The craziest doctor

Atik was furious at Xu Qingyun's words.

Xu Qingyun said indifferently: "You think you are superior, but you are no different from an ant in my eyes."

"If I want to defeat you, one sword is enough!"

Is one sword enough? !

As soon as this remark came out, there was an instant silence.

"What did you say!" Artik thought he had heard wrong, and that he could defeat him with a single sword, which was extremely arrogant.

Everyone watching the battle gasped, how arrogant they were.

However, some people became silent while watching the battle, maybe they had been slapped in the face too many times.

What if, this Chinese warrior did it?

But soon, they put this idea aside, impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Do you think you won by blocking my Eternal Holy Sword?" Atik said with a sneer.

This Chinese warrior is really arrogant and ignorant, does he really think that the holy knights of the Holy See are so easy to kill?You can really say that you are ignorant and arrogant.

Under everyone's questioning eyes, Xu Qingyun showed a faint smile on his face.

Stepping out with one step, the Xiaoyaoyou movement method was used, and it appeared more than ten meters away in an instant, with an extremely fast speed, as if teleporting.

At the same time, Jian Guang appeared.

Long Li drew his sword out of its sheath and held it tightly in his hand.

With Xu Qingyun's footsteps moving forward, the sword power on his body continued to increase, and a layer of light-colored energy surrounded his body, which was a hegemonic body being displayed.

Xu Qingyun blocked Artik's eternal holy sword head-on just now, and what he used was the first-level hegemony.

The defensive power of the first-tier hegemony is stronger than Xu Qingyun imagined.

Part of the horror of physical training lies in its amazing defense, but it must be more than that.

Under the first-level hegemony, Xu Qingyun's strength, speed, defense... are all improving.

The white clothes fluttered, and the sword intent surged.

The aura in Xu Qingyun's body climbed to a terrifying height in a very short period of time.

A pair of eyes, like containing stars in the sea, unfathomable.

This terrifying aura instantly made the faces of countless spectators change suddenly, turning pale and bloodless.

This majestic momentum, this aura like the abyss, is like the gods in the sky looking down on all living beings.

There is nothing more powerful than this.

Artik's face was also changing, but he still didn't believe that the opponent could defeat him with a single sword.

How could the other party do what he couldn't do.

People who are too conceited don't know that what they can't do, others can often do.

"I am a dignified paladin, how could I be defeated by a Chinese warrior like you!"

"The holy light shines, I will be eternal!"

White holy light gushed out of Atik's body, and the holy light lingered around his body, wrapping his body, and his aura also increased accordingly.

With a roar, he rode on a war horse and held a holy sword, facing Xu Qingyun.

Like a fearless stormtrooper.

Xu Qingyun made the next move, and the Longli sword in his hand dropped, and the light of the sword skyrocketed.

This was the first time Xu Qingyun fought in the state of a super-heavy body.

Two different swords meet on the way.

One is the sword of the West, and the other is the sword of the East.

One person has white holy light on his body, and the other person has light-colored domineering energy on his body.

With the two at the center, terrifying power swept in all directions, and the power was dazzling and constantly erupting.

Everyone tried their best to open their eyes wide, watching this terrifying scene.

Under the blessing of the Holy Light, Artik's strength has reached level seven, which is also the realm of the earth fairy for Chinese warriors.

And Xu Qingyun's strength has already surpassed that of the Earth Immortal.

Click!

It sounded like a broken sound.

Surprised the audience.

The holy sword in Artik's hand broke and broke into several sections.

"Ah! This is impossible, impossible!"

How could his holy sword break, how could it be possible!

Artik has gone crazy, and the holy light in his body is pouring out like a sluice reservoir.

This terrifying holy light raised Artik's strength to a whole new level.

But at the same time, the price he paid was Shouyuan, and Artik's face became old at a speed visible to the naked eye, aging by dozens of years in an instant.

Artik's eyes were tearing open, and only madness and ferocity remained on his wrinkled face.

"Die, die!"

The broken holy sword was repaired under the baptism of the holy light, but it was not completely repaired, and the holy sword began to break and break again.

"Impossible, impossible, how could the power of the Holy Light lose, I am the most loyal believer, how could I lose!"

Attic shouted hoarsely, his eyes were bloodshot and full of despair.

boom!

Artik's body flew out like a cannonball and hit the ground heavily. Wherever it passed, trees were broken and grass was broken, and sand and stones were splashed.

Artik spit out a mouthful of blood.

And looking carefully, it can be found that there is a long sword wound on Artik's chest, the bone can be seen deep, and the blood is dripping.

"I'm not defeated, I'm not defeated..."

Artik repeated the words.

The holy light on his body has long since dissipated without a trace.

Holding the Longli Sword in his hand, Xu Qingyun volleyed proudly in the air, his white clothes fluttered, and the moonlight scattered, coating it with a layer of brilliance, which was dazzling.

All the spectators who saw this scene were stunned and dumbfounded.

It is said that defeating Artik with one sword is defeating Artik with one sword, and there is no need for a second sword.

Looking at the god-like young man bathed in the moonlight, the last thing left in these people's eyes is awe, the awe of the peerless powerhouse.

This Chinese warrior, Immortal Emperor Qingyun, defeated Artike, the top ten holy knights of the Holy See, and he won so easily.

This shocking scene can make them unforgettable forever and remain in their hearts forever.

Xu Qingyun looked at Artike and said proudly:

"I said I would defeat you with one sword, but I was wrong!"

Artik clutched the horrific wound on his chest, looking at his withered hands, his face full of despair.

He practiced hard for decades, loyal to the Holy See, believed in the Holy Spirit, and pursued strength. In the end, he was no match for someone else's sword.

In Atik's eyes, the last thing left was despair.

Xu Qingyun withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at Artike.

He didn't kill Attic because he was already dead.

Artik's faith and faith had completely collapsed under Xu Qingyun's sword just now.

A believer of the Holy See whose faith has collapsed, without faith, is a useless person, a dead person.

Maybe it won't be long before Artik will die by himself, or he may become a walking corpse and spend the rest of his life in pain, or he may be expelled and slaughtered by his loyal Holy See.

Xu Qingyun wants more people to see Artike, let more people from the Holy See see Artike, let them see their so-called invincible strong man, who is vulnerable in front of Xu Qingyun, who can stand in front of him Faith is easily broken.

It is easy to kill, but difficult to kill.

"Kill me, kill me, kill me!"

Suddenly, Artik looked at Xu Qingyun and roared angrily.

He wants to use death as a relief, he wants to die, but he is too weak to have the courage to kill himself.

Xu Qingyun ignored it. Under the eyes of all the people watching the battle, Xu Qingyun volleyed in the air and flew towards the west, which was where the Kaluo Kingdom's palace was located.