The holy sword in Atik's hand broke and shattered into several sections.
"Ah! This is impossible, impossible!"
How could his holy sword break? How could it be possible!
Artik has gone crazy, and the holy light in his body is pouring out like a flooded reservoir.
This terrifying holy light has raised Artik's strength to a whole new level.
But at the same time, the price he paid was longevity. Atik's face became older at a speed visible to the naked eye, aging by dozens of years in an instant.
Atik's eyes were about to burst, and only madness and ferocity remained on his wrinkled face.
"Die, die!"
The broken holy sword was repaired again under the baptism of holy light, but it was not completely repaired. The holy sword began to break and break again.
"Impossible, impossible, how could the power of the Holy Light be defeated? I am the most loyal believer, how could it be defeated!"
Atik shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes blood red and full of despair.
boom!
Artik's body flew out like a cannonball and hit the ground heavily. Where it passed, trees were broken, grass was broken, and sand and rocks flew.
Atik spat out a large mouthful of blood.
And if you look carefully, you can see that there is a long sword wound on Atik's chest, with bone deep and blood dripping from it.
"I am not defeated, I am not defeated..."
Artik repeated this sentence.
All the holy light on his body has long since dissipated.
Xu Qingyun holds the Longli Sword, flying proudly in the sky, his white clothes fluttering, and the moonlight scatters, coating it with a layer of brilliance, making it dazzling.
All the spectators who saw this scene were stunned and speechless.
If you say you can defeat Atik with one sword, you can defeat Atik with one sword, and there is no need for a second sword.
Looking at the young man who was bathing in the moonlight and looked like a god, the only thing left in these people's eyes was awe, awe for the peerless powerful man.
This Chinese warrior, Immortal Emperor Qingyun, defeated Artik, one of the ten holy knights of the Holy See, and he did so easily.
This shocking scene will make them unforgettable and stay in their hearts forever.
Xu Qingyun looked at Artik and said proudly:
"I said I could defeat you with one sword, but I was wrong!"
Atik covered the horrific wound on his chest and looked at his withered hands with despair on his face.
He practiced hard for decades, was loyal to the Holy See, believed in the Holy God, and pursued power. In the end, he was no match for a sword from others.
In Atik's eyes, the only thing left was despair.
Xu Qingyun withdrew his gaze and no longer looked at Artik.
He didn't kill Artik because he was actually dead.
Artik's belief and belief had been completely destroyed by Xu Qingyun's sword just now.
A believer of the Holy See whose faith has collapsed, without faith, is a useless person and a dead person.
Perhaps it won't be long before Artik will die on his own, or he may become a walking zombie and spend the rest of his life in pain, or he may be expelled and massacred by the Holy Holy See to whom he is loyal.
Xu Qingyun wants more people to see Artik, let more people from the Holy See see Artik, and let them see that their so-called invincible strong man is vulnerable to Xu Qingyun and can be defeated in front of him.
Beliefs can easily collapse.
Killing is easy, but killing someone's heart is difficult.
"Kill me, kill me, kill me!"
Suddenly, Atik looked at Xu Qingyun and yelled angrily.
He wanted to seek death as a relief, he wanted to die, but he was so cowardly that he did not have the courage to commit suicide on his own.
Xu Qingyun ignored it. Under the gaze of everyone watching the battle, Xu Qingyun flew into the sky and flew towards the west, where the Carlo Kingdom's palace was located. This chapter has been completed!