If the Knights were intact, they might be able to defeat the terrifying giant from the East Continent.

"Oh... Why did God favor the East? How many peerless geniuses have emerged..."

"Shut up."

...

Vatican.

"Sir, you see?"

An archbishop looked at the shocking battle on the ten thousand meters of the sky and swallowed dryly. Even though he was an archbishop, he could also feel that the battle above the sky was enough to collapse the earth and the sky, and he could not even bear the aftermath.

"King Arthur's deadline is here."

The old man in the papal costume looked up at the battle at the top of the sky and sighed slowly.

The powerful enemy that King Arthur provoked this time was too terrible.

"Under the Pope's crown, but now King Arthur has the upper hand." Another archbishop said in confusion.

He could still see clearly the battle at the top of the sky. King Arthur clearly had the upper hand. Why did he say that King Arthur's deadline had come?

"The strong man from the East Continent should not have used his full strength yet."

The Pope said in a deep voice.

At least, that existence has not yet used the power that God can only use.

Even if King Arthur is stronger than the strong man from the East and has a higher realm than him, once he uses the laws that God can control, the only thing he faces is destruction.

"hiss!"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but breathe.

Oh my god.

Haven't used all your strength yet?

What kind of monster is this?

Is God coming to the East?

"In fact, God has favored Europe, but there are more powerful geniuses in the East..."

There was a bishop who spoke out everyone's voice.

It is not that God has not favored Europe, but that God has favored Europe, and King Arthur is the favor brought by God.

...

Different space.

God the Lord looked at the mirror projection ahead and smiled bitterly, "In fact, the East is not under my control."

What kind of monsters arise in the East has nothing to do with me.

There is a stronger existence in the East.

Emperor Tian, ​​Gonggong, Zhurong, Nuwa and other super gods favored him. How dare he, a little god, take care of the East?

Besides.

He is just a fake God, which is embarrassing.

"Lord, this has bullied your territory. Why haven't you taken action?" At this time, a burst of black smoke rose, and a young man full of death came and said playfully.

"Take action? How to take action? The trouble caused by King Arthur himself does not need to involve our European cultivation world."

The Lord shook his head and said, "This is not an ordinary practitioner, this is an existence who controls the complete law, and we are not his opponents, Satan."

Yes, this young man is Satan.

It is a terrifying existence that trembles when people are famous.

It is rumored that God and the God of Death are in oppositional relationships, but in fact, they are secretly their best confidants and friends.

"You're just scared."

Satan said sarcastically: "By relying on our suppression through realm, we can kill him. According to the realm of the Eastern cultivation world, at most it is an existence at the level of the sword immortal, far from reaching the realm of the sword immortal back then."

"You can do it, go!"

The Lord didn't want to continue talking nonsense to him, saying, "First of all, I think, I need to remind you that it is an existence who controls the law. The suppression at the level of life cannot be suppressed too much. Once the other party sacrifices his life to fight, I'm afraid you will really become a god of death."

"So, King Arthur, you gave up?"

Satan looked at him playfully and said jokingly.

Are you going to give up King Arthur?

"hehe."

...

The battle has entered a white-hot stage.

King Arthur gradually became in a state of disability, his face became more and more serious. The enemy was too strong.

But he is King Arthur and will not be defeated.

Absolutely not.

"Die to me."

He was completely ruthless.

Even if I will die today, this Eastern practitioner will still have to be buried with me and my friends.

"die?"

Ye Xuan wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at King Arthur playfully, and said, "Since you are going to let me die, then I won't play with you anymore, accept death."

The words are over.

His surroundings were gradually filled with the laws of killing, and the laws of killing realized through the power of the god-killing god.

A red war sword showed its true body to Europe.

He reached out to hold the sword, his robe slammed, and suddenly swung it, and a sharp sword energy splashed out, tearing the space and slashed straight towards a mountain below.

The sword energy seemed to cut into tofu, instantly cutting the tall mountain crawling on its face.

"The King's Judgment."

The terrible energy gathered wildly above the king, and was held by King Arthur, and rushed towards Yexuan like a tiger.

His mount has been killed by their terrible aftermath.

Ye Xuan looked at King Arthur with contempt. You are the only ones who shouted slogans like this.

He also held the red battle sword in his hand and rushed towards King Arthur at the same speed.

"Click."

The two battle swords collided with each other, and King Arthur's King's Sword broke instantly, but the battle sword in Ye Xuan's hand was still wrapped in a stream of immortals, without any wear and tear. The terrible laws kept lingering on it.

The sword of war slashed into his shoulders, and the power of the law also poured into King Arthur's body, constantly destroying the energy in his body.

"You lost."

Ye Xuan looked at him coldly, and a cold voice rang in his ears.

"Only the dead king, no lost king."

King Arthur's eyes were bloodshot and he said viciously.

There are only kings who die on the battlefield, but no kings who lose.

He, King Arthur, has his own pride.

"Free gift."

Ye Xuan stretched out his cold big hand, held King Arthur's neck, and said coldly: "Did you ever think of the fate of you and your Knights today?"

"I thought about it, but I never thought I would die at the hands of you, the powerful people in Jiuzhou."

King Arthur felt the cold big hands pinching his neck, and the power in his body was sealed in an instant, but he did not admit defeat, and there was no fear in his eyes. He said, "I should have ignored my identity and forcibly erased the cultivator from Jiuzhou."

"Erashes? Humph, you don't need to be erased. Today I will erase you, pay tribute to the spirit of the master in heaven, and slaughter your Britain, and slaughter your royal family, all the royal family, including your tribe members, and would rather kill one of the wrong ones than let one go."

Ye Xuan sneered and said, "Your body will not stay in Europe. I will suppress you in Jiuzhou and let you guys who are ambitious, see, this is the end of provoking Jiuzhou."

"You, this demon..."

King Arthur stared at him angrily, you were simply a demon.

asshole.

War does not involve innocent people.

"Devil? Maybe, I recall that I personally ruined billions of lives. Who can say anything? Who dares to care about me?" Ye Xuan said coldly.

A crisp crack sounded.
To be continued...