Chapter: 4399
In mind.
There is no sky, no land, no scenery, only Chen Ning and Blanche exist.
The two of them didn't speak, and when they met, they started fighting like a storm.
bang bang bang...
The two displayed their full cultivation and started a fierce battle. The two figures kept changing, shifting, and colliding like ghosts...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged three hundred moves.
In the end, Chen Ning blasted through Blanche's defense forcefully and punched Blanche in the chest.
Well!
Blanche, who was fighting in his mind, was injured.
In reality, Blanche, who was staring intently at Chen Ning, couldn't help but groaned, stepped back seven or eight steps, barely stood still, and the corner of his mouth was already bleeding.
Chen Ning also recovered from his thoughts, and looked at Blanche calmly: "You lost."
Blanche looked ugly, startled and angry, and looked at Chen Ning with shocked eyes.
He made eye contact with Chen Ning just now, and the two started fighting in their minds, fighting for 300 rounds.
But.
In other people's eyes, he and Chen Ning were only less than three meters away from each other, and he was injured and retreated with a muffled grunt. The mystery of this was beyond the comprehension of these outsiders.
at this time.
He heard Chen Ning say that he lost.
His previous arrogance was no longer on his face, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.
He pushed away those bishops and temple soldiers who wanted to help him, looked at Chen Ning with complicated eyes, and said slowly: "Mr. Chen's strength is rare in this world, and I am convinced that I lost."
Chen Ning nodded slightly: "Accept."
After speaking, he took Dian Chu and other subordinates and strode into the hall of the temple.
On the throne in the hall sits Pope Eugene IV.
There are also saintesses, gods of war, patron saints of the Holy See, and many paladins and cardinals around.
This moment.
Everyone looked at Chen Ning in shock.
Chen Ning continued to pass through the 50,000-strong human wall, and defeated Alai, the patron saint of the holy sword, and Grand Elder Blanche. He stepped into the hall of the Holy See headquarters, and came in front of the Pope.
This person is really too strong.
There are countless strong men in the Holy See, but no one can stop his footsteps.
Eugene IV couldn't sit still at this time. He changed the pope's previous high and inviolable posture, stood up, walked straight to Chen Ning, and said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Chen, you are here."
Chen Ning said indifferently: "I told you a long time ago that if you don't choose the future saint, I will come to the Holy See in person and let you change your mind back then." JrNovels.com
There is no sky, no land, no scenery, only Chen Ning and Blanche exist.
The two of them didn't speak, and when they met, they started fighting like a storm.
bang bang bang...
The two displayed their full cultivation and started a fierce battle. The two figures kept changing, shifting, and colliding like ghosts...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged three hundred moves.
In the end, Chen Ning blasted through Blanche's defense forcefully and punched Blanche in the chest.
Well!
Blanche, who was fighting in his mind, was injured.
In reality, Blanche, who was staring intently at Chen Ning, couldn't help but groaned, stepped back seven or eight steps, barely stood still, and the corner of his mouth was already bleeding.
Chen Ning also recovered from his thoughts, and looked at Blanche calmly: "You lost."
Blanche looked ugly, startled and angry, and looked at Chen Ning with shocked eyes.
He made eye contact with Chen Ning just now, and the two started fighting in their minds, fighting for 300 rounds.
But.
In other people's eyes, he and Chen Ning were only less than three meters away from each other, and he was injured and retreated with a muffled grunt. The mystery of this was beyond the comprehension of these outsiders.
at this time.
He heard Chen Ning say that he lost.
His previous arrogance was no longer on his face, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.
He pushed away those bishops and temple soldiers who wanted to help him, looked at Chen Ning with complicated eyes, and said slowly: "Mr. Chen's strength is rare in this world, and I am convinced that I lost."
Chen Ning nodded slightly: "Accept."
After speaking, he took Dian Chu and other subordinates and strode into the hall of the temple.
On the throne in the hall sits Pope Eugene IV.
There are also saintesses, gods of war, patron saints of the Holy See, and many paladins and cardinals around.
This moment.
Everyone looked at Chen Ning in shock.
Chen Ning continued to pass through the 50,000-strong human wall, and defeated Alai, the patron saint of the holy sword, and Grand Elder Blanche. He stepped into the hall of the Holy See headquarters, and came in front of the Pope.
This person is really too strong.
There are countless strong men in the Holy See, but no one can stop his footsteps.
Eugene IV couldn't sit still at this time. He changed the pope's previous high and inviolable posture, stood up, walked straight to Chen Ning, and said with a smile on his face: "Mr. Chen, you are here."
Chen Ning said indifferently: "I told you a long time ago that if you don't choose the future saint, I will come to the Holy See in person and let you change your mind back then." JrNovels.com
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