The entire void began to turn dark red.
——Wanxiang Senluo!
This "full screen" range attack is coming again!
Wu Xiaode thought about lightning and quickly thought of ways to crack this move.
Just now, there were many buildings blocking him, and the Dirty Demonic Hand shared part of the attack. Coupled with the defense of the goblin armor, he finally survived.
Even so, he was knocked into the square and made a deep hole.
My body is still hurting now.
what to do?
……wrong.
The dirty magic hand can actually block Wanxiang Senluo's attack?
Wu Xiaode reached out and rubbed his chest.
——There is no pain in the chest.
Yes, the magic hand was blocking here just now.
Why can it withstand the attack of Wanxiang Senluo?
Wu Xiaode's mind was racing.
I remember when I was killed by the one-eyed giant, this move was recorded in the Book of the Dead.
"Wanxiang Senluo:"
"The infinite technique covers everything the one-eyed giant thinks about. It will kill you. Only death can stop it."
Only death can stop it.
The magic mist cannot stop it, because it is an illusion, and the magic hand is a real thing, a physical hand created from the kingdom of death.
Wu Xiaode suddenly looked across.
Endless red light emanated from the Pope and struck quickly——
There is no other way.
Wu Xiaode suddenly woke up.
He shouted: "Bai, give me some scoundrels!"
The demon is dead!
Death can block this move!
There was a flash in the sky, and the cardinal immediately appeared in front of him, with several other bishops standing beside him.
"Block!" Wu Xiaode said.
"yes."
Several bishops lined up in a row, blocking Wu Xiaode like a wall.
"It's useless, you will all die!" the Pope shouted.
His hands are open.
A richer crimson light emerged from his body and quickly filled all the places.
Wu Xiaode remained unmoved and said in a deep voice: "A few more scoundrels will come to protect my left, right and back."
"No problem." Bai Hu whispered.
The priests showed up.
Everyone formed a four-sided human wall, and even a few people on the top were connected to form a human-shaped barrier, protecting Wu Xiaode in the middle.
The wind howled.
Fierce rays of light flashed continuously.
One breath.
Two breaths.
The light gradually became dim and extinguished.
All the ghosts dispersed in turn and disappeared into the void again.
Wu Xiaode stood where he was, safe and sound.
He placed his hand on the Blowing Dream Sword and made a gesture to draw the sword.
The Pope's incredible voice sounded: "Impossible! No one in history has ever been able to block God's blow!"
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed and cut out streaks of flying golden threads in the void.
The Pope suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it from the air——
Wu Xiaode immediately disappeared from the place and appeared in front of him.
At this moment, the Pope was in front of him, and behind him was the light of the golden thread sword he had cut out.
Should we attack? Or should we dodge first?
Wu Xiaode didn't care anymore.
"die!"
He roared angrily, raised his long knife and slashed at the Pope's neck.
The Pope put his hands together, and a huge phantom of his head suddenly appeared on his body.
It's the head of a Cyclops!
I’ve never seen this move before, what could it be?
Wu Xiaode chopped it off with a single blow.
The one-eyed giant opened his mouth and sucked Wu Xiaode's hand——
Chui Meng Dao was immediately sucked in.
The long knife sank into Xu Ying's mouth, was chewed hard several times, and then spat out.
There were sharp debris all over the floor.
knife--
there is none left.
At this time, Wu Xiaode was mentioned again. Thanks to his constant fighting with others, his psychological quality was considered to be excellent and his response was timely.
The moment the knife was sucked away, he no longer cared about the knife, turned his palms into fists, and made a swing.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound.
As soon as the pope succeeded with one move, he immediately recited another mantra. The protective spell happened to be broken, but he was hit by the punch and flew out in the air.
The Pope spat out a mouthful of blood and almost didn't care about anything else. He just shouted loudly: "Repulse!"
The red scepter inserted in the ground suddenly emitted a circle of light, and Wu Xiaode was thrown away.
Wu Xiaode let go of the golden thread he cut out in mid-air, and slowly rolled and danced.
He flew down to the other side of the arena, stood firm, and got into a boxing stance.
The Pope felt relieved, reached out and called back the red scepter, held it in his hand, and looked at Wu Xiaode warily.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
One knife is gone.
One was hit hard.
At this point it can be said that the outcome is evenly divided, but there are still two opinions as to who will live and who will die.
To be continued...