The King of Special Warfare

The Pope backed away quickly.

In his life, he stood on the altar, controlled people's hearts, and followed his words. He was brilliant to the extreme, but at this moment he felt an unprecedented danger.

Danger.

This is almost a feeling that the Pope is about to forget.

Going up to the fair and aboveboard political arenas of various countries, down to the dark and bloody dark world, the hero is bold and bold, invincible and domineering, but he never feels that anyone can threaten him. He really doesn't understand martial arts, not at all, but in the spiritual realm, he But it is truly invincible in the world, no one can kill him.

But at this time the signs of death are so clear, like a dark shadow spreading madly, the surrounding space is collapsing, the stars are falling, the light is disappearing, and the dead coldness spreads over with almost eternal darkness, swallowing everything, like abyss.

Countless scenes were constantly changing before his eyes, and finally returned to reality.

Reality is Angel's eyes, so beautiful, so overwhelming.

Transcendence!

At this moment, the Pope can finally be completely convinced that in his invincible spiritual realm, now there has been an opponent who can stand up to him.

The betrayer of the Holy See, Saint Angel, also entered the transcendental realm.

How can this be? !

The Pope just felt that everything today was extremely absurd.

Everything that Angel experienced, all the insults, all the sinful desires, were all illusions, but when he was not prepared, even he was concealed.

A faint panic gradually took over his consciousness.

The pope's retreating figure suddenly stopped.

In an instant, his pupils condensed and contracted, and the space between his eyes was already pure and flawless silver.

This is the most powerful and perfect will in the entire dark world, like a vast galaxy, like a surging sea, with a colossal oppressive will following the Pope's gaze straight into Angel's eyes, irresistible.

"Aresis, kill her!"

The pope's deep voice sounded extremely majestic.

Angel was motionless, but her spirit was active like never before.

The pope's eyes are silvery white, with a sparkle between his eyes.

The clarity and softness in Angel's eyes gradually faded, turning dark and silent.

The two looked at each other.

The same perfect will meet instantly.

At that moment the Pope did not feel any ordinary emotion in Angel's will.

It was dark.

Dead silence, cold, numb, crazy, and extremely desperate.

The Pope's eyes widened suddenly, and he finally saw the truth in the darkness.

He knows Angel's mental state very well. With her heart, it is impossible to enter the transcendental state in her life. Even in her peak period, there is still a long distance from the transcendental state. After encountering catastrophe, her spirit The state has been unstable, and it is already good to barely regress, and it is impossible to continue to improve.

From saintess to rebellion, to being about to be purified, all the experiences may stimulate Angel's will, but it is absolutely impossible for her to break through to this level.

There is no traditional realm in the spiritual realm, and the transcendent realm is the only realm. The upper and lower realms are completely a barrier, even more exaggerated than martial arts. To some extent, Angel has no room for improvement.

But the will and spirit shown by Angel at this time are indeed transcendent.

That kind of boundless but incomparably concentrated will is so dark, so desperate.

This is not Angel's state of mind at all.

Naturally, it was not Angel's will.

Dark as tide.

With the madness and malice that almost ruined the entire era, he swallowed the Pope in an instant.

 …

The entire church completely boiled in the silent wind and rain, like a mad cow's vehicle crashing into the main entrance of the church, harsh sirens and angry roars sounded at the same time.

The extreme night is silent.

It rained heavily.

The raging wind stopped for a moment.

A not-so-tall figure appeared in midair like a shadow.

He raised one palm.

All the surrounding air currents all hibernate and stop for a moment.

As the most elite force of the Holy Disarmament Corps, countless holy warriors responded immediately.

A holy knight in heavy armor who was obviously ready to fight in advance jumped into the air and shouted, "Who?!"

The stagnant ice wind swayed slightly.

In the silence, the body of the holy knight rushing to the sky broke apart soundlessly.

At this moment, it seemed that countless sharp blades split his body, and the broken pieces of meat and blood fell down and fell to the ground with a dull sound.

This picture was so clear and cruel that the Holy Disarmament Corps, which was full of fighting spirit, fell silent for a moment.

Everyone stared at the thin figure that was not tall, and could even be said to be a little short in midair.

Black tights, silver mask.

He stood there without any emotion that a human being should have. In a trance, he was like a knife, sharp and sharp enough to cut through everything!

After a moment of silence, the figure standing in mid-air seemed to glance at the Holy Disarmament Corps below.

A hoarse and deep voice sounded, with extreme indifference.

"Central Continent, Situ Wanjie."

"Where is Aresis?"

Countless curses suddenly sounded with anger and murderous intent.

"presumptuous!"

"Heretic, kill him! He should be purified!"

"Guilty! This is blasphemy!"

"Damn it!"

Amidst countless curses and roars, Jie quietly stared ahead.

heavy rain.

In the deep night, after spending several hours driving across a distance of nearly a thousand miles, Jie's body was a little tired, but his whole soul was burning.

No flinching, no hesitation.

In mid-air, he stepped forward and said softly, "I'm here to pick you up."

The stagnant night wind began to surge as he walked forward.

Between heaven and earth, gusts of wind from all directions converged around Jie's body.

He moved forward slowly.

Countless of the most elite holy knights around rushed forward without hesitation.

The violent airflow has formed a tornado visible to the naked eye around Jie.

The space was constantly shaken by the hurricane.

Zed glanced down.

There was no emotion in his eyes.

The wind burst.

The extremely condensed gust burst like a knife, flying continuously with a chilling killing intent.

The shrill sound of the wind kept swirling, getting louder and louder.

The continuously exploding airflow is strand by strand, and each strand carries a deadly edge.

Between heaven and earth, the killing intent is soaring!

In the corner of the church, Mered had already stood up.

Jie's figure slowly moved forward in the air.

Countless paladins rose into the air, and then fell.

Blood, stumps, and minced meat spread with death all the way.

"How can it be..."

Mered's eyes were unusually serious: "How could it be so strong?"

In his eyes, Jie at this moment is the incarnation of death. As a master who is infinitely close to the peak of invincibility, Mered can roughly see Jie's current state.

Jie's condition is not good, his injury has not healed, at this moment, every time he moves with all his strength, his body may completely collapse, and his breakthrough is too tragic, so it is not perfect. Apparently this hasn't been resolved yet.

But what is more obvious is that Jie obviously no longer thinks about these things.

Problems that cannot be solved will not be solved.

Jie now no longer thinks about any consequences, his heart is only about killing.

Mered's body trembled slightly, and there was obvious hesitation and struggle in his eyes.

Jie in this state would definitely not be able to withstand one shot from him.

Merede can be sure that as long as he appears in front of him, with one punch, he can beat Jie into flesh and blood, not to mention him, any ordinary invincible, even half-step invincible, or even thunder-shocking realm Peak, now one full blow can kill Jie.

But in the same way, any invincible, close to peak invincible, or even peak invincible can't withstand a blow from Jie.

In this state of robbery, anyone is qualified to bet on life and death with him, but he is also qualified to bet on life and death with anyone.

His body is extremely fragile, but at this moment, the edge displayed has far surpassed the ordinary invincibility, but has steadily entered the peak invincibility!

This is Jie in a normal state, no injuries, no hidden dangers, as the strongest assassin in the dark world, this is his edge alone!

"I said, don't underestimate Jie."

His Majesty's voice rang in the mobile phone, extremely low: "And why do you underestimate him? What kind of concept is this to break the existing martial arts and enter the invincible realm with the Qi-controlling state? This proves that since the four realms of martial arts , his control of energy is the most perfect. In terms of control of energy alone, he is even more perfect than Tianjiao. Who would dare to underestimate this kind of monster? His breakthrough is too tragic, so that he can't exert his full strength at all , but if he is desperate, who can stop him in front of him?"

"This is a peak assassin who can bet against the peak of invincibility..."

His Majesty's voice was a little emotional: "The Holy See is over."

"I..."

Meredith hesitated for a moment.

"Block him!"

His Majesty's voice suddenly became extremely cold: "At least hold him, Angel must die."

"I can't hold on."

Mered smiled wryly without hesitation.

With such a robbery, it is easy to kill him, and it is also easy to be killed by him.

But it's not easy to hold him back, it's hard, it's as hard as climbing the sky.

 …

Representing the will of darkness surging wildly.

Time is rushing backwards.

Angel looked at the Pope in front of him.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the sanctuary more than a month ago, the night she returned to the sanctuary, that hotel.

In the hotel room, Mered stood beside her.

In front of them were Qin Weibai and Lin Fengting.

The hidden Lin clan patriarch began to draw his sword.

The sharpness of that sword was so strong that everyone ignored the others.

The memory that seemed to be dusty and deliberately forgotten appeared in her mind and became clearer.

A voice rang in her ears.

"Are you Jie's woman?"

Angel was taken aback.

In the room, Lin Fengting's sword was still moving forward.

The edge is at its peak, but the speed is getting slower and slower.

Everything is like a completely frozen oil painting, only her thoughts are still normal.

"Who are you?"

She looked at Qin Weibai and asked with vigilant eyes.

"I'm Qin Weibai."

Qin Weibai said something nonsense.

Angel became more and more vigilant, she was a little uneasy, and subconsciously wanted to back away.

"You should see this."

Qin Weibai stretched out his palm.

All of a sudden, the whole world was compressed towards him as she raised her palm. The surrounding fields were getting smaller, the world was getting smaller, and the room was shrinking continuously, completely imprisoning her in place.

The opponent's will was extremely brutal and suppressed her in place.

A hazy light appeared in Qin Weibai's palm.

The light is dense, colorful, like a dream.

Angel desperately wanted to look away, but her body couldn't be controlled, and her eyes were fixed on the light in front of her.

The light flows slowly, like joys and sorrows, flashing stories one after another, like a world of mortals, containing the epitome of an era, and like martial arts, with sword energy roaring, endless, six reincarnations, the ultimate explosion Destroy everything, the ten absolutes of true martial arts block all directions, no grass grows in the absolute domain, and the twenty-four swords shatter the sky, tearing the sky and the earth apart.

The starry sky is vast, shadows circulate, ice, wind, thunder and fire are constantly changing.

This is everything.

You can see what you want to see in it.

Angel's incomparable fear was like seeing the legendary Pandora's box.

She knows what that means.

This is the embodiment of a strong and perfect will that is infinitely close to the extreme.

Transcendence!

In front of this ray of light, her thoughts were extremely fuzzy, yet extremely clear: "Are you... a transcendent realm?"

"Not yet."

Qin Weibai stared at the light in the palm of his hand, and was also in a daze. No one knew what she saw in the light: "But it's very close."

"What do you want?"

Angel backed away in vain, her voice gradually deformed by fear.

"I want to lend it to you for a while."

Qin Weibai said lightly.

"I don't want this kind of thing."

Angel almost screamed.

"Don't rush to refuse, it is very likely to save your life, and it is not a bad thing for you."

Qin Weibai smiled softly.

"What the hell is this?"

Angel trembled.

Qin Weibai was silent for a long time before he said softly: "This is a sword light, the epitome of the sword light, it is an era, the era of women, the era of revenge, the most boring era."

All memories began to become clearer and clearer.

Angel thought of Qin Weibai's every expression at that time.

At that time, she watched the light expand in the opponent's palm, and the light became brighter and brighter, but all she could feel was darkness.

It was endless despair.

The will belonging to the pope rushed into her spiritual realm extremely arrogantly and resolutely.

The Pope's pupils contracted.

Angel's pupils were expanding.

The sword light that condensed the entire era bloomed in her pupils, so fierce and so lonely.

Vaguely, she remembered that she asked again: "What the hell is this?"

Qin Weibai's answer was equally clear at this moment.

"The heart of despair."