Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 887: The pope is gone
The sword is broken.
No, to be precise, it is broken.
This season's most popular silver blue bird sword from Master Fan's weapon shop is really not worthy of my noble status.
Lin Beichen complained silently in his heart.
Opposite.
"Yes, this is the feeling..."
A look of intoxication appeared on the face of Pope Yu Zhuoyu of the Temple of Feathers.
"Sixty years ago, that evil **** was once invincible and mighty, but in the end he was annihilated under the [Gift of the Feather God] battle suit... Hehe, Pope Lin, if your If the means stop here, then you will lose the third battle!"
Between his brows, there is a strong confidence.
On the white flying boat in the distance, Prince Yu bit his lip and shook his fist fiercely.
And some other military and political giants and martial arts experts of the Aurora Empire cheered directly.
Won.
Lin Beichen's arrogance was finally blocked.
The sword that could instantly kill Archbishop Mingli and Liu Shengcang was directly blocked by the Pope.
Not only blocked it, but also shattered Lin Beichen's sword.
Let's judge each other.
The outcome is clear.
Worthy of being His Majesty the Pope.
It is worthy of the name of the strongest armor in the world, the "God's Battle Armor".
Even Su Dingfang, who had been frowning tightly all this time, breathed a sigh of relief.
Blocked.
Blocking Lin Beichen's weeping sword, things became easier.
Enter the black Xuan Ge.
The expressions of old Marshal Xiao Yan, Xiao Ye, Ling Chi and others became tense again.
At this time, Lin Beichen had only one question in his mind——
Why?
Why is the Temple of Feather richer than the Temple of the Lord of Swords?
This kind of "God's battle outfit" looks so bad, why doesn't the Lord of Swords Temple have it?
Everyone is the Pope, so why am I holding a broken sword while the other party is wearing a Liushen costume?
And it seems to be some kind of armor from the God Realm. Although there are only feather crowns, cloaks, a small part of the breastplate, and combat boots, they look like the holy clothes in Saint Seiya, and they cannot completely cover the body. But it can provide powerful protection, and exaggerate the increase of Yu Zhuoyu's divine power...
Compared to 【The Feather God's Gift】?
Sounds like the treasure at the bottom of the box given by the God of Feather Arrows.
Why didn't the master of the sword give it?
No wonder for so many years, the Aurora Empire has been able to suppress the Beihai Empire—
Who is to blame?
Just blame the gods you believe in for not living up to expectations, you are poor.
Then Lin Beichen thought again, it's time to get himself a decent sword.
An ordinary person like Silver Blue Bird Sword
The popular goods in my eyes can't bear my unrestrained chic and powerful innate profound energy.
It shatters when you apply force.
How embarrassing [Silver Sword Celestial Man] is.
I am dignifiedly titled Celestial Man, Pope of the Temple, don't you want Fez?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Lin Beichen's mind.
However, his silence, his complexion changes, and his gnashing of teeth fell into the eyes of Pope Yu Zhuoyu of the Temple of Feathers, but they were interpreted as "the end of the road" and "the end of the road".
So, Lin Beichen's strongest attack was actually the sword just now?
As long as you block this sword, everything will be over?
Then here is your chance.
"Hahaha, coming and going is not indecent, Pope Lin, I have already tasted the sword of the Lord of Swords Temple, now, are you ready to bear the arrow of the God of Feathered Arrows?"
Among Yu Zhuoyu's low voice, the tyrannical divine power surged wildly, and the arrow field that was originally formed around the body also began to condense.
Mountain wind, falling rocks, leaves, weeds...
Everything turns into an arrow.
Yu Zhuoyu is holding a silver gun...
Wait?
A silver gun?
Seeing this scene, a big question mark appeared in Lin Beichen's heart.
Why does the Pope of Feather Arrow Temple not have an arrow but a gun?
This is too much trickery.
At least a wife cake is still a cake.
With huge doubts, Lin Beichen took out his big baby from his waist.
A stick.
A mace from beyond the sky.
Glittering silver.
Eye-catching.
"You should **** big stick first."
Lin Beichen grinned grimly and rushed forward.
His current cultivation base, the cultivation base of the fifth-level and third-level Dzogchen celestial beings, is enough to beat any fifth-level celestial being.
With the extraterrestrial soldiers in your hands, it is designed to break the divine power.
Boom!
With one stick down, the divine force field of [Gift of the Feather God] god's battle suit was instantly broken.
It makes sense.
Because even the power of faith of God Qiancao, and the divine power of the wilderness borrowed by God Qiancao after becoming a divine puppet, can't stop the soldiers from outside the sky, let alone Yu Zhuyu's "God Battlesuit" in front of him?
The mace of the soldiers from outside the sky can't kill the puppet Qiancao God, can't they also kill a mortal with the help of divine power?
Boom!
The mace hit the head of Pope Yu Zhuoyu of the Temple of Feathers directly.
The absolute confidence on the latter's face turned into absolute horror, absolute horror, absolute regret, and...
Absolute death.
It's like a watermelon being smashed with an iron rod.
Poof!
The sound of a shell cracking appeared.
In an instant, red, white, and yellow shot out.
Yu Zhuoyu's confident and unparalleled face disappeared instantly with his head.
And his body was instantly shorter—the part below the knee, like a nail, was directly nailed into the rock under his feet.
The force field of the arrow formed by the amplified divine power of the god's battle suit also collapsed instantly.
Mountain wind is mountain wind again.
Gravel is gravel again.
Grass is still grass.
Everything is back to normal.
Lin Beichen held the mace, with a look of regret on his face.
"Sloppy."
Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, he wondered which part of his body should be placed on the altar to pay homage to Han Bushao in a representative way?
And at the same time.
On the white flying boat, the powerhouses of the Aurora Empire who were cheering suddenly seemed like ducks with their necks stuck, and all the voices stopped abruptly.
Prince Yu turned pale.
Su Dingfang's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had been frightened.
The other generals were all addicted, and a few of them were quite angry, their eyes went dark, they spewed out streams of blood, and passed out...
However, the guards around him who were also stunned by the huge shock forgot to help them.
The people of the Beihai Empire on the black Xuan Ge were not much less frightened than the people of the Aurora Empire.
Where is the Pope of the Feather Temple?
A pope who was so big and bright, exuding a domineering and divine power unparalleled in the world, disappeared all of a sudden?
The painting style of this battle is completely wrong.
The imaginary extreme battles where the copper pot meets the iron brush, the needle tip meets the wheat awn, and sparks hit the earth, never happened.
Yu Zhuoyu has been brewing for a long time, working so hard, he is so serious, so confident... Everyone thought that he was going to make a big mess, but who knew it turned out to be a boring fart in the end.
What is the reason for all this?
Can't figure it out.
Lin Beichen didn't, but he already figured out the answer——
He took off Yu Zhuoyu's [Gift of the Feather God] battle suit, and offered it on the altar in front of Han Bucheng's tombstone.
Is there a card for this tribute?
I believe that Lao Han will be very happy if he knows the secret.
Maybe he will feel that he will never die again... Bah, it's not a boy anymore.
Lin Beichen turned around and came back, thought for a while, and touched Yu Zhuoyu's body all over again under the watchful eyes of everyone, but found nothing, and finally took the Pope's weapon—the silver spear—in front of him. His hands were shaking.
He suddenly discovered something.
He was wrong.
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