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Whoa!

The sky is split, and the naked eye can directly see the big stars!

The trajectory of time was distorted by this blow. Saints thousands of years ago felt the power of this knife, and in the long river of time, they cast amazed eyes.

Chapter 1801 The Power of the Gods

Everyone was silent.

Even the old monk clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

"This knife made me seem to see the battlefield where the heavens once fought."

Yang Dingfeng's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it.

"Fuck!"

"This knife, I'm afraid it can split God!"

Lin Xi, Xia Yuyan...

Everyone was silent, and at this moment, there seemed to be only that figure left in the world.

A moment later, Lancelot's body was consumed to the point of illusion.

The time trajectory gradually dissipated until the sky was completely closed, and everyone present still couldn't recover for a long time.

The sage still hasn't left his mortal body.

Fight the gods with mortal bodies.

Lin Que really did it.

This undoubtedly created a precedent for the East and the West, and even the entire world, and even the Three Realms!

Above the sky, Lin Que put away the Heavenly Punishment Saber.

At this moment, his body was dim, and all the strength in his body had been exhausted.

The corners of his mouth slightly lifted, revealing a smile.

"Behind every successful man, there is a silently dedicated woman."

"Morgana, you are great!"

Morgana:  …

Just after he finished speaking, his body trembled suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Lancelot's divine power surged, and his body solidified again.

Lin Que did not kill him with all his sword strikes!

"Hahahaha!"

"Lin Que!"

"You actually tried to kill God in vain, you are too naive!"

"How can an ant like you understand the power of the gods?"

Under the battlefield, everyone was silent.

Although he failed to kill Lancelot, Lin Que's ability to do so exceeded their expectations.

Before everyone in Vatican Temple could react, Lancelot pointed his spear obliquely.

"Come on!"

With an order, countless figures walked out of the believers behind him.

At the time of life and death, all the chivalry he had said before had become empty talk.

Those believers surrounded Lin Que.

Mo Qingcheng and the others had cold eyes.

The old monk's Buddha name was low.

"Amitabha."

"Disciples of Vatican Temple obey my orders!"

"exist!"

"Keep Lin Que, if he dies, there is no need for Vatican Temple to gain a foothold in the world!"

"Yes!"

Thousands of monks were about to move, but at this moment, the space above their heads was rippling.

There are other forces appearing here!

Countless figures tore through the void and walked out, exuding a terrifying aura.

"United States, genetic warrior!"

When Lin Que saw the person coming, his pupils shrank.

Seeing this, Ye Ni and the others rose into the air and stood guard beside Lin Que.

The leader was their old acquaintance, Tuo'er, who was holding a thunder hammer, looked at Lin Que and the others with a sneer on his face, and said with a sneer, "Lin Que, you are at the end of the road."

"It's better to surrender obediently."

Lin Que clutched his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and said weakly, "When we were in the sea of ​​chaos, I should have killed you."

"Humph."

Thor snorted coldly and gave an order, and the genetic warrior behind him rushed out with murderous intent.

The old monk hadn't planned to stand by and watch, but just as he was about to order an attack, there were shouts of killing everywhere!

At the source of the sound, a phalanx came from the western boundary.

The spears and horses, the cold light of the armor merged into one place, and the momentum was menacing!

"Knights!"

In an instant, a square formation of more than [-] people surrounded the old monk.

A tall figure stepped out on a leaping horse, lifted the helmet mask on his face, and exuded the power of a semi-sacred peak.

"Monk, Vatican Temple should not be involved in this matter."

"Thinking of you is also a person of faith."

"Leave now, I won't be embarrassed."

The old monk's face remained unchanged, and he asked.

"Who are you?"

"Son of the Knight of the Lake, Lance Lodge."

While reporting his name, he showed his strength with all his might.

The prestige of the half saint swept the audience!

On the battlefield, the killing intent that had just calmed down rose again!

The old monk clasped his hands together.

"Go and help Lin Que."

"Remember what I just said."

"Yes."

Thousands of monks soared into the air, but Lance Lodge did not stop them.

And with so many people, he couldn't stop them even if he wanted to.

"Monk, if this is the case, then don't blame me for being rude."

The old monk smiled gently.

"If you want to stop me, it's not enough for you people."

Lance Lodge came prepared this time, holding his spear high, and his thick voice spread throughout the audience.

"Array!"

Rumble.

With the sound of horseshoes and smoke and dust, 4000 people formed a mysterious battle formation with Lance Lodge as the core.

"This formation, known as the Macedonian battle formation, originated from mortals."

"After being fused with the power of the semi-holy, it is more than enough to kill a saint!"

The old monk scanned for a long time, and his complexion finally changed.

Each of these four thousand people has a good cultivation base.

Among them, the tallest one has already reached the half-step Supreme Realm.

This formation is exactly as Lance Lodge said.

A small team of ten people, a squadron of a hundred people, and a large team of a thousand people.

Mutual dismantling and fusion, unpredictable.

Even old monks feel great pressure.

Lance Lodge stopped dissuading him, pointing his spear obliquely.

"kill!"

Shout out and detonate the battlefield!

"Amitabha!"

The old monk's eyes were golden, and the Dharma was so powerful that it soaked half of the sky.

With one hand, Sanskrit symbols are entwined between the palms.

He struck out with one palm, and the void twisted.

This blow is enough to easily destroy a middle-stage Supreme Realm!

But the oncoming [-]-man squadron had no intention of backing down.

Their strength merged into one place, and they forcibly resisted this ultimate move.

The old monk clearly felt that under the leadership of Lance Lodge, his power was dispersed and drawn to the entire battle formation!

The pressure of one person is shared by 4000 people!

This is the true power of the Macedonian battle formation!

And the one-hundred-man squadron, of course, was unscathed, and rushed to the front.

The cold light of the spear is here in an instant!

The old monk did not dodge or dodge, and the Sanskrit in his palm was even brighter.

The body of King Kong is fully exposed, and the spear is forcibly shaken!

when!when!when!

The sound of gold and iron clashing came out, and the tip of the spear was so sharp that it couldn't even leave a white mark on his body.

Afterwards, the old monk fell into an endless battle.

The crowd tactics also have disadvantages. Even if he is surrounded from all sides, he will face the attack of dozens of people at the same time at most.

but.

Killing takes time.

Escape is impossible.