The preacher sighed: "So the next job is all up to you."
The clone said righteously: "I am absolutely loyal!"
While the two were talking, the preacher had retreated to the front of the painting, with no room to retreat.
The Sword King combined the two swords into one: "Since you like this painting so much, let's go with it."
The preacher grinned: "One day, you will regret rejecting my Lord's invitation today."
The Sword King said nothing more, his arms bulged with muscles, and he raised his sword high.
Boom--
Accompanied by a deafening sound of breaking through the air, the white sword energy slashed out close to the ground.
The dazzling white light almost blinded the clone's dog eyes.
The clone was anxious: "Old Sword has no martial ethics, and he uses his ultimate skill when he disagrees with me!"
"You should slow down, the old thing hasn't exploded the gold coins for me yet!"
He was afraid that the Sword King's sword would tear the preacher to pieces.
In this way, his "vest" is gone.
Faced with the devastating attack of the Sword King, the Preacher was calm.
"I admit that you are indeed very strong."
"Unfortunately, you know nothing about the power of the Lord!"
Bang——
The cane hit the ground heavily, and the ruby began to flash.
I saw dark red streams of light flying out of the cane and all sank into the body of the Preacher.
This was transformed from the power of faith of the fanatics, and merged with the power in the cane.
The Sword King saw this and immediately added another knife.
There is no invincible time for transformation in actual combat.
The gray fog suddenly gathered in front of the Preacher, along with countless wandering corpses.
In an instant, they built a thick wall, blocking the Preacher tightly.
Two sword qi hit it one after another.
The first blade of energy directly tore a gap in the city wall, and the second blade of energy followed and shattered it in an instant.
The preacher behind revealed his true form.
He looked like a lump of dough, and his torso, limbs, and facial features were constantly changing shape.
The preacher endured the pain, his expression was fanatical, and he kept muttering.
"Great and holy Lord, I offer my faith as a sacrifice, please send down the power to help me defeat evil!"
The expression on the face of the sword king was a little difficult to hold.
So I became a villain?
The vague huge figure in the painting took another step forward, his scarlet eyes flashed suddenly, and the preacher's body began to expand rapidly.
The sword king held the sword tightly, kicked his feet hard and jumped high, and chopped down fiercely at the preacher who was still expanding.
Boom——
A huge fist suddenly stretched out from the preacher's abdomen and hit the sword king's face at the speed of a rocket.
The Sword King did not retreat but advanced, shouting loudly, and forcibly split his fist and arm along the center line.
Not only that, his speed did not slow down at all, and the blade was unstoppable, aiming at the chest of the preacher.
At this time, the preacher had stopped expanding.
He was dozens of meters tall, level with the gray fog.
From a distance, it looked like a concrete nightmare.
The huge body was like a twisted tree trunk, covered with irregular rough scales.
The head was huge, almost occupying the entire upper half of the body.
Countless tentacles like beards stretched out on both sides, swaying and swimming in the air, and drawing out piercing screams in the air.
In the middle of the head was a circle of blood eyes, emitting a faint cold light.
The five fingers on both hands were lost, replaced by more tentacles covered with barbs, like whips.
Seeing this, the believer's clone couldn't help but say: "He will also unfold the beast form like you."
The preacher at this time is exactly the same as the abyss beast.
The King of Dharma immediately retorted: "Bullshit! We are much more handsome than him."
The clone nodded, he agreed with this.
"Roar--"
The preacher opened his bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar, and the whole Snow City shook three times.
The Sword King snorted coldly, his skin began to turn red, and wisps of white steam rose from his head.
The believer's clone widened his eyes: "Damn! Old Sword is about to be cooked!"
"Ha--"
The Sword King exhaled a breath of white air from his mouth and raised his sword.
In front of the huge preacher, the Sword King was as small as an ant.
However, his small body erupted with unparalleled power, and the void around him was shaken by ripples.
Whoosh——
The preacher swung his right arm, and more than a dozen serrated tentacles on it tore through the space and fell headfirst.
"Crazy Blade Slash!"
The Sword King quickly swung the sword in his hand, forming an impenetrable wall of sword energy in front of him.
Bang bang bang bang——
The attacking tentacles were all crushed.
The Sword King's speed did not slow down but increased, and the heavy sword cut the preacherThe right arm was broken, and then the whole person slapped the other person's chest.
With a "bang", a blood hole with a diameter of several meters appeared on the preacher's chest.
The knife king used the power of his body to pierce the preacher who had obtained the "power of God".
The knife king who rushed out from behind the preacher changed to holding the knife in his backhand and stepped on the preacher's back all the way up.
"Cut the sky!"
The blade burst out with an amazing penetrating power, penetrating the preacher's body that was more than ten meters thick.
The knife king's blood was boiling, and he rushed to the top of the preacher's head with the knife.
The place where his feet stepped on was instantly cut open by the blade.
"Break--"
When it reached the preacher's neck, the knife king's feet suddenly stopped, and the sword held in his backhand was raised high, and a touch of white knife energy instantly pierced the preacher's body.
Starting from the hole in the chest, all the way to the back of the head, nearly one-third of the preacher's body was split open, with only the top of the head still partially attached.
Take advantage of your illness to kill you.
The Sword King did not give the other party any time to breathe. He raised his sword again with his arms muscles, ready to chop off the preacher's head in one go.
At this moment, the preacher's face suddenly appeared on the back of the cracked head.
He raised his broken right arm, and countless tentacles shot out from the cross section.
The Sword King had no choice but to cut off his arm again.
But just as the sword in his hand fell, he caught a glimpse of countless dark red tentacles attacking from behind.
Instantly swallowed him up, forming a cage.
These tentacles came from underground.
More precisely, they extended from the soles of the preacher's feet, quietly hiding underground waiting for a sneak attack.
He was like a big tree, firmly rooted in the ground.
The barbs of the tentacles all clamped into the flesh of the Sword King, eagerly absorbing the energy in his body.
At the same time, whether it was the penetrating wound on the preacher's chest or the upper body that was almost split in two, they were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The preacher boasted proudly: "This is the power given to me by the Lord, which allows me to surpass the limits of martial arts."
"Originally, there was such an opportunity in front of you, but you didn't know how to cherish it."
After that, the "cage" began to shrink gradually, and the preacher tried to grind the Sword King into powder.
"Old Sword, I'm here to help you!"
Qin Ze's voice suddenly exploded in the sky like thunder.
The preacher looked up and saw a golden meteor falling towards him at a high speed.