"Breakthrough!"

Although the middle and late eighth stages of the eighth stage are only a small stage of improvement, the spiritual scale is still nearly 30% higher than before.

Don't underestimate the changes caused by the improvement of the 30% mental scale.

An ordinary person's limit speed of running a hundred meters is ten seconds. If it increases by 30%, it means that it is three seconds faster. Are 100 meters and 100 meters and 100 meters and 7 seconds two the same concepts? Among them, I don't know how many limits you have to break and how many times you have to surpass yourself before you can do it.

Moreover, Wang Ting's own spiritual power cultivation talent should not be outstanding in the entire Imperial Capital Star. Being able to be promoted to the eighth-level spiritual power is already his limit. The current spiritual scale of the late eighth-level stage, when it comes to that world, is second only to the spiritual master and the ninth-level quasi-spirit master. It has a transcendent status. Such achievements are a realm that he had almost never dared to think about before.

"The realm of the Crushing Void, the Realm of Thunder, the Realm of Purgatory, the Frost, and the four major fields are all comprehensible and integrated. The spiritual scale breaks from the middle stage of the eighth level to the late stage of the eighth level. The confrontation with peerless powerful people is indeed the best way to improve their cultivation. The battle with Pope Sith today saves me from more than five years of hard practice. Next, you only need to understand the true meaning of the Great Perfection, completely refine the eight major fields that are integrated together, and achieve the chaotic void, and you can immediately reach the realm of the Sword Saint. At that time... With the strong momentum of the Great Perfection Sword Saint, even if you face Pope Sith, the most powerful person in the continent with the sword force Mahayana, my royal court can also fight."

Wang Ting's mind was clear and he was aware of all his changes. Although he was almost killed by Pope Sith's sword just now, his mental state was unprecedentedly full, Hunyuan.

"Genius, a true peerless genius, I never thought that you could die in this environment and live a life of life. You should be like the protagonist of the fortune between heaven and earth, and you will be able to break through the deadlock and make great progress in your cultivation."

The faint light flashed in the eyes of Pope Sith. At some point, the weak look on his face, which had been used forbidden, had slowly receded, and a powerful sword force that was not inferior to that of the previous heyday. It rose from his body again.

“Recovered?”

When he noticed the changes in the Sith Pope's qi, Xi Fenglie and others' faces changed at the same time.

"Impossible. Even a treasure like the Spring of Life can only recover from the physical body. There is no way to consume the spirit, the passage of vitality, and the gap of true energy. Every time the Pope Sith stimulates the sword, it is equivalent to a blow to condense his own essence. It consumes energy and blood. It is impossible to replenish it in a short time, but now..."

"How many treasures did this Pope of the Sith Empire have occupied the throne of the uncrowned emperor of the Sith Empire over the years?"

"Hateful. Hateful. Hateful. In addition to being strong in his own strength, this Pope of the Sith is far superior to us. He even has various treasures and savings..."

"Wang Ting, if I guessed correctly, now, you and Mu Qingshuang have all prospered and both prospered and both died!"

Pope Sith breathed steadily, and the sound of wind and thunder roared out of his mouth as he exhaled, full of majesticity: "At present, almost all of you are at the end of your strength. Next, if you can still escape your life under my hands and grow up, I believe that you are the true son of heaven and truly have achievements that shocked me in the future. Besides... a genius? There are more than one peerless genius who fell in my hands!"

Feeling the murderous words of Pope Sith, Xi Fenglie and others' faces changed at the same time.

Li Xiaoyun and Kolos immediately guarded Wang Ting.

"Everyone, today's battle is no longer possible. Next, we should take endurance first and protect His Highness the King's Court back to the mainland, and wait until His Highness the King's Court fully understands the great perfection, integrates the eight major fields, and is promoted to the Sword Saint. By that time, it will be the time for us to truly fight with Pope Sith Pro!"

"Okay, go first!"

Xi Fengli nodded immediately.

"Walk?"

Pope Sith chuckled, and with a leap, he rushed into the guardian circle of several people: "I said that there is no one in the entire Western continent whom I cannot kill! The Holy Spiritual Art - Three Thousand Realms!"

With the light sound, the powerful sword force was overwhelming, as if a world covering the heavens was formed, covering all the sword saints. Even if several sword saints were strong, they could do nothing if they wanted to retreat or dodge at this time. With the sword force locked, it seemed that any of them would become the first target of killing if they wanted to escape.

"Shenghuang Jue-Sheng Chao!"

"Boom!"

After the sword force was shrouded to the limit, it seemed to turn into a grand prosperous dynasty in everyone's eyes. The powerful sword force condensed the luck of the entire dynasty and the entire continent, and bombarded it, as if it was an enemy of this sword force, that is, it was an enemy of the entire dynasty, an enemy of the entire continent, and an enemy of the entire world!

"break!"

"Eternal King Fist!"

"Blizzard!"

Under the powerful suppression force, several sword saints once again took full advantage, and powerful attacks were launched in full swing, rushing into the sword force of Pope Sith, causing a violent explosion in this sword force that seemed to have formed a field. The strong shocking force was transmitted in all directions, tearing the virtual air flow of hundreds of meters in a radius to pieces.

"Shenghuang! Yaoshi!"

After the broken sword spread, it did not disappear from then on. Under the powerful spiritual power and sword force of the Sith Pope, it seemed to evolve into the true meaning of flame and exploded in an all-round way. The huge force mixed with glory and impacted all directions.

After finally breaking through the three thousand realms, the five sword saints of Sheng Chao had already used up their strength. How could they resist this peerless killer move with one blow after another? The weakest cultivation of Kolos, and the Polar Lord who had been seriously injured, Xi Fenglie, were at the same time, and the explosion's impact force rushed to their bodies. The true energy was shocked and the power attacked the body. The three of them were bombarded and flew backwards almost at the same time, protecting the defense around the royal court, and a huge gap was torn out!

"not good!"

"Stop!"

The remaining Li Xiaoyun and Xue Wuhen roared at the same time, stimulating the power of the true qi domain in their bodies and defending Wang Ting in groups. Even Wang Ting himself relied on his powerful spiritual power to control the sword wound that pierced his body and stabbed it out with one sword, trying to share some pressure for the two.

"Shenghuang! Sky!"

However, the might of Pope Sith, the most powerful man in the mainland, is not something ordinary people can imagine. The continuous and powerful attacks not only did not make him feel that his true energy was powerless, but instead pushed his own momentum to the peak.

The momentum and sword force are closely related. A strong momentum means strong sword force. The combined power of the two is even more shocking.

Wang Ting's sword that assassinated and shared the pressure was crushed to pieces by the sword that engulfed the world. The remaining power and remaining force hit Li Xiaoyun and Xue Wuhen's body without diminishing!

"Wang Ting, retreat!"

Li Xiaoyun shouted loudly, and the true energy in his body burst out suddenly at a frequency that was not in line with common sense, which was clearly a powerful forbidden technique.

With the help of the forbidden technique, he not only stopped the sword that Pope Sith attacked and killed for a moment, but also distributed his power, slapped Wang Ting's body with a palm, directly hitting his body towards the position of the air patrol warship.

"Let's go? You'll all be left here today!"

Pope Sith gave up the excellent opportunity to kill Li Xiaoyun with a long roar. He was too lazy to entangle with Li Xiaoyun who was in a desperate state, and broke through his blockade, like a stream of light, and rushed towards the royal court.

"Stop him!"

Xi Fengli shouted loudly and once again attacked the Lord of the Polar Land.

"roll!"

The gleam burst out in the eyes of Pope Sith, and a thick sword force slashed out from the sword's edge again. Xi Fengliu, who rushed up, was shocked again on the spot.

"Too strong, the Sith Pope, the most powerful man in the mainland, is too strong!"

The heart of the Lord of the Polar, who was immediately following, was trembling slightly. The peerless force displayed by Pope Sith had left him, a powerful man in the Sword Saint realm, with indelible fear: "For a royal court, I have no need to fight with him so hard. The Western continent can't survive. At worst, I can go to the Middle Earth world. With my Sword Saint realm's cultivation level, I can dominate the side anywhere!?"

As soon as he thought of this, the Lord of the Polar, who rushed towards the Sith Pope, suddenly stopped, turned around and flew backwards.

"Lord of the Polar Land!?"

Seeing the Lord of the Polar, Xifeng Lie, Kolos and others who were desperately fleeing, roared at the same time.

"Go, go, go, run away in dispersion!"

As soon as the Lord of the Polar Escape fled, Xue Wuhen, who had a gap with the royal court, lost the courage to fight. He shouted loudly, and his figure seemed to merge into the Wind Realm and flew directly to the mainland, not even caring about the patrol air warships.

With their swordsman-level strength, as long as they escape from the battlefield and subdue a flying beast at sea, they can naturally fly to the continent slowly.

"Xue Wuhen, you..."

"Defeat! Defeat! Defeat! Defeat! Defeat today, no one in the Western continent will dare to resist the rule of the Sith Pope!"

"It's over! It's over!"

Xi Fenglie muttered to himself, and for a moment, he seemed to have become more than a teenager.

"Oh……"

The face of the Sith Pope Pro returned to the calmness of the wind and clouds, and his eyes fell on Xifeng Lie, Kolos, Li Xiaoyun, Wang Ting, and Mu Qingshuang.

The five sword saints have all become defeated soldiers at this moment. Even if Mu Qingshuang is reversing the Frost realm, her internal organs are damaged. Moreover, the relationship between her and the King of Ting has been guessed. Next, she only needs to pursue the King of Ting and fight, so she can naturally limit Mu Qingshuang.

Strictly speaking, there are only four sword saints.
Chapter completed!