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If it hadn't been for a temporary delay, the middle-aged man in white would have appeared long ago. He really wanted to know if Abbott would disappoint him this time, and if he had caught the Huaxia woman.

When he first arrived here, he felt the weak but potentially powerful fluctuations in Shu Zining's body.

Finally, he was satisfied with the Pope, and he was planning to give him some rewards, but who knew that when he found the Pope, he happened to find out that he had attacked Best and devoured him with very evil means.

Middle-aged people can feel the Pope's ambition, and even more the hatred in his heart. Now that he has this kind of cultivation method in his hands, coupled with the distortion in his heart, he can do anything.

The middle-aged man is not a fool, he will not leave himself a trouble, and now the person he wants has been found, the Pope is useless, killing him will not affect the continuation of the Holy See, just support a new Pope .

"Are you really going to kill me?"

"Hmph! You're even trying to kill me, but you don't have the strength now, and if you swallow it up, it will be a threat to me. Do you think I'll be honored by a potential threat?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly. .

The Pope gritted his teeth. At this moment, he regretted so much, regretted that he should lose his mind, regretted that he should not talk nonsense with Alger, regretted that he should find a secret place to kill Best.

But these are all his unilateral thoughts, which only shows that he was unlucky. It happened that the middle-aged man in white came here today. With the strength of the middle-aged man in white, no matter where he hides, he can detect him. exist.

This is really a matter of luck. If he had discovered the parchment and the secret cultivation method on it one day earlier, maybe nothing would have happened today, and he might have devoured all the people under his command in one day. , and can improve the strength several grades.

However, this person is not as good as God, the broad road is in front of him, but he finds that he will never be able to set foot on that road. At this time, the Pope feels both regretful and aggrieved.

What he wants most now is how to escape, how to escape from this person. If he escapes smoothly this time, the next time he appears, he will not be afraid of him, but this hateful middle-aged man.

"There's no need to struggle, you can't escape, you can solve it yourself, I don't want to get my hands dirty." The middle-aged man said indifferently.

"I don't want to die! Please give me a chance."

"impossible!"

The pope's heart was extremely cold, but at this moment the difference in strength made him have to bow his head.

Mu Feng twirled the lighter in his hand, watched the scene with interest, then lit the lighter with a chirp, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and walked out slowly.

He had already heard what the middle-aged man in white said just now. He was afraid that this person had appeared before they touched here, and he had discovered the old thing Pope long ago. He saw the whole process of Bester being killed. Argel only found here when he heard the screams.

Therefore, Mu Feng was sure that the middle-aged man in white had been alarmed when he and Alger came here, but the other party didn't say anything.

The first feeling is that this person's strength should be stronger than Domon's, and the second feeling is that this person's strength should be comparable to the dead Susanoo.

The pope also heard the sound of the lighter, and immediately turned his head. When he saw Mu Feng's familiar but unfamiliar oriental face, he suddenly felt as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Mr. Mufeng, that's him. This is the person who asked me to catch your woman." The pope retreated to Mufeng's side, pointing at the middle-aged man in white.

He wished that Mu Feng and the white-clothed middle-aged man could have a fight, so that he could take advantage of the chaos and escape, as long as he could escape today, everything would change.

Of course, he was not wrong, and it was indeed the order of the middle-aged man in white.

"Mr. Mufeng, do you know? The lady surnamed Shu has a very special physique. They wanted to obtain this physique and turn her into a killer machine." Seeing that Mufeng was only smoking a cigarette without speaking, the Pope He spoke again, thinking about continuing to provoke the relationship between Mu Feng and the middle-aged man in white, trying to ignite the flame as much as possible.

Mu Feng glanced at the Pope, took another puff of the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt away, and then stared at the middle-aged man opposite, "He said it was your idea to take my woman?"

"Yes, it was my idea."

Mu Feng smiled, and suddenly locked the Pope's neck, "I want me to fight him, and then you take the opportunity to escape, sorry, I won't be fooled, the matter between us will be settled after you die. "

After finishing speaking, Mu Feng threw the Pope to the feet of the middle-aged man in white, "Leave it to you."

The middle-aged man in white didn't respond. He looked at the Pope with a frown, and slowly raised his hand, which became a knife in his hand. A force condensed instantly, "Abouto, you asked for everything."

"Shet! It's not that easy to kill me!" The Pope suddenly threw something to attract the attention of the middle-aged man in white clothes, and then quickly took out two things, one was a crown made of thorns, and he held it in his hand. It is a yellow cup.

Mu Feng recognized it, the cup should be the Holy Grail in the legend, and the crown should be the crown of thorns, these two things are holy artifacts in the culture of the Holy See, unexpectedly they were both in the hands of this old man.

"I admit that you are very strong. The power of the crown of thorns can enhance my defense, but the Holy Grail can enhance my attack. There are two things. I may not be your opponent." The pope regained the momentum just now.

This time, the middle-aged man in white didn't talk nonsense with him, and let go of his hand as soon as he said it, and soon the two of them started fighting.

Mu Feng and Alger got together to watch the excitement.

"fine."

"It's okay, just a little injury." Alger smiled, "Heh! That old thing has become stronger with two holy artifacts."

"It's useless, he can't last fifty strokes."

At the beginning of the fight, dozens of masters from the Paladin Legion and Ascetic Monks were alarmed. When they rushed here, they found that the Pope was fighting with a strange middle-aged man, and on the other side was their acquaintance Alger. There is also an oriental.

Among the more than thirty people, only a few knew Mu Feng, and most of them knew Alger, so when they saw him appearing here, their first reaction was to surround him.

"Alger, you still dare to come here."

Glancing at Mu Feng, Alger wanted to laugh, but he finally held back. A few white-clothed priests were eager to try, "I'm curious, why I didn't dare to come."

"You are a traitor to the Holy See. You stole the holy artifact, and you dare to come here. You are looking for death."

Suddenly, Alger's face turned cold, "Who told me that I was a traitor, and who told you that I stole the sacred artifact?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Alger pointed at the Pope who resisted the attack of the middle-aged man in white, "Is that the old man?"

"Bold, Alger, if you dare to say another word to insult His Majesty the Pope, don't blame us for being rude."

Hearing this, Alger became even more angry, "Fake and your family, when are you fucking polite, come on, come if you have the guts, a group of idiots who are fooled and don't work hard."

"You..." One person was about to speak, but was stopped by the other person, who shook his head at him, and then looked at Alger, "What do you mean by that, what do you mean being tricked?"

Alger snorted, pointed at the middle-aged man in white and said, "Do you want to know who that man is?"

"He is the messenger of God, and your respected His Majesty the Pope is now fighting with the messenger of God, and wants to kill a group of you."

"You are lying!"

"impossible!"

"Believe it or not." Alger stopped talking nonsense.

Boom!

The top of the church was crashed, the pope fell from it, the crown of thorns on his head disappeared, and the Holy Grail in his hand changed shape, but the middle-aged man was safe and sound.

With the defense and strength of these two holy artifacts, the pope thought that even if he would not win, at least he would have a chance to escape, but he did not expect that he would have no chance to escape during the fight, and he was embarrassed in such a short period of time. of defeat.

"Who are you?" This person is too powerful to be an ordinary person.

Three pairs of light wings suddenly appeared behind the middle-aged man in white. It was three pairs. Everyone in the Holy See knew what three pairs meant.

"My name is Raphael."

Raphael!

That was one of the four angels in the records of the Holy See. I didn't expect this middle-aged man to be him, the one in the legend.

Although the Pope is not dead at this time, he already wants to die. He even threatened to kill this person. Why?

The strength of the four angels under Jehovah's seat is only one line weaker than him. Raphael's strength may not be comparable to that of the defected Lucifer, but for the pope, this scumbag, he can only look up to him. He never dreamed that he would often The person who scolded him was such a powerful person.

Alger was also stunned, no wonder this man is so strong, he leaned closer to Mu Feng, "This man is very strong, he is difficult to deal with, Boss, I'm afraid you are no match for him."

Mu Feng's expression was dignified, but he quickly raised his eyebrows. He didn't come here this time for the purpose of wrangling, just putting on a show, and this incident happened by chance.

Now that Raphael has more status, Mu Feng is more hopeful about Shu Zining's future fighting power.

This fight has to be fought, and it has to be played happily.

The group of white-clothed priests and ascetics stopped talking. The three pairs of light wings behind Raphael were not fake. They didn't know why the pope would fight with an angel, but there was no need to think about it now. It's the old stuff.

"Still struggling?" Raphael said in a deep voice.

The Pope got up from the ground, his old face twitched violently a few times, and suddenly he laughed loudly, "Angel? Hahaha, don't think I don't know, don't forget that I am also from that world, you are all a bunch of deceitful villains .”

"You are looking for death!" Raphael's figure flickered, turned into a white light, pierced through the Pope's body, stopped and appeared again, and said, "Since we are from the same place, you shouldn't do this, let alone How stupid."

Mu Feng watched this scene playfully, it was very interesting, dog bites dog, angel?They were originally a group of deceitful people.

The pope froze there like that, and finally shattered into a pile of fragments.

Looking at the fragments on the ground, Mu Feng's heart trembled, this method of killing people is really not simple.