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"Hahaha-----" A long laugh.

Cao Zhehua's figure was like a tiger entering the flock of sheep, and broke into the encirclement of the Royal Guard and the seventy-two elites. With a raising his hand, he had already killed two guards rushing in front, and his body flew towards two Pope generals who were attacking Ruth.

"Who are you?"

The four emperor-protecting masters were already shocked by the powerful invasion of this young man and retreated one after another. One of them felt the familiar atmosphere of the battle in London from Cao Zhehua's figure, which was like a nightmare that he would never forget in this life.

"In the war, your pope lost his troops and generals, and only seven of you were left in the ten major battles. Even the Pope's jade stick was thrown into the Lai Canal. It seems that you have forgotten this lesson."

That battle was a shame for the pope and was strictly prohibited from spreading by the new generation of popes, but the seven major wars were participants in person back then. Of course, this kind of thing is clearer than anyone else.

Xiao Qiufeng's words made them feel even more frightened. One of them shouted: "How do you know?"

This is related to the dignity of the pope. Even the seven generals who escaped their lives will keep this secret in their hearts on weekdays and will not let any believers know it.

Ruth had already walked to Cao Zhehua and looked at the pope masters who slaughtered his disciples and were already angry to the core. However, she was injured and was very injured. The masters of the Alliance Protection side were also seriously injured. The blood on their bodies had already made them lose their peace.

If I hadn't met the two perverts, Cao Zhehua and Tianming, then the Pope's power would be the real emperor in the world, unparalleled.

"It was him who hurt me. As long as you kill him, I can agree to your request." Ruth knew that her true energy would not continue and could no longer fight with the Pope's warriors. She could only put all hope on this Eastern man. They had been entangled for so many years. At this moment, she truly understood the truth that the master wanted her to understand.

The master and the master did not want her to kill him, but kept spurring her and encouraging her. Give her a goal to catch up so that she would not lose direction on the road of cultivation.

Ruth knew that she could not kill this man at all. Even if she really had this kind of power, she knew very well that she would not really attack.

Cao Zhehua saw two new scars hanging on Ruth's already injured arm. He slowly turned around and the arrogant arrogance turned into a deep cold cold.

"You don't need to know who I am, now, I'm going to kill you." And the person he was referring to was one of the four great generals who had hurt Ruth just now.

The four generals of war were together with their anger, and of course they stood on the same front at this moment, and the other person's eyes were shining cold light. He shouted with some pride: "The Emperor Guard, kill, kill without mercy!"

After he finished calling, the first one rushed towards Cao Zhehua. No matter when, they needed to safeguard the honor of the pope and not let anyone destroy it. Cao Zhehua's indifference to them had seriously damaged their dignity.

"Mr. Cao, leave this birdman to me!" I don't know when Tiezhu had already entered. This fierce man was covered in blood and could not tell what he was like. If it weren't for his voice, would Cao Zhehua think that the blood-colored Shura crawled out of which hell?

Cao Zhehua had already moved, and all the guards of the emperor had also moved, and the pressure on the killing of the gods was greatly reduced, and thousands of people fought into a group.

Cao Zhehua handed the arrogant man to Tiezhu. He met the man he said he wanted to kill.

Ruth had retreated to the battle circle. The wolfdog held the bloody blade and protected her in front of her.

"Miss. That oriental man is so powerful that he is a bit perverted." Wolfdogs often kill people, but even if he is used to bloody scenes, he still has the urge to vomit when he sees that man killing. Just kill people. Why do you do so cruelly?

The body technique of light has been applied to the limit. At this moment, even the shadow has disappeared, just like a gust of wind blowing in front of him, and his neck no longer belongs to him. Cao Zhehua cut through six guards that blocked the general. The powerful true power hollow slash had already arrived in the wind.

With murderous intent and violent anger, Cao Zhehua's power had reached a terrifying level. The general was also an amazing figure of the Pope. Faced with this murderous aura, he almost had the urge to escape. If it weren't for the Pope's honor, he would have turned around and fled far away.

"Black Demon Hand!" Each of the ten generals had a very special martial arts, and this one was the Black Demon Hand. The hand was covered with toxins. Anyone who could lose his life as long as he touched it.

However, Cao Zhehua was not afraid because he had been with the thief for too long and knew a little about the methods of using medicine and antidotes. The Black Demon Hand penetrated the toxicity into the qi of the cultivation. Each move carried poison, which made people unable to defend against, but they could not penetrate Cao Zhehua's protective true energy.

The realm of martial arts is different, and any move or means will be eclipsed in the face of absolute power.

What Cao Zhehua had to do first was to break this black magic hand because its existence was too vicious and injustice.

The hand is like a knife, the finger is like a sword, the sword light moves, the sword intent is cold, and Cao Zhehua's powerful impact force, even if the general is as fast as a monkey, he can't block this degree and strength. After a blow in his chest, his body paused slightly. With a snail, the new earth sword energy has already hit, as fast as thunder, as fast as lightning, and unstoppable.

In a hurry, the Pope general didn't care about the attention of others, and then grabbed a disciple and blocked Cao Zhehua's huge underground chopping force. The knife splashed for five steps, and the sword light condensed and the body was broken.

"It's true that he is worthy of being the Pope. He is very good at seeking fame and gaining fame." People like Cao Zhehuawei felt despicable and shameless, but their murderous intent was stronger. This time, his sudden hand clenched into a fist, forming a hammer soaring into the sky, and whistling towards him.

The warrior half retreated, and the long black magic hand, clamped the bone-eroding cold poison, had already wrapped around the hammer head, hoping to kill the opponent with one move.

The air had stretched out and spread over the arms. The hands were intersecting, and a "chi" sound was already very harsh.

The Pope General smiled fiercely, but his face changed drastically. The hand wrapped tightly by his black demon's hands was like a spiritual snake coming out of his hole, raised his head and fisted into a knife, flashing with a quick illusion.

With a "click", there was no pain, but because he had no time to pay attention to it, the new attack on the slash had already arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The black demon's hand was broken and weak, and he blocked it with his left hand, but the thunder attack was too powerful, like a heavy weight of ten thousand pounds. The Pope's general was half short and could not bear it. He had already half kneeled underground.

"You don't need to be so polite. Even if you beg, you will never be able to escape death today."

At this moment, the glory of the pope was destroyed by him. As one of the seven major warlords of the pope, he was looked at by the crowd of believers, but he was kneeling at the feet of the Easterners.

"Damn it------" The warrior can be killed but not humiliated. The general has twisted his body and his strength has been moved up, but unfortunately, Cao Zhehua did not give him this opportunity.

Feitian's foot had already kicked, and his foot hit his head. In a daze, half of the war general had been buried in the soil. After the "splitting" six legs, the war general had only the half-flat head left on the soil, and his whole body had been buried in the mud of green grass.

The other three generals, two were blocked by Tiezhu and Li Qiangbing, and one was unable to pull away during the siege of the Divine Soldiers. They watched their partners become clay sculptures in the living ground for a moment, teased by this demon-like man and doll-like doll.

The man slowly walked to this head. Cao Zhehua raised his foot, stepped on it with force, and a crisp sound came from his neck. The dying general had completely cut off his last breath and his head was hung under his erection.

The supreme fighting spirit aroused by this warrior has completely transformed Cao Zhehua into the group of guards of bees with a thunderous attack, causing an unlimited bloody massacre. The Pope shouldn't have intervened, and it is no wonder that he is cruel to come to die like this.

"Kill them, no one will stay." Cao Zhehua looked at the battle situation of several parties, and Ling Sheng shouted loudly. Tiezhu and Li Qiangbing couldn't help but speed up the offensive. Although they could not kill these two generals for a while, they had already made them know that the situation was hopeless. The perversion of this man was almost exactly the same as the orientals back then.

That powerful murderous aura had already made people tremble first.

The seventy-two elites are also considered first-class players, but in Cao Zhehua's hands, they are vulnerable. They grab and lift and pinch their hands, and their necks are broken one by one, and they fall to the ground like cutting rice.
Chapter completed!