Generally speaking, Feng Yin Zhenren is a good old man with simple character and pure morality. He was always low-key and humble when he served as a member of the Standing Committee of the Wanxian League. Therefore, even the monks of Jiuzhou who were most looking forward to him to win would not have expected that he would use his voice to attack the world.

A trick that is not good.

For a moment, there was silence inside and outside the battlefield. Feng Yin Zhenren turned his face and seemed a little embarrassed. It was not his intention to win in this kind of useless method. It was really when Helington went all out to fight against the Galaxy Long Sword.

The flaws opened up, which made him, a practical monk, unable to control himself.

It can be seen that Helington's practical experience is very shallow. He hid behind Billy throughout his life as an aide, and made suggestions and foreseeing the future. Although he has a more detached attitude than Billy, it also causes him to have a serious lack of practical experience, especially when facing the same situation.

The experience of a level strong man. He inherited the power of the Pope, but was unable to inherit the actual combat experience of the Pope. Facing an opponent like Shangfeng Yin, he lost everything in one move.

In the Jiuzhou Continent, a practical monk bullied newcomers by relying on his experience, which was not open and upright. Therefore, although Feng Yin was not ruthless in winning, he thought of a group of onlookers not far away, and finally he was a little embarrassed.

"Good means." Helington was calm even though he was wearing a sword. "But do you think you have won? Then you cut it down."

Feng Yin laughed: "I have heard of the immortal body of the saints of the Holy Light Sect."

The believers of the Holy Light Sect have basically the ability to resurrect from the dead when they reach the saint level. Although their abilities are very limited, they are still a despicable ability. Although Feng Yin has gained a temporary advantage, he will not mention that he is in the

When launching the Sword of the Star River, the mana consumes a huge amount of power, and the remaining power is no longer enough to shoot the sword with all its strength. Although the sword is fast, it may not be able to break Helington's Pope's holy robe. Even if it is broken, the opponent can still be resurrected from the dead. At most, it is

Losing one move doesn't matter.

Feng Yin said: "It is indeed not easy to kill you, but on the other hand, it is not easy to win me."

Helington didn't say a word, and waved his scepter with all his might, touching the power again on the line of cause and effect. The long sword, which ignored Feng Yin, was placed on his neck.

This is clearly that he would rather sacrifice his life than continue fighting. Although he lacked combat experience, his will to fight was not inferior to anyone. After his best friend Billy fell for many years, he had to re-establish the Holy Light Cult.

Support a sky at all costs.

However, Feng Yin took back his sword at this time: "Enough, there is no need to continue this battle."

While speaking, he retreated, his body was erratic, wandering agilely outside the thousands of karma lines controlled by Helington, as if he was dancing on the tip of a needle, moving and swiftly. In the blink of an eye, he returned to the camp of the monks in Jiuzhou.

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Herrington's plan to use the great prophecy to strangle his opponent was in vain. Seeing Feng Yin withdraw from the battlefield, he raised his scepter: "Do you want to admit defeat?"

Feng Yin smiled and said, "Do you remember the conditions we made in the first battle? If we win all three battles, please agree to our two conditions. The first is to open the treasure house of the Golden King, let us find the wish.

Something.”

Helington said coldly: "Yes, but the future I foresee is that you two will be defeated in the battle and will repent for thousands of years under the purification of the holy light."

Feng Yin's smile became brighter and brighter: "Since you are so good at foreseeing the future, have you ever foreseeed that we have got what we want?"

While he was talking, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and spread his palm. A square like a seal appeared in his palm. When Helington saw the square, he frowned slightly because he could not see through the reality of the square, but was just a faint feeling.

It feels like this block seems to be closely related to the treasure house of the king.

"This is the purpose of our monks from Jiuzhou coming to the Western Yi."

Helington frowned even tighter, and the great prophecy was launched secretly. His eyes were able to see the long river of time and cause and effect. He followed the square in Feng Yin's hand and soon saw a group of young monks from Jiuzhou. They were holding their hands.

The square quietly crossed the battlefield under the cover of an elder-level monk. While the fierce battle in the sky was in full swing, he sneaked from the ruins of Taobao City to the camp of the people of Jiuzhou and used magic to send the square to the wind.

Singing in hand.

Looking back further, Helington was shocked to see that the young monks of the Jiuzhou were actually the man who came out of the treasure house of the king, and were the culprits of the turmoil in Bledonia.

The legendary Knight King's face is also a faceless person, Paul, Ferdinand and others join forces to hunt

...And at this moment, his appearance means that the actions of the Faceless and others have failed, and those who participated in the hunting may have fallen. What's more fatal is that the monks of Jiuzhou have escaped the Faceless and others on the one hand

At the same time, people hunted, they also obtained the keys of the people of Jiuzhou in the treasure house.

This means...

Feng Yin put away the keys of the tombs of the Immortals and said lightly: "The meaning of our victory no longer exists. Even if we win all three battles, you will not be able to get the second key to the tombs of the Immortals, let alone, I am afraid.

The treasure house of the Golden King is not under your control, so what is the need for betting?"

Helington remained silent, but held the scepter in his hand tighter.

Do the people of Jiuzhou want to leave like this? They caused the three saints of the Holy Light Cult, including the Pope himself, to fall, destroying the largest treasure house of the strategic foundation king of the Holy Light Cult in the past century, and then want to pat their butt and leave?

"Calm down, and fighting will not be beneficial to anyone." Feng Yin persuaded, "Your Church's vitality has been damaged. The most urgent task is to recuperate and lick the wound. If you insist on forcing the war, it may indeed cause us to suffer losses.

But your church will suffer countless losses, and the ten thousand-year-old church will fall apart and no longer exist."

"Idiot"

Feng Yin said, "No, this is a determined future."

While speaking, he waved his hand gently and a flying sword pierced out like lightning.

Helington ignored this. He had the holy robe left by the pope and had a very strong defense ability. This understatement of attack was not enough...

puff

With a muffled sound of metal piercing through the flesh and blood, Helington felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and the flying sword of Feng Yin had pierced his chest, leaving only the hilt of the sword and a small piece of sword poking in front of his chest.

The sword is engraved with a simple Jiuzhou text, which seems to be a prop used by the other party to perform the Dayan technique.

However, this long sword like props can directly pass through the defense of the holy robe, trampling all the laws and power of defense under your feet, causing a death result, as if God was destined to unsheath it and drink blood, just like...

It is a causal attack.

In amazement, Helington's body had involuntarily turned into holy light. This was the ability of being a saint, his death was resurrected. After a moment, the light reunited, and his body returned to its original state, with the long sword on his chest.

It disappeared, the wounds were healed, and even the damaged holy robe was repaired intact.

But the cold pain in his chest still existed, reminding him of everything that had just happened. The coldness in the pain made him unable to move like a freezing.

"Okay, let's go."

Feng Yin said, reaching out to greet the monks of Jiuzhou who were watching the battle. Although the monks were a little puzzled and could not see through what was going on, Feng Yin used a long sword that leaked through the galaxy and a flying sword that penetrated the cause and effect.

Success shocked the audience and made people involuntarily obey his orders.

While the people of Jiuzhou left the scene, the Holy Light Sect was in an uproar. Several archbishops couldn't help but want to fly out to stop them, but found that there was an invisible barrier ahead and could not move forward no matter what.

"Enough, go back."

Helington's weak voice came from the sky, and then he slowly landed on the ground, his face full of vicissitudes, and it seemed that he had become much older between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Why?"

An archbishop asked in a difficult manner: "Let them leave like this? How can we keep our Holy Light Sect? What else will we do in the future..."

Helington's voice became stern: "In the next fifty years or even one hundred years, we must rest and recuperate, and we must never start the battle easily. Do you think we only have the opponent of the monks of Jiuzhou? I don't know how many people in the continent are looking forward to the destruction of the Holy Light Sect

, otherwise how could these monks in Jiuzhou go straight to this point? At this time, they acted with impulse and were irresponsible to the Holy Light Sect's foundation for the ten thousand years and were irresponsible to the Sea of ​​Holy Light."

Severe training and reprimandly suppressed people's doubts, but only Helington himself knew that he did not dare to go forward and chase him because... the last sword of the other party had completely shattered his fighting intention.

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The flying sword is not amazing, and the flying sword itself does not have much power, but it pierces the time and space, killing from the line of cause and effect to the front of it. This method does not have much complex skills.

It is not as brilliant and tolerant as the Great Prophecy, but it is extremely sharp. It can break all the methods with one sword. Even if he knows it, he is powerless to stop it.

Perhaps Billy III could suppress his opponent with the power of justice, but for Helington, who was used to relying on prophecy, Feng Yin was simply the perfect opponent to restrain him.

Feng Yin can kill him once, and he can kill him a second time.

If you continue to fight, there is indeed no need, you will just die in vain.

Looking at the back of the monk Jiuzhou who was constantly moving away in the distance, Helington's heart was ashamed and the holy light was dim.

On the other hand, the people of Jiuzhou who returned to the court were talking a lot.

Only both parties involved knew the mystery of Feng Yin's last sword. In the eyes of others, the beginning and end of this battle were a bit inexplicable. But there was always one thing that was clear.

Their purpose of traveling west across the endless sea has been achieved, and the key to open the tomb of the immortals has been taken into his hands by Master Feng Yin.

The hero who truly achieved this goal, Wang Lu, was in a subtle dilemma at this time.

"Wang Lu, I think it's time for us to say goodbye."
Chapter completed!