Puff——
Blood gushed out from the preacher's torn upper body like a fountain.
The clone said "sadly" in the eggshell: "Oh my!"
Qin Ze said lightly: "This preacher is too incompetent, no wonder he has to preach in secret like a mouse."
Miss Jianxie said: "He is not dead yet."
The Sword King put a knife back into the scabbard and went to take the preacher's walking stick.
He naturally saw that the walking stick was not an ordinary thing.
After being stabbed by him hundreds of times, there was not even a trace on the walking stick.
Buzz——
The ruby on the walking stick suddenly glowed, shining on the Sword King's hand, and he clearly felt a sharp stinging pain.
The blood sprayed several meters high in the sky did not fall, but instead fixed in the air like a fairy scattering flowers.
The blood beads scattered in the air were connected to the preacher's torn body, and from a distance it looked like a lush tree.
The Sword King, who noticed the abnormality, quickly drew his knife and chopped the preacher in the waist.
Pah pah pah pah——
The blood that was frozen in the air fell at this moment.
With the preacher as the center, a heavy blood rain fell within a radius of dozens of meters.
The unprepared Sword King had nowhere to hide and was soaked.
The Sword King ignored it and continued to kill the preacher's kidney with the sword in his hand.
Ding——
The split corpse suddenly moved the cane and blocked the blade again at the critical moment.
The preacher's head, which was split into two halves, smiled at the Sword King and said, "It's really not easy to preach to you."
"Although the means are a bit despicable, it's worth it to make you a believer of my Lord."
The Sword King only noticed at this time that the blood that was sprinkled on him had all penetrated into his skin.
What's even more weird is that he can't feel the existence of this foreign blood in his body at all.
The preacher was very proud: "This is the power of my Lord."
"No matter how strong you are, you are still a mortal. If you have not broken through the limit of martial arts, you are all ants in the eyes of the Lord."
The Sword King shook his head.
Various chaotic voices appeared in his mind, like the whispers of demons.
The key is that he still can't find the problem.
Whether it is the spiritual sea of consciousness, or the tendons and qi sea, everything is normal.
Qin Ze's heart sank: "Oh no, Lao Dao is infected."
This situation is exactly the same as when he fought with Virgo.
Qin Ze sighed: "Old Dao, Lao Dao, you should be more careful."
The Sword King shouted violently, and his blood boiled all over his body.
"It's just an illusion!"
"A trick!"
The swords in his hands crossed, and the two swords merged into one, becoming a more majestic long sword.
The preacher was stunned: "How can you resist the divine voice of my Lord?!"
The sword king raised his sword high, and even though his head was about to explode, his hand did not shake at all.
"Cut the sky!"
Bang——
The sword fell heavily, and the hundred-meter-long sword light directly split the preacher from top to bottom.
The body split into two and the walking stick fell to the ground together.
The sword light immediately hit the ground, blasting a gully hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters deep on the ground, and the ruins of the buildings along the way were all shaken into powder.
The body of the preacher fell on both sides of the abyss.
His left mouth was incredible: "A new world has given birth to so many shocking creatures."
"God bless me, this time I really picked up a treasure."
Seeing that the preacher was not dead yet, the sword king immediately chopped another horizontally, and the two pieces became four.
The ground that was previously soaked with the preacher's blood suddenly turned into a black quagmire.
Countless black demon-like arms in the swamp climbed up the body of the Sword King and kept tearing him apart.
Those arms tried to pull the Sword King down, but the old sword was like a nail, firmly nailed to the ground, motionless.
"Crazy Sword Slash!"
The Sword King resisted the strange whispers in his mind and slashed a hundred times again. The four parts of the preacher's body were chopped into dumpling stuffing in an instant.
"Heretics who disrespect Allah."
"When my Lord comes, he will personally judge you."
The cane sneered at the preacher and sank into the swamp.
Not far away, the clone in the eggshell was also sinking a little bit.
"Is there anyone? I think I can still rescue..."
Before he finished speaking, the clone was swallowed by the swamp.
The Sword King looked at the place where the cane disappeared, frowning.
The preacher was obviously still alive.
But he was chopped into dumpling stuffing.
The swamp on the ground receded quickly like a tide.
The Sword King shook his head. Although the whisper in his ear was still there, it was not as strong as at the beginning.
"Are you okay?" Qin Ze ran over with Miss Sword Box on his back: "I can provide you with purification."
Qin Ze's "God Mark Vision" could see that at this moment, every corner of the old sword was filled with the pollution of the evil god.Directly act on the flesh and blood.
Even due to the high concentration, it seeped out of the body.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Sword King is completely immersed in pollution.
Faced with Qin Ze's kindness, the Sword King decisively refused.
"A small illusion, I can handle it."
"Your purification should be left to those fanatics."
Qin Ze couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth.
Lao Dao is like a god of war, with a mortal body fighting against the power of the evil god.
And the pollution on the Sword King is indeed weakening little by little, and he is forcibly purifying it with the power of his body.
Qin Ze thought that his physical strength was exaggerated enough, but now he knows what it means that there is a world beyond the world.
The Sword King said in a deep voice: "The preacher is not dead, or he is not alive."
Qin Ze nodded, he also saw it.
"Everything about the preacher comes from that cane. The cane is him, and he is the cane."
Knife King sighed: "After this, he will be cautious next time, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to appear again."
Qin Ze smiled: "Don't worry, I will lock his position quickly."
Knife King did not question it, but thought for a while and said: "Don't be so reckless next time."
"The preacher's methods and trump cards have basically been explored."
"After finding him, we must formulate a hunting plan to kill him once and for all."
Qin Ze replied: "No problem, I will notify you after I lock him."
Knife King put the double knives back into the scabbard and said lightly: "From you, I vaguely see the shadow of an old friend."
Qin Ze's heart "clicked", was he discovered?
"Who?"
"The human swordsman."
Qin Ze was in a trance for a moment, then smiled: "I'm still a long way off."
Knife King looked him up and down: "Not far away."
Seeing Lao Dao turn around and prepare to leave, Qin Ze couldn't help but be curious.
"How strong is your body?"
Knife King paused and tilted his head slightly: "The limit you can think of."
After saying that, Lao Dao stepped into the space ripples and disappeared.
Qin Ze was stunned.
The limit of the body... God? !
In just three years, Lao Dao broke through again.
The last time he fought Virgo, the sense of oppression he gave Qin Ze was far less strong than today.
After a while, the hunters such as Bian Pashui came over.
Brother Shui asked: "Is the preacher dead?"
Qin Ze shook his head: "It's just the beginning."
(Next week for sure!)