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Let¡¯s count the first part, Chapter 23: God of War

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    The torrent of color rushed straight through, eroding the huge tree trunks, and the destruction ahead was like an endless meteor shower. Earth and rocks were flying, and countless crazy man-eating plants flew out of the earth and swooped towards Vincent.  With the sound of breaking through the sky, the silver sword light fell like rain, and was immediately submerged by the golden light. It was not until a figure directly crashed into the golden light with surging fighting spirit, and was blown away again, that the figure finally stopped.  In the permeating golden fighting spirit, it looks like the most terrifying beast.  Boom, Robert.  Campbell knocked down another house and jumped out of the ruins a moment later. He still held the serrated giant sword in one hand, but wore a white round hand shield with holy lines on the wrist of the other hand.  The flow above was uncertain, and his eyes swept across the few people who suddenly appeared at this time. When he saw the shield, he paused slightly: "Heavenly Arms?" "Hehe, that's right." Breathing violently, Robert's whole body was shaking slightly.  The ground trembled. He could withstand the ferocious attack just now only because of this shield. "The price for killing you this time isthe shield of protection" In this world, Death Prayer Gudi,  The Eye of Truth and the Heavenly Arms are the highest-level artifacts second only to the three major master artifacts. Among them, the Heavenly Arms is the only artifact that can be disassembled. Each part has extremely powerful power.  This set of artifacts is divided into seven parts: the Helm of the Lord, the Armor of the Temple, the Thunder Boots, the Grip of the Gods, the Sword of Judgment, the Seraph Wings, and the Guardian Shield in front of you.  This is the legendary weapon belonging to the strongest warrior under the throne of the God of Creation. ? What¡¯s more ironic is the origin of this shield.  Vincent knew very well that the treasure of the Holy Son Tianyi was born. In addition to the many mercenary groups and adventurers who wanted a share of the treasure, the Atroca Royal Court naturally also sent experts to snatch it. In such chaos, they obtained  Obtaining the Guardian Shield was naturally the result of Vincent's deliberate care. Who knew that when he turned around, the thing he had won with his own efforts was actually used by Frederick as a bargaining chip to kill him.  ??Gently.  He laughed.  "Okay, Robert Campbell, and Ascetic Belan?" He turned his bloody eyes to an old woman in a white robe in the crowd next to him, and the gorgeous and neat priest of the Light Palace with countless features  The elegant white robe is different.  The old woman's white robe was old and worn. It seemed that it had been washed many times and patched in some places, but it gave people a simple and clean feeling.  A wooden stick in his hand was covered with ivy, which looked full of vitality. A pink bud in the middle looked like it was about to bloom.  Under the night, the petals held in a ball trembled slightly, "I can understand them. The Natural God Church has nothing to do with the world. Why are you suffering." "After this incident, His Majesty Frederick is willing to provide five hundred thousand a year.  A gold coin is used to control the pollution in the North. Mr. Vincent should also understand that there is no absolute justice and wrong in this world. There are only various interests and irreconcilable conflicts. The Natural God needs this money.  Help, so I¡¯m here.¡± Now that the Light God Religion rules the earth, the Lord Elf does not restrict the spread of all religions very tyrannically, but in any case, it is always greatly restricted, such as those who believe in the Goddess of Spring.  The Natural God's Cult's activities have always been limited to the sparsely populated northern ice plains. They mainly fight against certain undead creatures entrenched in the far north. Since their power is not large and their teachings are relatively peaceful, it is estimated that there are 500,000 people here every year.  A gold coin should be an irresistible temptation, so he sent Bei Lan, the great elder ascetic who had not been born for a long time.  Vincent suppressed the huge violent aura in his heart and turned his eyes to the side. He was a middle-aged man wearing a simple warrior uniform with a short stature and thick arms. He gave people a chilling feeling at a glance: "You are  Wullanf, the general of Aldonald? What benefits did Frederick promise you again?" The man nodded and said in a short and powerful voice: "Relkail Line" Vincent's face suddenly changed.  It¡¯s ugly: ¡°Frederick is betraying his country!  " "We also agree with this.  "Wu Lanfu nodded, "But it's better than him getting nothing.  " "Haha" A few years ago, I came here, hoping to let Vincent's father survive, hoping to make this country better, but I didn't expect such a consequence. Please laugh.  Two times, his eyes glanced at the broken walls and heavily surrounded golden-armored swordsmen who were fighting all the way under the night. When he passed by the long-haired swordsman holding a silver holy sword on the roof not far away, he did not ask any more questions about these people in front of him.  , are among the few super-level warriors on this land. After Buckner's death, Rosha basically stood at the top of every level of power. If he wanted to invite them over one by one, he didn't know that Philip  No matter how much he has ceded the interests of the Atroca Empire, both Frederic and the Guangshen Palace really think highly of him. At the moment, they don¡¯t know whether to be proud or sad. ¡°Then let¡¯s all come"  &nbspJust after he finished speaking, the long-haired swordsman not far away who had been silent shook his sword, and a dazzling white light suddenly tore through the airspace of more than ten meters, like a thunderbolt, slashing straight down, Vincent's resolute  The outline shone in the sword light for a moment.  Sword of the Broken Moon 8226; May round beheading!  Almost at the same moment as the silver-white sword energy bloomed, Robert Campbell's bright red sword flashed across the ground. The vague sword seemed to have the wails and roars of tens of thousands of dead people, and it rushed towards Vincent's location with one sword and one sword at the same time.  , the ascetic Beilan and Nawu Lanfu who were on the side seemed to have taken their identities into consideration and did not attack together first. The next moment, the edge of the Doomsday War Technique was released, and the aura expanded rapidly. At the same time, the cradle of the fifth posture caused a cyclone.  The rapid pressure back, the release and retraction in an instant, gives people the illusion that the space is collapsing.  The swirling golden air rolled up countless rubbles, stone chips, and tree fragments on the ground. The two astonishing vindictive qi slashed straight at them, but crossed and flew out at the next moment. The silver-white sword qi of the May Wheel Slash turned into  Five, three cuts into the ground silently, two shot up into the sky like meteors, and the blood-red sword light belonging to Robert triggered a huge explosion within a few meters the moment it touched the ground, and the crowd behind them quickly dodged to avoid it.  go.  The golden glow suddenly appeared and then disappeared.  Disappearing like an illusion, amidst the flying debris and smoke, Vincent stood there like a demon, as if no movement had occurred The battle still continues!  The cruel fist power was like the sweeping of yellow sand. I don¡¯t know how many times I faced Vincent face to face. As the strongest general of the desert empire Aldonar, Wulanfu¡¯s yellow sand fist power and Doomsday Battle Sky  The feeling of art is the most similar, the same powerful, fierce and desperate, but at this time.  But it seems that he is still overwhelmed by the forbidden power of the Doomsday War Technique. Every time he fights, the forbidden power of the Doomsday War Technique comes back like an overwhelming force, endlessly.  After so many years since debut.  He had only experienced such power in front of the former Southern Wilderness Barbarian Martial God Zargula, but at that time his martial arts had not yet matured, and Zargula had challenged the sword with his powerful Elephant King Fist ten years ago.  Saint Bakna Rakshasa was torn to pieces by the sword of the King Serpent.  No bones remain.  It is most difficult for a warrior who has reached this level of strength to find an ideal opponent, especially when he is a general of a country. It is impossible for him to do whatever he wants.  At this moment, every hearty exchange of blows almost made him feel the improvement in martial arts. If the huge counterattack force hadn't shocked his internal organs, he would have shouted out.  In the sky.  Silver-white sword light fell like rain.  Trying to restrict and interfere with the Doomsday War Technique.  Robert Campbell faithfully carried out his guerrilla style, and the blood-red sword light often took advantage of the opportunity.  After the blow, he quickly moved away. The sword light was obviously fierce and ferocious, but it gave people the impression of being erratic and difficult to deal with like a thief.  The huge ancient elven trees surrounded by Belan began to change their shapes crazily under the control of Belan's magic power.  The place where the main elf lives has accumulated abundant vitality. At this time, with a little stimulation, countless strange plants burst out of the ground amidst the roar. Thick vines with countless poisonous stingers danced like whips and were as tough as iron poles.  The grass weaved a huge net, and the tree trunks as thick as buckets were swung loudly. The houses where some elves lived were also shattered into pieces in such an incident. Fortunately, they had already evacuated according to the arrangements of the Light God Palace.  In the turbulent grass and trees, the knights of the Palace of Light in golden armor kept rushing forward, intercepting Vincent. Magic chants came from afar, supporting the large-scale natural attack sent by Belan.  The barrier, on the other hand, also formed countless debilitating spells, trying to contain Vincent's power. However, in front of the Doomsday War Technique, which absolutely rejects magic, it is difficult for magic elements to even gather, except for indirect attacks by moving objects with magic.  , pure debilitating spells have no meaning in front of absolutely powerful power.  However, no one knows where Vincent's limit is. With the continuous fighting, the pressure of Doomsday War Technique in the air becomes more and more solemn, as if there is an extremely huge power in Vincent's body.  It is gathering and compressing inside, and no one can imagine where the limit of this power is.  The strength of the four super-level warriors who are close to the top is not weak, especially when they put aside their boring self-reliance and join forces. Along the way, Vincent's body has endured countless attacks, punches, and knives.  , how many swords, but still unable to change the direction of his attack. Compared with the ease of simply dealing with the guards of the Palace of Light, his speed has become slower, but the atmosphere in the air is more terrifying.  The Doomsday War Technique is a desperate martial art that requires burning one's life and suffering pain. Every time he is injured, his strength will only accumulate stronger. There may be a moment when the human body cannot bear it and collapses. However, at that moment,  It must also be the most brilliant moment.  "Damn it! When will this guy die!" Walking away, Robert Campbell couldn't help shouting, and the knife he just cut was struck byFang swung his fist away, and the subsequent blow caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, even if he blocked it with his protective shield.  At this time, it seemed that he had been injured in many places. The Silver Moon Swordsman jumping among the ancient trees above had his long hair disheveled and had long lost his cool temperament. He seemed to have been hit on the thigh, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He was trying to  Not to mention Wu Lanfu who tried his best to block Vincent. He kept punching and blood seemed to be flowing out of his body. That guy was just a bull.  Except for the ascetic Beran who was constantly manipulating magic in the rear and still appeared normal, their condition seemed to be worse than that of Vincent who was besieged. Surrounded by fighting spirit, the guy seemed to be no longer a human being, but completely different.  A demon or puppet who is afraid of life and death. With every punch he makes, amazing power comes out overwhelmingly. He has almost given up all his martial arts skills. However, the heavy sword has no edge and the power of the Doomsday War Technique cannot be truly achieved by anyone.  If you resist head-on, skills won't matter.  He really hates such monotony, which makes the flexibility he has always insisted on become ridiculous. No matter what tactics he uses, the opponent is always like a rock, invulnerable, and his always seems to be endless and seems to be climbing.  the power of.  The sea of ??grass surged, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the commotion far and near was like a star-studded commotion constantly marching in the same direction. At the end of that direction, there was a small house made of magic metal, with elves in white crouching on the wall.  Feeling the shaking of the earth, the terrifying power, anger, and love, she kept crying. She kept sending messages asking the other party to leave, but the response was resolute, and the power was getting closer and closer after all.  Amid the incomparable chaos, the hut had vaguely appeared at the edge of the line of sight. At the same time, Beilan's figure, who had been following behind, flickered several times on the sea of ??grass and gradually moved to the front.  "We can't let him pass again!" With such confidence coming from her inspiration, the old woman looked at the approaching demon god and slammed the wooden stick wrapped with ivy in her hand into the ground.  "Wei! Shu! Gu! Kang! Han! Fu! Yin Ang" A total of eight strange and somewhat awkward single sounds, symbolizing the eight sacred words in ancient spiritual arts, chanted by the old woman  , resounded throughout the entire space. As the last word "Ang" sounded, huge magical pressure surged from the sky and the earth at the same time. The word "Ang" was never finished, like the roar of ancient ferocious beasts that kept echoing in the air.  , then, with the wooden stick as the center, a green ocean rose into the sky. In mid-air, the small flower bud bloomed seemingly slowly. A huge spiritual shock swept through everyone's heart. The flower bud bloomed, forming  A bright, man-eating giant flower with an all-devouring hole in its center hooded Vincent's head.  Wu Lanfu's strength had reached its peak and he punched with all his strength. At the same time, the long-haired swordsman in the sky rushed down directly. The sword was as bright as a shooting star. Robert Campbell no longer dared to hold back any more.  The waves surged directly behind Vincent.  At the same time, a black dagger cut through the void silently, almost right next to Vincent. A killer who had been hiding in black clothes finally appeared. This silent blow even caused the Doomsday War Technique.  His aura couldn't stop him, and the dagger was thrust straight into Vincent's waist.  One hand blocked Wu Lanfu's heavy punch, and his figure stagnated slightly. In front of him, huge flowers had been swallowed up together with the green ocean. When he pressed his right hand on the back of his left hand, trying to  Wu Lanfu's strongest punch was repulsed. He had no time to defend against the silver-white sword energy above him, and could not block the wave of blood-red swords behind him. The most deadly thing was the silent blade that was approaching from his side.  The green tide swallowed everyone up.  There was a string that suddenly broke
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