Hearing the words of Deputy Pope Enoch, the Blood Clan Elder and the Werewolf Elder nodded heavily: "Okay!"

In the next moment, the two elders personally led their own people, swept to the water, poured out of the nest, and intercepted Luo Yu.

At the same time, Deputy Pope Enoch looked at the Twelve Heavenly Guards and said solemnly: "Luo Xianyu Extraordinary People, it seems that you can't keep it anymore, use the Great Judgment of Light!"

Hearing this, the twelve silver-robed priests nodded in unison, laid their staffs flat on their chests, and prayed silently.

Each of them began to radiate a divine light, and countless bits of light converged from that direction of Europe.

That's the power of faith!

On the sea, in the face of the people and horses who swooped like locusts, Luo Yu's face was not wavering.

Even Luo Yu saw that on the small island in the rear, the Twelve Heavenly Guards were brewing terrifying means.

"I, the Prince of the Slashing Blood, the leader of the werewolves, the guardian of the Holy See, and the cardinal, want to give you forces a warning, and now it seems that you still don't have a long memory. ”

Luo Yu held the Qinglian Sword in his hand, like a sword immortal descending to earth, full of killing intent.

"Then let me stain this sea with blood today, and kill you until you are terrified!"

After a few breaths, a green lotus bloomed under Luo Yu's feet, and the endless sword light, like a long song expressing the poetry of the sword, enveloped this sea area.

In an instant, the figures that pounced on them seemed to have fallen into a meat grinder, and before they could get close, their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Ahh

The terrible screams came and went.

The Qinglian Sword Song is the first chaotic sword intent after the opening of the sky.

Qinglian Sword Song has accompanied the owner of the Qinglian Sword for several generations, and has also created several peerless sword immortals.

But to be honest, even Li Taibai's peerless sword immortals didn't really understand this chaotic sword intent, let alone tap into the mystery and power of its avenue level.

Until this life, Qinglian Sword Song ushered in the strongest master in history.

As a feather saint and a chaotic immortal, Luo Yu can make the best use of things, and he is confident that he will shine in the Three Realms and make a prestige.

On an island in the distance, everyone climbed to a high place.

Looking at this terrible scene, Qiao Yumeng said nervously and excitedly: "Brother-in-law is killing people!"

"I didn't expect him to be the owner of this generation of Qinglian Sword!"

Sister Meng took a breath, as a mythical figure who has lived for thousands of years, she has witnessed the extraordinary legend of several generations of Qinglian Sword masters, and is well versed in the power of Qinglian Sword Song.

"Back then, there was a sword immortal from the East, who slashed the god of the Temple of Olympus, making it seem to be this kind of swordsmanship!"

Medusa also remembered some of the past from a long time ago.

Mu Chengcheng said excitedly beside him: "I see that his sword is unsheathed today, and I am afraid that he will kill these people without leaving a piece of armor, so he will not give up!"

Sister Meng looked up at the path behind the battlefield, saw the halo shrouded there, and said worriedly: "The Twelve Heavenly Guards are the trump card of the Holy See, born to deal with the world's top powerhouses, I think they seem to be brewing some kind of devastating blows." ”

......

On the sea, these people failed to successfully hold Luo Yu as Enoch Vice Pope wished, but instead used their lives to appreciate the edge of Luo Yu's Qinglian Sword.

As soon as the fierce battle began, it turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Luo Yu's sword is like a rainbow, invincible, and every sword cut down must drink blood.

Countless corpses and limbs were scattered on the surface of the sea, attracting countless sharks to swim.

Large swaths of water have been dyed red.

In less than three minutes, there was almost no one around the Blood Clan Elder and the Werewolf Elder.

"It's all death reaping!"

"We can't stop him!"

The two old men themselves were also disheveled, and they kept retreating in embarrassment, terrified.

Standing on the island, Vice-Pope Enoch gasped when he saw this tragic scene.

He looked at the Twelve Heavenly Guards, and the cold voice was transmitted: "Carry it for me for another minute, and it will be fine immediately!"

Hearing this, the Blood Clan Elder and the Werewolf Elder were in the mood to vomit blood.

"Enoch, are you sure that if we fight to the death for another minute, your people can suppress Luo Xianyu?"

The Blood Clan Elder questioned fiercely.

"In the name of my God, I promise you!"

Enoch's vice-pope swore an oath.

"Good!!"

The Blood Clan Elder and the Werewolf Elder glanced at each other and nodded heavily: "Then let's fight!"

"Give it to me!" In the next moment, the two old things stopped retreating, and ordered the remaining clan masters around them with a fierce face.

"Luo Xianyu, you are crazy about killing, and you have washed this sea area with blood, and invisibly, it has also created a favorable battlefield for me!"

The Blood Clan Elder stared at the red-stained seawater, his face showing greed and madness, and sneered.

"Poof~~"

The old thing suddenly slapped his backhand and slapped it heavily on his chest, spurting out a large mouthful of blood.

The old thing's blood fell into the sea, and quickly merged with the blood of the dead and wounded in the sea, causing the red water to emit a strange light.

"With my blood, sacrifice the sea of blood, the tide of blood, rise!"

The old thing looked like a mad demon drank it, and in an instant, the red-dyed sea water, as if it was boiling, surged, and in a moment, there were blood waves dozens of meters high, like a tide, rushing towards Luo Yu.

The werewolf elder also let go, took out a gray-black pill from his arms, and hesitated for a day before swallowing it vigorously.

In the next second, the old guy's clothes were torn by the skyrocketing body.

A burly werewolf monster appeared on the sea.

We all know that on the night of the full moon, werewolves can transform into half-orcs and increase their strength skyrocketing.

It's broad daylight, and this old monster has also transformed.

This is undoubtedly because of that gray-black pill.

It is actually something made from the ashes of the strong men of the wolf clan in the past, and it can stimulate the primitive wildness of the werewolf clan, and it can be forcibly transformed without the need for a full moon night.

But the price is that after the transformation, don't think about returning to your original appearance, and in the future, you can only survive in the form of a half-orc, hiding in a dark corner!

"Luo Xianyu, let's fight with you!"

One of these two old monsters transformed, and the other controlled the blood tide, and rushed towards Luo Yu recklessly.

"It's just an ant!"

Luo Yu had already killed all the masters of the two clans at this time, and in the face of the two crazy old monsters, he had no intention of stopping.

He swept his sword horizontally, instantly setting off a sword wave of tens of meters, pushing sideways and hitting the blood tide.

The old werewolf monster tried to sneak attack, but Luo Yu reflexively kicked the old monster in the chest and kicked it heavily in the chest, kicking it hundreds of meters away.

One of the two old monsters was poor in donkey skills, and the other vomited blood and fell into the water, and his eyes were full of despair.

But at this moment, on the small island behind them, the white light they had been waiting for finally lit up.

In the blink of an eye, a huge cross of light was suspended above Luo Yu.

"Luo Xianyu, your end has come, meet the great judgment that will destroy you!"

Seeing that the Twelve Celestial Guards had succeeded in unleashing the Great Judgment of Light, Deputy Pope Enoch laughed in ecstasy.

(End of chapter)