This Pot Is My Back! [Fast Wear]

Chapter 36

"Quick and fast -"

The system that has been out of contact for a long time has already rushed back, and Su Shi suddenly, the soul is still stuck in the half way to go out: "What?"

The system has not been able to explain, and his soul has been reinstated into the body, and the control of the body has been forcibly stopped.

When the angle of view changes instantly, Su Shi's eyes watched as his body lifted up, and his eyes shed a strong magic. His look was completely chilly, and the black mist swayed wildly.

No one expected the Pope's counterattack, and Esmond rushed to turn around, only to see the look of the people in front of him, and he couldn't help but look at it. His footsteps suddenly became sluggish.

"This body is not bad..."

The god of darkness moved a little, and his face showed a sullen smile. His eyes fixed on the cardinal, and he suddenly spread his hand to him: "Come, destroy me and this body together, how?" "

Esmond's hand trembled fiercely, and his eyes were dripping with intense blood.

It is he who is negligent.

Ivan should be sent to the archbishop.

He just stood still, no movement, and the demon who lived in the Paladin did not intend to let him go. Slightly adapted to the new body, the body shape fretting, and suddenly shot at him.

"Lord Esmond!"

The Archbishop suddenly spoke loudly, and the old voice called the Cardinal awakened.

His eyes fell on the black air in the eyes, and Esmond gritted his teeth and stepped back. The flames of the whole body ignited silently.

Ice Ling did not hesitate to pierce the flame, rising a white mist, and solidly covered the situation in the arena.

Su Shi's soul was stuck in the corner of his body and finally understood the meaning of the system.

This is the last chance. He can also call everyone to think that he has been completely defeated by the Pope, and then use another way to drag the Pope to the same end, the same as the world's perfect completion.

The ice and fire intersect, and the white fog in the arena is getting thicker. Esmond squinted his eyebrows and breathlessly examined the movements around him, and suddenly heard the rapid footsteps behind him.

He suddenly turned back, but the flames of the rise were hesitated for a moment, and he was found by the dark god, and his fist hit the chest.

The opponent started to be precise and hot, and when he came up, he aimed at the injury on his body. Esmond's chest was sore, but it still seemed to be unaware, and his eyes fell deeply into the indifference of ignorance and anger.

"Ivan..."

His voice has been low and dumb, and his throat has even spread a thick bloody suffocation.

As if he heard his call, the youth's body shape suddenly turned a blind eye, and his eyes seemed to be restored to a clear and clear, helplessly falling on him, showing a vague light in his eyes.

His hopes suddenly rose, and Esmond couldn't help but step forward. The other's lips suddenly showed a lot of ridicule. The ink on his shoulders left a wound on his shoulder and raised his hand on his throat. .

"You are really a good deceit, but it is a bit sweet, so you can get it yourself."

The dark god leaned over and looked at him, sneer, and tightened his hand more and more: "His souls have been swallowed up by me as a sacrifice, leaving only one body. You can call him by wave. Completely annihilated, isn't it?"