The beggar laughed, rubbed his nose, and slowly clenched his fist with his right hand, "If you always disperse your strength so much, I won't show mercy next time." As he said, he suddenly took a step forward, his tall body soared into the air, pounced towards Constantine like a big bird.

Constantine's eyes were stern, and she raised the shield with her left hand, and the golden light suddenly converged, making him look like a piece of gold. The aura of light that had been emitted before also disappeared in an instant. He actually condensed his power.

"boom--"

Without the dazzling golden light, this time, everyone watching the game saw their collision clearly.

The beggar's fist hit the shield, Constantine staggered, and a layer of golden light was scattered on her body.

The beggar smiled and punched out again, which was also bombarded the shield. Constantine took the lead and took another step back.

Secondly, the beggar fisted seven times and Constantine took seven steps back.

Their collision seemed simple, but anyone with discerning eyes could see it and his face changed.

Are the seven punches really exactly the same? No, each punch is different, and each punch contains completely different powers.

Constantine raised his shield seven times and used different methods to deal with it, but he was still retreating.

The beggar shook his body, and his whole body suddenly became illusory, and the low voice of Sanskrit singing also sounded. In the air behind him, a huge Buddha statue slowly emerged at the Paradise Mountain behind Constantine.

The Buddha statue is solemn and the whole body emits dazzling golden light, which is extremely clear.

The smile on the beggar's face disappeared, replaced by a piety. The fist turned into a palm again, and every time it was blasted out, it was like a big bell and majestic.

Constantine's shield blocked his attack again and again, but he himself retreated again and again.

This was the first competition, and both sides sent people who were not familiar with each other. However, the energy intensity of the explosion in this place shocked everyone. The beggar's cultivation level was still above Constantine.

Another palm knocked back Constantine. The beggar folded his hands together on his chest, and suddenly became pious. The Buddha statue behind him also changed a little, and a faint smile appeared on his originally solemn face.

The alchemist looked at this scene with a cold look, but he said four words in his mouth, "Dragon Subduing Arhat."

"Dragon Subduing Arhat?" Lan Jue looked at her in confusion. "What exactly is his supernatural power?"

The alchemist sent a voice: "The so-called projection of the divine slander in the Western Alliance is actually a kind of inheritance of power. Then, through the stimulation of genetic medicine, this inheritance is amplified. The same situation is also in our Hua Alliance. It is also a inheritance. The beggar owns the inheritance of the dragon-subduing Arhat. I know this lineage. I laughed at the injustice of the earth. I didn't expect that he had been on the Great Way of Heavenly Fire, but we didn't know. The power of the dragon-subduing Arhat comes from Buddhism, and the belief of the Pope Castle comes from Christianity. It can be said that this battle is a battle between two major sects. The difference is that the power of the beggar comes from the innate. And that Constantine is the pinnacle of acquired nature. Although the acquired nature grows fast, the acquired nature is the acquired nature."

"boom!"

The beggar's body shook and took three steps back, but Constantine flew back more than ten steps in a row before he stood firm. The surface of the shield in his hand was densely covered with cracks.

The beggar stretched out his arm, "Do you want to come again?"

Constantine did not give up just because he was at a disadvantage. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with burning colors. The shield in his hand turned into a ray of light and disappeared. He raised his right hand high and made a false grasp towards the sky.

The next moment, a spear appeared in his control. The spear reached seven meters long and was extremely huge. As soon as it appeared, it suddenly showed a circle of weird halos around the entire competition. This was clearly a sign that the space could not bear.

The beggar said in surprise: "Hey, the Pope has even given you the Spear of Judgment from the Pope Castle? It's such a big deal! No wonder you don't give up. OK."

As he spoke, the beggar waved his right hand in the air, and there was also a flash of golden light, and there was something in his palm.

It was a broken-looking palm fan, and even if it was blown, it would be leaking.

The beggar smiled, but waved his lightly at Constantine.

A strange scene appeared. The space that was originally somewhat unstable because of the appearance of the Spear of Judgment returned to normal. The beggar shook his body and turned into seven figures. The sound of the Buddhist sings was loud, and the seven beggars flashed out at the same time, either pounced forward or walked slanted. They all surrounded Constantine.

Constantine stood still in place with the spear of judgment. Suddenly, he stabbed out with his spear, but the target was not the seven beggars surrounding him.

There seemed to be a small black dot at the tip of the Spear of Judgment, which expanded rapidly, like a black hole, sucking everything around.

But at this moment, suddenly, countless tiny golden light spots surged from all directions, seven beggar figures disappeared, and the projection of the Buddha statue also disappeared. A big hand quietly extended out of the void, grasping the tip of the Spear of Judgment.

The broken palm fan came out of nowhere, and with a light slap, Constantine flew out.

"Bang!" His body hit the barrier in the distance.

The giant hand that appeared in the void disappeared out of thin air, the beggar reappeared, shaking his broken palm fan for a long time. The spear of judgment was suspended in the air.

"You lost." The beggar chuckled, turned around and walked out of the competition.

Constantine got up from the ground and was not depressed by failure. With a move of his right hand, he took back the spear of judgment and walked out of the competition.

The face of the Angel King Mirenda looked a little surprised. Obviously, he did not expect to lose this game.

"Constantine." He called out.

Constantine shook her head, "Skills are not as good as human."

The beggar went out to compete but did not stop. He walked outwards. No one saw that there was a ray of charred black in his left palm, and he was not as easy as he was on the surface.

The voice of the taster came, "Scene 2."

The first game was that the two major castles sent candidates first. This time, it was Tianhuo Avenue's turn to be the first to come out.

The alchemist glanced at the Wolf King coldly and walked towards the competition.

The Wolf King was stunned. She was actually the one who appeared on behalf of Tianhuo Avenue? For a moment, he looked a little ugly, as he seemed rough.

The fallen angel Lucifer waved his hand and a black figure walked out from him. The black figure appeared extremely strangely, as if it was coming out of his shadow. His figure flashed and he entered the competition.

Lan Jue sent a message to the foodie: "The beggar won't be a problem, right?"

The foodie shook her head, "Not serious. In fact, he is a very competitive person. He and the other party's weapons have certain power of laws. But in terms of control, he must be more profound and his cultivation is the same. The later he goes, the greater the advantage of the innate psychics. This is the integrity caused by accumulation."

Opposite the alchemist, there was a person who was hidden in a black cloak, and he couldn't see his face clearly. His whole aura was extremely obscure and dark.

"I am an alchemist." The alchemist said lightly. Whether it is the two castles or the people from the Tianhuo Avenue, they are very strange. How does this beauty wearing a cheongsam fight? Her outfit is not suitable for strenuous exercise at all!

"My name is Judas." The black shadow opposite him said hoarse and low.

The moment the words Judas were heard, almost all the strong men exclaimed in the Pope Castle. In an instant, the momentum of the angel king Mirenda suddenly became sharp, and his eyes were brightly looking at Lucifer, the fallen angel not far away next to him.

The founder of the Pope Castle was named Jehovah. He was not the Pope, but was respected as the Father. The Lord had twelve disciples back then, and one of them was Judah. ​​It was him who betrayed the Lord because of money, which led to the Lord being captured and later died. Although that also allowed Jehovah to transform completely, this harm and pain remained in the Pope Castle forever.

Judah was hanged on a tree shortly after the death of the Lord, so of course the man in front of him would not be the real Judah. ​​But how provocative it was for him to use this name?

Lucifer didn't even look at Mirenda and said lightly: "He just has some projections of Judas. Don't forget the purpose of our coming this time."

Mirenda raised his hand, and the crowd of Pope Castle gradually calmed down, but everyone was angry.

At this moment, footsteps came from behind, and two figures slowly came.

"His Majesty the Pope."

"His Majesty the Demon King."

The people from the two major castles saluted one after another. The Pope, who was named the Hand of God, and the Demon King Satan.

The faces of the two masters looked a little calm, and they walked straight to the front and looked at the inside of the competition.

At this time, the battle in the competition has begun.

The man in black who claimed to be Judah shook his body like a ball of black mist, covering the alchemist.

The alchemist stood still, his pretty face extremely cold. He waved his right hand gently in the air, and a yellow light floated out. Then, with a loud "boom", a thunder fell from the sky and slashed towards the black shadow.

Thunder and Lightning? Her superpower is Thunder and Lightning?

Judas paused in the air, and a strange energy fluctuation suddenly emanated from his body, and a little silver light flew out, blocking the descending lightning in the air.

The silver light was struck by lightning, and the silver light instantly burst out and the body expanded rapidly. It was a simple silver coin.

The strong men in Pope Castle suddenly looked even more ugly.

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