Clash Of The Sword Titans

The foolish envoy did not expect that Jiang Huanjun was hiding among these people.

What made him even more cold and sweaty was that the current Jiang Huanjun actually gave him a sense of crisis, and if it hadn't been for Jiang Huanjun's initiative to show up, he would not have felt the existence of the other party at all.

Apart from Jiang Huanjun deliberately practicing a certain method of restraining interest, there is only one possibility left.

Jiang Huanjun's strength has surpassed his own level.

He is already the pinnacle master, only a line from the top, Jiang Huanjun can hide his figure under his eyelids.

'Has he become the top?'

In the face of Jiang Huanjun's killing intent, the foolish and impossibly shuddering only felt that the hairs all over his body were standing upright, and there was a shuddering sense of fear.

Before he could think about it, Jiang Huanjun had already moved.

The foolish envoy did not see how he moved at all. The moment his figure disappeared, he felt that he had been enveloped by the storm-like sword aura, with only one face, there were already countless more wounds all over his body. The blood rushed wildly, my heart sank, and I quickly wanted to get out of the scope of this sword aura.

'Is the strength gap so big?'

The foolish envoy propped up the body protector's infuriating, almost shocked to no more.

However, Jiang Huanjun didn't intend to give him a chance to retreat at all. His body was like a ghost, without even the slightest wave of infuriating energy, and he silently approached the foolish envoy, always keeping the distance between the two within three feet.

The blameless sword was as thin as rain, intertwined into an airtight sword net, arrogant and frightened, and roared, only dancing with a scythe in his hand resisted desperately.

The sound of the collision of weapons reverberated in this dense forest, and the strong wind swept around. With each collision between the two, the strong wind pressure would make the old tree sway, a little fragile, and it was blown down by the wind on the spot. .

As the fallen leaves flew, the two figures fought farther and farther away. With Jiang Huanjun deliberately controlling the aftermath of the battle, their battle did not cause much momentum, and it seemed that it did not conform to the normal state of a powerful master.

But the foolish envoy is very clear, the more this is, the more it proves the horror of Jiang Huanjun.

He did not put himself in his eyes at all, and easily controlled the rhythm of the battle.If he did his best, would he still have the power to resist?

"Unexpectedly, the hateful divine envoy would hide in the team, which is really lucky..."

A black-robed cultist looked at Jiang Huanjun and the foolish envoy who were gradually going away, and his tone was full of joy.

When other people heard this sentence, they also had an expression of approval.

Although Jiang Huanjun has also helped several times during the crisis during this period of time, no one thought that he would hide in the team grandiosely and never left at all.

Thinking about it now, Jiang Huanjun is probably waiting for the powerhouse of the Great Divine Envoy to take action.

The previous attacks by the divine envoys were extremely dangerous, but compared to the great divine envoys, they were still able to cope with the situation.

"Master Pope, what should we do now?"

Seeing that the two of them fought farther and farther, the black-robed cultist who was completely wounded stood up and asked with excitement.

Hearing the words, Pope Shenhua stood up slowly and looked up at the battle scene reflected in the zenith. His eyes flashed with dignity, and finally said: "It's time to meet the apostate."

"If this matter does not end, the entire True Martial Domain may be destroyed."

Hearing the changes in the words of Pope Shenhua, all the reformers were excited.

Before, they were always in a sense of urgency to be chased by the gods. It was too depressing. They insisted on relying on their trust in the Pope Shenhua. If the Pope Shenhua didn’t say anything, it would be cold The hearts of everyone.

Pope Shenhua also realized this and knew that it could not be delayed any longer.

The one who is in charge of the gods is completely mad, and he is even mader and more capable than anyone who went astray before.The dangerous weapon of the gods’ colonization was born from him, and the plan to destroy the world against mortals was also initiated by him. If it were not for this paranoid idea, he should be the best of all self-dividing consciousnesses, too. The best one.

unfortunately……

"It's time to make a break, Shenhua."

Pope Shenhua thought silently in his heart, not paying attention to Jiang Huanjun's battle with the foolish gods.In his opinion, the foolish envoy was not Jiang Huanjun's opponent at all, and his defeat was only a matter of time.

And now, the most important thing is to get back the strength that he deserves and add a bargaining chip to defeat another crazy self.

"Let's go, the place of God's punishment is not far away, we are just the last step."

Withdrawing his gaze, Pope Shenhua said calmly.

Everyone listened and responded, continuing to protect Pope Shenhua from the deep forest.

At the same time, the arrogant divine envoy who retired from the war also noticed this scene, and his heart was a little tight, knowing that after the departure of Pope Shenhua and others, Jiang Huanjun must be true, so he quickly said: "Hate, these innovations What benefit did the faction give you? Working for them is to be an enemy of the world martial artist!"

He swung his sickle to swing the sword of blamelessness for a moment, and took this opportunity to say: "Do you really think that the ridiculous plan of artificial life can succeed? The Pope is of the same origin, and he originally has the same philosophy, Master Zong gave up the plan of man-made life, because this is simply impossible!"

"Mortals and warriors, one must die before the other can survive! As a warrior, if you are an enemy of the gods, you are betraying your own identity!"

The infatuation of the great divine envoy swelled a dark red instinct, and the sickle gave out a crescent-like light. While speaking, he did not forget to attack Jiang Huanjun.

Jiang Huanjun expressionless face, Wuguijian flipped over, accumulating power for a moment, and slashed out!

The invisible air wave surged, and the crescent-shaped light shattered immediately. The dense forest within dozens of miles in front of Jiang Huanjun was swept by the terrifying wind pressure. If you look from the sky, this blow directly clears a circle. In the open space, countless old trees fell one after another, and the dense greenery like the sea was abruptly chopped out.

The foolish envoy who was the first to bear the brunt desperately resisted, but after only insisting on two breaths, he was overthrown by this wave of air. The sickle in his hand was also broken into powder, and his hands trembled, all of which were cracks that were shaken out. Blood dripped in a moment.

Click.

The mask on his face was also cut out neatly, divided into two, and dropped on the spot, revealing a beautiful but hideous face.

Jiang Huanjun held the Wuguijian horizontally and glanced at him indifferently, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

A smear of blood slid down between the eyebrows of the foolish envoy, and the thick and hot blood immediately covered his forehead.

He gritted his teeth, stared at Jiang Huan for a long while, and said bitterly: "Even if you can keep him for a while, you can keep him from the end? No one can stop the plan of destroying the world, the Pope has already arranged everything... …"

"Are you finished?"

Jiang Huanjun suddenly interrupted the words of the foolish great divine envoy, making the latter's expression stiff on his face, and after a long period of shock, his face was green and he stopped speaking.

"Since I'm finished, let's go to death." Jiang Huanjun nodded, with a little tiptoe, and a terrifying wave of air was set off again behind him. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the foolish envoy, and the black sword light flashed.

In the next moment, Jun Jiang Huan passed by the foolish great divine envoy, released the blameless sword, and this divine weapon immediately sank into the void.

The body of the foolish envoy suddenly froze. After a long time, he slowly covered his neck, blood was pouring out like a spring, and his throat made a sound of'ho ho'. , Can't say a complete sentence anymore.

His eyes were full of resentment and despair. He tried to turn his head and look at Jiang Huanjun again, but this action affected the sword marks on the neck. A big head suddenly left the body and hit it with a bang. On the ground.

Jiang Huanjun didn't look at him anymore, but randomly wiped the sticky blood between his fingers on the black robe, raised his head, and looked at the screen reflected by the zenith casually, a complex light flashed under his eyes, and finally shook He shook his head, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "The real battle hasn't started yet. It would be too stupid to say victory or defeat lightly."