Chapter 1222 Agent Of The Seven Gods
Seeing the light blue shimmering light spinning in Lin Qiye's palm, Pakash was taken aback.
"...The King's 【Star Coin】?"
Afterwards, he seemed to have figured something out, and his expression became more ferocious, "You set up this game to get the king's [star coins]?!!"
"That's right." Lin Qiye smiled, "Unfortunately, you understand too late."
Gorgeous magic light flashed in Lin Qiye's palm, and a snow-white long knife emerged the next moment.
Hearing a soft groan, the blade was unsheathed!
Lin Qiye held [Star Coin] in one hand and [Chop White] in the other, his body disappeared into nothingness in an instant.
Pakash's pupils narrowed slightly, and he stepped back subconsciously, a blade of light cut out from nothingness, almost brushing his neck, and chopped on an arm.
The sharp blade plunged deep into the dark yellow Buddhist robe, but it didn't cut off the arm, but just embedded it like cutting into steel, and it didn't move at all!
A look of surprise flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes.
Even [Cut White] couldn't cut it, which is enough to show how hard the Buddhist robe on the surface of Pakash's skin is.
Pakash snorted coldly, instead of retreating, he used his arm to grab Lin Qiye's knife, his eyes burst out with turbulent supreme divine power, and he directly slammed into Lin Qiye who was close at hand.
Lin Qiye looked at the phantom of the four-armed Vishnu behind Pakash, and the strong wind mixed with terrifying power brushed his cheeks, blowing a few strands of black hair,
His eyes narrowed slightly:
"Compete with me in divine power?"
In the desert at dawn, a pair of bright golden awns, which are more dazzling than the sun, bloomed from Lin Qiye's eyes!
Blazing Angel Kamui!
Sensing the tyrannical divine power fluctuations on Lin Qiye's body, Pakash's face froze. He was about to hit Lin Qiye with the Vishnu Buddha clothes, but the next moment he seemed to see something, and his face changed drastically!
Behind Lin Qiye, one after another, phantoms of divine power emerged!
Nyx, the goddess of the night, Merlin, the god of magic and prophecy, Blaki, the god of music and poetry, Eden, the god of youth, Monkey King in broken cassock, and Gilga, the hero king who looks down on all beings in a royal robe. Mesh!
The coercion of the seven gods swept across the earth like a tsunami, and slammed into Pakash's chest!
Boom——! !
There was a muffled sound, and the phantom of Vishnu behind Pakash instantly shattered, and he fell backwards uncontrollably, taking nearly ten steps back before he managed to stabilize his figure.
Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, and he stared blankly at the phantoms of the gods gradually dissipating behind Lin Qiye, with disbelief written all over his face.
"One, two, three, four, five, six...seven?!" Pakash's eyes widened, "Aren't you the agent of the double gods... you represent the seven gods?!!
how can that be! ! "
Lin Qiye's cloak fluttered in the wild sand, he walked towards Pakash calmly, and said lightly:
"So... your news is too behind."
Pakash clenched his teeth, finally recovering from the identity of Lin Qiye Qishen's agent, and said hoarsely:
"So what if there are more acting gods? The battle does not depend on the number of gods... As long as you are still 'Klein', you are not invincible, it is nothing more than having more abilities.
The first two in [Ten Royals] are real monsters, even if you are the agent of the Seven Gods, you can't be their opponents. "
Lin Qiye frowned, "Thank you for reminding me."
Lin Qiye turned into a shadow of night, flashing in front of Pakash in an instant, and with terrifying spiritual power, he fought with Pakash!
Ear-piercing explosions came out one after another in the desert, and the sky was full of yellow sand. Pakash, who had overdrawn his potential and was seriously injured, could only rely on his Buddhist clothes to passively defend and retreat steadily under Lin Qiye's fierce attack.
Seeing this, Lin Qiye turned his palm over, the original [Zhanbai] had disappeared, and Tian Congyun Sword fell into his palm.
Sting -!
A flash of sword light flashed, easily cut off one of Pakash's arms, and before Pakash could react, Lin Qiye unleashed three more swords, directly cutting off all of Pakash's arms.
"How is this possible?" Pakash exclaimed.
He mobilized his mental power, and the broken flesh squirmed quickly, as if he wanted to regenerate his arm, but there was an inexplicable force that stopped all the regeneration.
Then, Pakash seemed to think of something, "This is the Amazon Cloud Sword? Do you have the Amazon Cloud Sword?!"
"You guessed it right." Lin Qiye said calmly, holding the long sword in his hand, "Unfortunately, it's time for you to go on the road."
A flash of sword light flashed, and Pakash's astonished head was thrown high, and the extremely hard Buddhist robes were as fragile as paper pricks under the blade of Tian Congyun's sword.
As the dark yellow Buddhist robe receded, Pakash's body fell heavily in the yellow sand, and soon lost his breath.
Lin Qiye's mental power swept over to confirm that Pakash was completely dead, and then he put away the Tiancongyun sword.
Pakash's combat power was indeed somewhat beyond his expectations.
After overdrafting the potential to kill seven or eight agents in a row, he still has the energy to entangle with him for so long. If he hadn't held the Tiancongyun sword in his hand and was able to cut the Buddhist robe, I am afraid that Pakash would have escaped. sky.
This battle also sounded the alarm for Lin Qiye. The world in the mist is far more dangerous than the territory of Daxia. Pakash's combat power is already very good, and he can be called a "monster". The first two are definitely not that simple...
The morning sun rose from the end of the desert, completely dispelling the darkness of the sky, and one after another the bones fell in the barren desert, and the flowing blood had already dyed the messy desert into blood.
On the stage of this desert, there is only one person, who is the ultimate winner.
Lin Qiye patted the gravel on the crimson cloak, held the [Star Coin], and walked slowly towards Wucheng across the bloody desert full of corpses.
...
Wucheng.
The thunderclouds accumulated in the sky gradually dissipated.
Holding the [Holy Grail] in his hand, Claude walked out from the jumping arc, and two wisps of flesh and blood flew up from the lightning pool, falling into the scarlet wine in the [Holy Grail].
The dreamy liquor swayed slightly, reflecting Claude's calm face.
Except for him, the agents who went down into the ancient well together have already become the sacrifices of the [Holy Grail], and will also become a stepping stone for him to erase his own mark.
"Not enough..." Claude muttered to himself.
His eyes fell on the chaotic ancient city-state in the distance.
The city lord was killed by the [Holy Grail], coupled with the large-scale use of thunder just now, all the residents in the city-state fell into panic, and the flames caused by the thunderstorm ignited several houses, and the fire spread rapidly in the city.
"Could it be that we can only slaughter the city?" Claude's expression was a little unbearable.
