Female President's Protector

Zhang Yi, who was still in mid-air, changed his move in vain. After a roll, his body fell slightly, accelerating the speed of landing.

Immediately, a golden phantom sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and awe-inspiring killing intent burst out from his eyes.

Seeing this, Elliott's heart trembled, and his pupils shrank for a while.

This phantom sword exudes an extremely domineering aura. This is not the key point. The key point is that he also has a little understanding of Chinese cultivators. Only those who can form a phantom sword with true energy can be above the sixth level of congenital, and it is said that even if the congenital The above are only available occasionally. If you want to use them flexibly, you can only do it in the realm of supernatural powers.

Could it be that this young man is already in the realm of supernatural powers?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Elliott kept shouting in his heart, not because he didn't believe it, but because he didn't want to believe it.

Looking at Elliott with a pale complexion, Zhang Yi smiled coldly. The phantom sword in his hand was shaking violently like a silver snake, and he was in front of Elliott in the blink of an eye.

But what surprised Elliott was that he couldn't tell which was real and which was fake, and he didn't know whether he stabbed himself in the chest or in the head. It was so confusing!

Unexpectedly, the sword that transformed the true energy made it so superb that Elliot's face sank like water, and he retreated several steps.

But there was already a corner of the wall behind him, so he kicked off the wall with his right foot in desperation, wanting to jump over Zhang Yi's head.

Zhang Yi looked at Elliott coldly, and the phantom sword flashed across him in an instant.

"f·u·ck!" Elliott's complexion changed dramatically. He never expected Zhang Yi to change his moves so quickly. As soon as he jumped up, he had already blocked his escape route. If he didn't land, then he would His head is likely to be chopped off.

Involuntarily, his body fell slightly, but just as he was about to hit the ground, Zhang Yi's phantom sword disappeared, and in exchange for him was his fist full of qi.

'bang'

Facing Zhang Yi, who changed his moves frequently, Elliott was helpless.

The chest was hit, and an extremely domineering zhenqi immediately entered his body, causing his blood to surge up, and he almost vomited blood.

"So the so-called archbishop in red is nothing more than that." Zhang Yi said jokingly.

"Humph."

"Ying Ling Sky Eagle." Elliott roared, and there was a group of countless eagles in front of his whole body, and they flew towards Zhang Yi quickly.

"What the hell?" Zhang Yi frowned slightly and muttered.

But he didn't retreat but advanced, and he was completely unafraid.

When he was only a short distance away from the black eagle, he stopped suddenly, and his lips moved quickly.

Immediately, the entire rockery hall was extraordinarily bright, with golden and red rays of light surrounding Zhang Yi, and he was like a god of war at this moment.

"go with!"

With a flick of Zhang Yi's right hand, countless sword rains instantly met those black eagles.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

After a while, the group of black hawks was wiped out instantly by the rain of swords, which pierced through the illusory black hawks, and rushed towards Elliott again.

Elliot dodged the rain of swords in extreme embarrassment, and suddenly Zhang Yi's figure appeared in front of him.

I saw his right hand waved, and a cold light flashed.

Elliot was horrified in his heart, but he couldn't hide if he wanted to hide at this time, so he could only turn his body slightly.

Swish!

"what……"

He escaped the fatal blow, but his left arm was cut off neatly. The shrill voice echoed in the hall. When everyone heard the voice, their backs felt chills, and they were in a trance for a moment.

Just such a moment is also a great opportunity for Shura and others.

At this time, everyone used their abilities to the fullest and quickly resolved the obstacles in front of them.

"You..." Elliott looked at the dagger in Zhang Yi's hand with a pale face, and said in a trembling voice, "Are you sure you want to be an enemy of Catholicism?"

If this is the case, it is estimated that the Catholic Church will not live in peace.

Leaving aside how high Zhang Yi's own cultivation was, the cold dagger in his hand was probably not something to be taken lightly.

Zhang Yi put away the dagger, breathed a sigh of relief, used up all his ultimate moves, and even used the dagger to win. It seems that the sixth-level red-clothed archbishop is not easy to deal with.

"As long as you submit to us, we will definitely not treat you badly." Seeing Zhang Yi's expressionless face, Elliott said coldly, now he wants to stabilize this person first.

"Oh?" Zhang Yi raised his brows lightly, and then smiled jokingly: "Can you give me anything?"

"Correct."

"Then I want your Pope's position."

"Presumptuous!" Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Elliot endured the pain and scolded angrily.

Whoosh!

Without saying a word, Zhang Yi's body instantly turned into an afterimage.

Click.

"what……"

Elliot's other one was broken alive.

"Actually, I was joking with you just now. I don't care about the position of your pope, because..." Zhang Yi sneered, jumped up, turned in the air, and kicked Elliot's head with his right leg.

"The enmity of members of Dragon's Breath, I will pay back ten times, just wait."

It wasn't until Elliot's head rolled a few meters away on the ground that Zhang Yi said calmly.

"what……"

"Lord Elliot is dead."

"Run away..."

Some sharp-eyed people screamed in terror at the sight of the head on the floor.

Even Master Elliot is not their opponent, they are just unknown juniors, how can they fight?

But how could He He and the others let them escape so easily? After the two red-clothed archbishops were dealt with, Shura and He He stood at the door expressionlessly. As long as anyone wanted to rush out, they would kill them on the spot.

Bai Tian and the others were already scarred, but the victory and defeat had been decided, and they all let out a long breath.

Ignoring the people kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, Zhang Yi walked towards the three mysterious boxes step by step.

"Guess what's inside?" Shura handed the door to He He, walked straight to Zhang Yi, and asked curiously.

And the crowd also followed behind Zhang Yi, and they were also curious about what the cultural relics they worked so hard to find were.

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, and when he looked closely, his pupils emitted a golden-red cold light, which shot directly at the three boxes.

After a long time, Zhang Yi sighed softly, "It's just some old books and antiques from the Shang Dynasty."

"Uh……"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, everyone was startled and looked at Zhang Yi strangely.

This guy is bragging and doesn't make drafts at all, he is so sure without even reading it.

With a look of disbelief, Shura quickly walked to those boxes and opened them.

After rummaging in the box for a while, Shura's expression became strange, and he looked at Zhang Yi in disbelief.

"How did you know?"

Zhang Yi shrugged and said calmly, "Do you believe me when I say I have clairvoyance?"

"Bullshit." Shura gave Zhang Yi a blank look and said.

"Don't believe me?" Zhang Yi smiled strangely, looked Shura up and down, touched his nose and said, "You are wearing big red pants."