Chapter 491: The old pope has something to do, he is in trouble

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Li Tianluo's last four sentences were sandwiched against his own unique and powerful voice, and instantly pulled all the fighters whose eyes were still on the throne of the God of Fighting Back to reality. Seeing many people staring at the huge ancient seat, many fighters who remained awake showed disdainful smiles. They knew very well that although the chair was so quiet on everyone's heads, there was only one person who could really sit on them. Without Ling Tian's advanced strength, don't think about having the opportunity to sit on them. Just daydreaming for a while. As a human being, you still have to weigh how much you have.

Of course, there are also many unruly people. Needless to say, the older generation is, young people always have the same feeling of strong desire to win and prove themselves. For example, Ares of the Greek gods, Florentino of the Napoleon family, and Asura of the Indian gods. On the contrary, Li Xiao himself is not very interested in this chair, because Li Xiao never thought of ascending to this tiring position from the beginning to the end. He hopes to live an ordinary life with his wife and children, stay with his parents, his beloved wife and his beloved son every day and enjoy a beautiful life of family happiness. When he has the opportunity, his family will go out to travel around the world and travel around famous mountains and rivers. If he has the chance, he will also bring three or five brothers out to occasionally find beautiful girls to tease him. He will have a dandy young master. This is what Li Xiao wants most at the moment.

However, this goal must be based on the premise that the Li family won the title of "Fighting God". Therefore, although Li Xiao is not the most passionate about the position of Fighting God, he is stronger than everyone's desire to obtain the position of Fighting God.

It doesn’t matter who does it, but the position of the God of Fighting must be from me in China. Others, Hum, stay wherever you cool, well, here it’s very cool!

After Li Tianluo announced the war as the descendants of the God of Fighting began, the fighters who participated in the national dispute war consciously distanced themselves from Lingtian fighters who participated in the position of the God of Fightinging. Compared with the God of Fightinging, the number of fighters who participated in the national dispute war was much higher. The fighters in many countries had no strength to touch the highest throne, but their country's life in the outside world was not calm, and they often suffered from wars and even bullied by powerful countries. The battle of state disputes became the best opportunity for these fighters to counterattack. Therefore, the fighters in many countries did not hesitate to block their lives and refused the temptation of the lofty throne and also wanted to participate in the battle of state disputes.

Fighters are also human beings, and they also love their country. They have no choice but to fight for their country!

When the fighters involved in the national dispute war were automatically separated, the competition officially began. Li Tianluo was about to announce the rules of the competition with the Lingtian Book, but suddenly a gentle cough came from the audience.

The voice was not loud, but Li Tianluo frowned fiercely. Although the Li family was not as good as before, it did not drop much. At this time, even if it was a provocation to Li Tianluo himself, everyone looked at him and wanted to see who was so bold that he was so bold to provoke a strong master at this time. However, when they found the target, they returned to peace, and some fighters looked as if they were taken for granted, because the old man with white hair and spotless white robes was definitely qualified to do so.

"Head of the Li family, I'm sorry for interrupting your speech rudely!"

Old Pope Paul Villa coughed twice and walked to the front with a sorry look, and he stretched out his hand to beat the smiling person. Since he apologized first, Li Tianluo couldn't say anything. His frowning brows immediately stretched out. After all, this old guy was also a fighter who had fought with his father and even his grandfather. One of the oldest people here, he said Li Tianluo naturally could not turn against him, so he had to ask lightly: "What do you want to say in His Majesty the Pope?"

The voice was calm, but those who were familiar with Li Tianluo knew that Lord Aoxian was dissatisfied because Li Tianluo did not return the gift or looked at the old pope. This made the fighters in the Holy See all the angry hearts, but they also suppressed them. They were not crazy enough to think they could fight Aoxian alone.

The old pope didn't care about this, but smiled indifferently: "According to the past, in order to determine the outcome as soon as possible, the battle between the God of Fighting and the national disputes were held together, but this year is not as good as in previous years. The fighters participating in this session have almost caught up with the previous sessions, so I hereby suggest that the rules of this battle be slightly modified."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was silent. Even the fighters who had entered the fighting world for the first time were breathing a breath and jumping tightly. The eyes just wandered back and forth between the old Pope and Li Tianluo. Everyone knew that the rules of the fighting world were made by the ancestors of the first fighting god Li family. No one had any objections to this for hundreds of years. Even in the era when the position of the fighting god was empty, any major decision was gathered together to discuss and vote. However, no one had any objections to the iron in the fighting world over the years. But today, the old pope said it in front of all the fighters, saying so peacefully. It would be fine if he said it to others, but this was said in front of Li Tianluo and saying such words to other descendants. This was not to agree with the ancestors of the fighting god Li family. Such disrespect is like slapping the Li family in the face!

Some people's hearts were almost in their throats. They seemed to have seen that the sky was full of dark clouds, just about to be storm, the mountain collapse, and the water was flowing backwards. Before the war started, the two powerful men in the world would decide their lives and death because of this. This conference was really getting more and more lively! Looking back at the fighters in China, they were as cold as the ice inside the ice. Although they did not use their true energy, their murderous intent was full of faces, staring at the fighters in the Holy See. The fighters in the Holy See were not to be outdone. Under the leadership of the chief and deputy commander of the Knights of the Sin, everyone glared back without hesitation, and they held them tightly on the hilt of the sword with one hand. As long as the words of His Majesty, they would definitely draw out the sharp sword and attack their opponents without hesitation.

The atmosphere, which was originally quite harmonious at the beginning, suddenly fell to freezing point because of the shocking words of the old pope. Before the war started, the two major forces were already at odds. Some irrelevant people quickly moved aside and gloated and watched the show. They were even more eager to see the anger between the two groups of people. The fisherman was fighting for profit, and they were all waiting to be fisherman!

At this moment, someone in the Chinese camp suddenly let out a cold snorkeling, the sound was not loud but enough for everyone to hear it clearly.

"Hmph, I don't take such a person if I seek death!"

Then a lazy figure came out of the Chinese camp, without taking the murderous aura in the eyes of the Holy See, and walked to Li Tianluo with great strides, leaning against the martial arts stage, looking at the old pope lazyly: "Are you sure you were not confused when you spoke just now?"

It was no one else but Li Xiao. When the old pope said that, Li Xiao knew that this old guy was going to make something again. Li Xiao, who was already very upset, finally had a reason to come forward to fight back.

Facing Li Xiao's question, before his subordinates got angry, the old pope looked at him with a smile and said, "Of course, I'm sure I'm sober. Although I'm not young, I'm still very confident in my physical health. Thanks to the omnipotent God for generously giving his believers a healthy body."

"oh?"

After hearing what the old pope said, Li Tianluo's brows stopped frowning. His two sharp sword-like eyebrows raised directly upwards. He tilted his head with a cold face and looked down at the old pope standing in front of him, hunched over and leaned on his scepter and asked gently: "Oh? Then according to your wishes, how do you change this new rule?"

Li Xiao is a junior, and he even used a respectful name to be called "you", but Li Tianluo was really rude when he spoke. He directly used "you" and tilted his head with a high profile look on his face, as if his superiors were giving orders to his subordinates. Everyone knew that Li Aoxian was really popular this time!

"Pride!" "Arrogant!"

Sure enough, Li Tianluo's behavior finally angered the members of the Holy See. As he spoke, the Knights of Sin draw out their swords, the Archbishops of the Red-clothed opened the Bible in their hands, and even the ascetics who had sat on the ice meditating and meditation before stood up and took out their iron staff, and the milky white fighting spirit burst out. As long as the Majesty gave the order, they would rush forward without hesitation to fight the enemy. Even if the enemy was extremely powerful, they could not shake their determination. In their eyes, the old pope was the spokesperson of God in the world, the messenger of God. Insulting Your Majesty was the insulting their God and their faith. For their own faith and loyalty, they would destroy them without hesitation and crush them all, crushing their bones and ashes!

"You dare to bully me! There is no one in China!"

The barbarians who have transformed into foreign countries dare to ride on our Chinese heads to shit. Yelu Leiming didn't care about the rules. A surge of aura suddenly broke the problem and pressed against the people of the Holy See dozens of meters opposite him.

"The mercy of God will not allow you to blaspheme!"

Faced with Yelu Leiming's attack, a monk also burst out with a strong momentum. The milky white true energy was almost as thick as the essence of the thick milk. The light became more and more powerful, and a momentum that was no less than Yelu Leiming came forward.

Boom! Boom!

The collision of two powerful auras made the originally calm ice suddenly tremble like an earthquake, and the outer ice chips kept shaking, and even caused an avalanche! This made the logistics troops stationed under the ice mountain awkwardly. Faced with such a natural disaster, they rushed back with their heads in their arms, and only China Fortune survived. This was thanks to the injury of Zhuge Xiaoxian. However, the reason why this kid chose to stay away from the ice peak was because the place where they were now has several naturally formed ice walls, so the wind and snow were relatively less, and the terrain was relatively high, and it was very high. He didn't expect it but helped a lot.

The two auras were fighting each other like crazy dragons and tigers, and no one was willing to take a step back. However, Li Xiao saw that Yelu Leiming was superior to this ascetic monk in both artistic state and his own skills. Over time, this skinny old man would definitely not be able to hold on.

As expected by Li Xiao, in just five minutes, the ascetic monk gently retreated slightly behind his feet. Although it was a little tight, the vicious fighters all caught this, which meant that the ascetic monk showed his defeat.

At this moment, the old pope sighed and saw him blaming himself with a compassionate and loving look on his face, "I am just a suggestion, why do you want to fight? God doesn't want to see this."

While speaking, the old pope waved his hand and a powerful aura of light rushed into the two auras, like a wall, which directly isolated the two auras. The two people were shocked by the old pope's interference and retreated involuntarily. Yelu Leiming's eyes were sharp, and his true energy was immediately dissipated after the shock. However, the ascetic monk staggered a few steps because of the lack of fighting energy. If it weren't for the sharp eyes of his companion holding him, he would have smelled a lot.

Humph, the old pope suddenly intervened, Li Tianluo just snorted unhappily but never said anything else. The old pope did not hinder, so it was natural that the Li family and his son were not good at attacking again, but the atmosphere was so scary that the cold scene was instantly unhappy because of the competition just now.

At this moment, after watching for a long time, Di Shitian sighed and walked out, looking at the two groups of people who were still staring at the other party, saying, "Please stop. Everyone comes here to solve the problems accumulated over the past ten years. If you are dissatisfied, please go to the martial arts competition platform to solve them. Don't completely destroy the rules set by the first generation of the Fighting God. You should not fight alone in the audience. Violators will kill them together! Tianluo, as a direct descendant of the Fighting God, if you violate the rules set by your ancestors, it would be very disrespectful!"
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