to bear the crazy revenge of the two major forces. This must be fully prepared. It is best to inspire hatred between ASEAN and the Sith Empire, let both sides fight in full swing, and let the fishermen of the Snowfield Empire benefit...

"End!? This is not the end! If I don't get the best in the world, I will never give up easily!"

Wang Ting's arms were constantly trembling, and every inch of his body was forced out by him, supporting him, allowing his knees to leave the ground little by little, standing, and standing upright to his body.

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the Sith, who remained unmoved, condensed slightly, full of incredibleness.

Stand up!

Stand up!

A little bit, a little bit!

Wang Ting's figure slowly stood up in this crazy tremor.

"No one! No one can stop me! Before becoming the world's number one, no one can stop me, there is no danger, and I can defeat me!"

The powerful beliefs are constantly gathering in the spiritual world of the royal court, inspiring all the potential in his body, making him seem to be burning his spirit and life, and with the glory transformed by all the burning, he stands up and impacts the glory of the world's number one!

"I am the royal court! My royal court is destined to be the number one in the world. On this road, no one can stop me, no one can make me fall down! No one! The Juekong Sword Saint is not good, the Sith Pope is not good, even if it is you... this sad body, Wang Court, you can't!"

"Crack!"

A slight sound kept coming from the royal court.

Accompanied by a low and hissing roar, Wang Ting's figure finally completed its transformation from that kind of bend, stood up in one fell swoop, and stood up steadily. Although he was trembling constantly during the standing process, the trembling figure gave people a sense of determination to stand tall, as if it would never fall, and the belief that he would never fall, just stood there, without giving in, looking directly at the Sith Pope.

"you……"

Pope Sith looked at the royal court with a nearly crazy belief burning in front of him, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
Chapter completed!