"What? Is Father Mitheus back? He's going to fight Bishop Chull in a life-and-death battle! Well, I'll have to check it out. ”

"Mitheus vs. Chull, it's a very interesting battle, but I have very important things to deal with. What the! The wonderful wind is coming! Hum! Then I have to go and cheer them on, it's not easy to meet him! ”

"Bishop Chull did the right thing! Mitheus was dizzy, he dared to bring Miao Junfeng here, didn't he know that this was a holy place? ”

"Hey! The time to come is always coming, so I'll just take a look! Hopefully, this turmoil will end in the Arena. ”

Chur was a warm-hearted man, and he really did as Bismarck asked, visiting every high-ranking person in the Holy Land. He tried his best to persuade each of them, and he didn't miss anything because of the different objects.

In the dueling arena of the Arena, Mitheus and Chull stood opposite each other a hundred meters apart.

"Mitheus, see no, more and more clergy are rushing here. Do you know why they are here? Because they want to see me slay you, a sinner, with my own hands. ”

"Chur, after so many years, you still love to brag! If you don't change your boasting, you can only stop here in this life. ”

"Humph! It's useless to talk too much, look at the tricks! Glory to the Lord! ”

"Whoosh...", hundreds of golden beams shot out from mid-air, mercilessly hitting Mitheus.

If hit by a beam, Mitheus will turn into a bloody sieve. But will he die for a while and a half, and he can still survive for a little time, leaving his last words.

"Angel's Guardian!" Mitheus calmly whispered.

With a "pop", an angel with wings stretched appeared behind Mitheus. Circles of golden light spread out from the angel's body, wrapping Mitheus layer by layer like ripples.

The sound of "puff puff..." sounded one after another, and the beams of light dripped into the deep and vast ocean like raindrops breaking through the sky.

The beams of light come from the light, and the angels come from the kingdom of heaven. In the kingdom of heaven, there is sunlight everywhere, and the beam of light is the weapon held by the angels.

"Chur, your ability has not improved, and this is the trick to make a move. Can't you just be a little fresh? It seems that apart from delving into the power struggle, you don't care about your own cultivation at all.

Ay! Do you know that you are sacrificing your money? If you want to become His Majesty the Pope, in addition to being highly respected and having many supporters, your own strength is also indispensable. ”

"Shut up! I know better than you what to do! Spear of Heavenly Punishment! ”

As soon as Chur made a move, a spear of lightning as white as silver flashed and disappeared from the void, and in the next moment, it appeared in front of Mitheus's chest.

Under everyone's nervous gaze, Mitheus slowly raised his right hand and grasped the spear of heavenly punishment that was about to pierce into his body.

"His cultivation has improved again, and he can even merge himself with the angel's phantom, borrowing the angel's divine power for his own use."

"Yes! Only a faithful servant of the Lord can hold this spear of punishment. ”

Mitheus turned three hundred and sixty degrees in place, and threw back the spear of punishment in his hand.

"Chur, give you back your spear." Mitheus stood there and said to him with a smile on his face.

Faced with Mitheus's smile, Chull felt a lot of pressure. This spear of punishment was not the one he had thrown before. Now the spear of punishment is in the hands of the angels.

Chull was very unwilling, he didn't expect to use his killer weapon so soon. In this way, even if he can kill Mitheus, in his heart, he will always leave a little regret.

With a "poof", a golden scepter with a ruby inlay at the top was summoned by Chur.

When he saw this scepter, the first person to be shocked was Mitheus. His mind fluctuated unusually violently in an instant.

With the loss of his mind, the spear of punishment that attacked Chur quickly dissipated in the air, and there was no need for Chur to do anything more.

Seeing this scene, Miao Junfeng smiled bitterly and said to Bismarck: "Old Mai, your mouth is really smart. The last thing you want to happen happens. If this situation continues, Mitheus will only be passively beaten.

Do you know whose scepter was summoned by Chur? Why was Mitheus so excited when he saw it? ”

"I'll cut it short! This scepter is not an ordinary scepter, but a scepter held by previous popes. If there is anyone who has the most heartfelt heart for the previous pope, it is undoubtedly Mitheus.

The death of the previous pope is still an open case, and no one knows how he died. As an extremely strong person, how could he sleep to death in one sleep? ”

"OMG! I just wanted to have a cup of tea, so why would I be involved in such a complicated matter? Combined with what Chull said earlier, I only now understand why the Holy See sees me as a thorn in the side.

It took a long time for the current pope to feel uneasy about the living Mitheus, and then became suspicious of everyone around him. ”

"Junfeng, you stop your reasoning first, and quickly pay attention to Mitheus in the arena, I think Chull is going to attack Mitheus!" Simai anxiously urged Miao Junfeng.

"Mitheus, do you dare to do it to me again? This is the self-defense artifact that your most respected teacher left me. If you dare to attack me, it will be disrespectful to the previous pope.

For the sake of your colleagues, I advise you to kill yourself! lest I stain the holy vessels in my hands. ”

Mitheus stood dumbfounded, ignoring Chull's words. The bits and pieces of being with the teacher keep coming to mind.

In order to find out the truth about the death of the teacher, he did not hesitate to form an irreparable hatred with the current pope, and even offended all the people who supported the current pope.

"I don't know what's wrong! Suffer death! "Chul hates to be ignored. Driven by his rage, he raised the scepter in his hand and charged towards Mitheus.

"King Ming's sword! Pro! ”

Miao Junfeng thought together, and the sword of King Ming turned into a golden beam of light and escaped into the arena. It circled the scepter at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, like slicing tofu.

There was a "click", and the scepter made a crisp cracking sound as Chull swung it down.

"No!" Mitheus roared, the last thing he wanted to see was right now.

This time, it was Chul's turn to be stunned. He hadn't reacted until now, how could the scepter in his hand shatter for no reason? You know, this is a real artifact!

Mitheus, who was rushed to his head with anger, burst out with his strongest punch. The punch slammed into Chull's heart with precision.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Chur was like a broken sack in the wind, and was smashed dozens of meters away by this punch.

When he was lying on the ground, he was like a deflated ball, with only the air left and no more breath to enter.