Chapter 710
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The martial artists from the three major armies charged into the crowd of Evil Sect members. They were extremely powerful, and each of them was a veteran of the battlefield. They had rich combat experience. These Evil Sect members could not compare to them.
Pfft pfft pfft …
In an instant, a large number of Evil Sect members were killed. The sound of weapons slashing their bodies and blood splattering could be heard everywhere.
Of course, there were also those miserable screams of despair.
However, no one sympathized with them. These Evil Sect members had blood on their hands. They deserved to die. Killing them like this was already letting them off lightly.
In the sky, Wang Teng, Zhou Xuanwu, and Xiao Nanfeng were facing off against the Pope of Truthism. There was a faint sense of danger between the four of them.
The surrounding martial artists and Evil Sect members did not dare to get close and kept their distance.
For a time, there was no one within a few hundred meters of the four of them.
"The Pope of Truthism has reached the peak of the warlord level. He might even be taking that step. Be careful," Wang Teng reminded Zhou Xuanwu and Xiao Nanfeng telepathically.
"Taking that step?"
The two of them were shocked. They naturally knew what Wang Teng was referring to.
In the circle of warlords, everyone was moving toward a higher level. However, the path of martial artists on Earth was limited to the warlord level. Many people were exploring the path of a higher level.
Whether they could take that step was crucial.
A natural barrier separated the two worlds.
They were all feeling their way across the river. If the Pope of Truthism was really on that path, he should not be underestimated!
Zhou Xuanwu and Xiao Nanfeng's expressions suddenly turned serious.
"I have to admit that you are all outstanding people to have reached this step," the Pope of Truthism suddenly said.
"Stop flattering us. It's useless. We are people with principles. No matter how nice your words sound, we will not let you go," Wang Teng said.
The Pope of Truthism, "…"
A vein suddenly popped out from his forehead.
Was there something wrong with this kid's brain?
Was he trying to flatter them?
What ability to understand? What kind of brain circuit was that?
What kind of retard was this!
The Pope of Truthism secretly took a few deep breaths and calmed the boiling blood in his heart.
Zhou Xuanwu and Xiao Nanfeng also looked at Wang Teng with strange gazes. The words from before were clearly a high and mighty evaluation. However, when it came from Wang Teng's mouth, it had a different meaning.
The Pope of Truthism went from being a critic to a flatterer.
At first, the two of them felt that the Truthism Pope's words were a little infuriating. As the leaders of an army, even if they were criticized, it would not be a cult leader like him. But now, the anger had disappeared, and they even felt that it was a little funny.
The Pope of Truthism looked at Wang Teng and said calmly, "You are indeed young and full of vigor!"
"You're right. I'm young, unlike you who already have half a foot in the grave. I'll help you send the other half in later. You're welcome," Wang Teng said.
"…"
How infuriating!
At this moment, the Pope of Truthism felt a little pain in his liver. No, it was a lot of pain!
His face suddenly became gloomy. A long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, reflecting a cold light.
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll fulfill your wish," the Pope of Truthism said coldly.
As his voice fell, his figure had already disappeared.
"Be careful!" Zhou Xuanwu and Xiao Nanfeng's faces suddenly changed. They took out their weapons and became cautious.
Chi!
A soft sound reverberated in the air.
A pale sword light suddenly appeared in front of Wang Teng and slashed down from the top of his head.
This sword was so fast that it could not be seen clearly. It was like a flash of lightning, arriving in an instant.
Behind the sword light, the Pope of Truthism's cold face appeared.
However, Wang Teng did not dodge. His face was extremely calm. He looked at the sword light and took the initiative to meet it.
In the next moment, a giant combat weapon appeared in his hand. When he waved it, it brought about a strong wind that suppressed the air and made a dull sound. A bright golden sword light burst out.
Boom!
The two sword lights instantly collided in mid-air and then shattered. The violent wind produced by the Force explosion swept in all directions.
A hint of stiffness appeared on the Church of Universal Truth's Pope's face.
There was something wrong with this kid's strength!
He had fought with Wang Teng before. At that time, he was shocked to the point of vomiting blood.
He originally thought that his strength was at most at the level of an 11-star general, but now it seemed that he was just pretending.
"Are you surprised? Are you very surprised? "Wang Teng sniggered.
"…" The Pope of Truthism's face darkened.
He felt that he was played by Wang Teng. The anger that he had suppressed earlier could not help but rise again.
…
Boom boom boom!
A series of explosions suddenly came from afar. The Pope of Truthism could not help but look around. His eyes suddenly shrank.
The followers of Truthism were being massacred. It was as if they were harvesting chives, batch after batch!
However, many followers rushed out of the mountain and fought with the martial artists of the three major armies.
After all, this was the headquarters of Truthism. All the followers of Truthism were gathered here. The number was extremely terrifying.
Moreover, Truthism had no lack of experts. There were more than a dozen warlords.
Their ferocity was also aroused in the slaughter. They were incomparably crazy and fought with the martial artists of the three major armies without caring for their lives.
In an instant, the Truthism side actually counterattacked.
Wang Teng and Zhou Xuanwu's expressions changed slightly.
"It seems that the final victor is still unknown." The Pope of Truthism suddenly laughed.
"Hmph!"
Zhou Xuanwu snorted coldly. "Stop talking nonsense. Surround and kill this bastard!"
As he spoke, origin power erupted from his body. He wielded a war blade and slashed at the Pope of Truthism.
"Kill!"
Wang Teng's gaze also focused as he charged forward.
Xiao Nanfeng followed closely behind. The three of them formed an encirclement and surrounded the Pope of Truthism in the middle. Wave after wave of attacks bombarded him.
However, the Pope of Truthism was really powerful. He was not at a disadvantage when fighting the three of them alone.
Suddenly, he found an opening and slashed with his sword, forcing Wang Teng and Zhou Xuanwu to retreat.
At the same time, he punched out and landed heavily on Xiao Nanfeng.
"Pfft!"
Xiao Nanfeng spat out a mouthful of blood. His body flew backward like a broken gunny sack.
Wang Teng and Zhou Xuanwu's expressions changed drastically. They quickly stopped the Pope of Truthism and stopped him from continuing to attack Xiao Nanfeng.
"Scram!" A trace of anger flashed across the Pope of Truthism's face. His expression was cold as he waved the war blade in his hand. Waves of sword intent wreaked havoc and swept toward Wang Teng and Zhou Xuanwu.
This attack was already at the peak of the warlord level. Ordinary martial artists would not be able to withstand it.
"Wang Teng, get out of the way."
Zhou Xuanwu's expression changed. He passed by Wang Teng and raised the war blade in his hand above his head. A terrifying blade intent rushed into the sky. The blade light was hundreds of meters long as it brazenly slashed out.
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