C458 The Gift Was Reciprocated

Patrick frowned. The Holy Artifact in his hand was a gold and silver key, shining with a bright golden light. The majestic and vast Holy Power contrasted with his gorgeous bright yellow robe, making him look like a god.

Bang!

A loud sound was heard. Patrick took a heavy blow from Yu Jingzi's flying sword, but the Holy Power around his body shook violently and sent the flying sword flying back. Patrick stood in the air without moving. He was perfectly fine.

On the other hand, Yu Jingzi caught the flying sword that was flying back. However, there was a faint Holy Power on the flying sword. Yu Jingzi did not notice it and immediately said.

The Holy Power looked thin, but its quality was extremely huge. It was like a huge army of ants had drilled into Yu Jingzi's body through his hand. After a while, Yu Jingzi's face turned green and white. He felt as if his body had been bitten by thousands of ants, and his internal organs had dried up in an instant.

A dozen or so people from the Kunlun Sect saw Yu Jingzi launching an attack, and they also went forward to receive him. However, in just a moment, they saw that the opponent didn't dodge Yu Jingzi's flying sword. They were so shocked that they almost spat out their teeth. When they turned around and looked at Yu Jingzi again, these dozen or so people's faces immediately turned pale.

It was as if Yu Jingzi had been cursed by the passing of time. The skin and flesh on his face aged at a visible rate. Layers of wrinkles quickly covered Yu Jingzi's originally fair face. Even Yu Jingzi's eyes turned gloomy in an instant.

"Ah..." Yu Jingzi abandoned the flying sword in his hand. He hugged his head and rolled violently in the air in pain. After a while, there was a violent explosion. Yu Jingzi's entire body was wrapped in a white light and ripped apart. The glaring light reflected the sky into a white color.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this scene. Even Ming Zhen was shocked. Everyone knew how high Yu Jingzi's cultivation base was, but his opponent just stood there and didn't move. He didn't even raise his hand to kill Yu Jingzi. Wasn't this too strange?

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't believe their eyes. They thought that they were seeing things. Some of them even rubbed their eyes or pinched their thighs, afraid that they were still dreaming.

"This... How did this guy kill Yu Jingzi?" Everyone had the same doubt in their hearts. More than a dozen people were surrounding Patrick, but none of them dared to step forward.

Ming Zhen was also feeling fear in his heart. As the saying went, fear that was unknown was true fear. It was like some people were afraid of ghosts. No one had ever seen what ghosts looked like, but they were very afraid of ghosts.

The unknown force that he didn't understand immediately made this big boss of cultivation realm want to retreat.

However, just because these people surrounded him and didn't attack him didn't mean that they were as kind as him. Patrick's originally warm and elegant smile gradually turned cold. It was so cold that the cultivator surrounding him actually felt a chill on their backs.

Patrick's actions were still as graceful as before. He looked unusually relaxed and relaxed. He held the gold and silver keys in his hands like a cross.

Boom!

A flame like Holy Power suddenly emerged from his body. The majestic Holy Power knocked the dozen or so people around him as if they had hit a bulldozer. They were thrown more than a hundred meters away. Some of the weaker ones even vomited blood.

Patrick's eyes sparkled. These intruders deserved to die in his eyes. He had no reason to let them go!

If the members of the Holy Church who knew about Patrick saw Patrick like this, they would definitely shrink their necks in fear and hide far away. At this time, Patrick was the most terrifying.

Patrick was not as elegant as he looked. His means were quite bloodthirsty.

Patrick's white whip moved quickly in the air like a white waterfall. Ordinary cultivator could not catch him at all.

"Ah!" A cultivator that had surrounded Patrick had just stabilized his feet in the strong wind. He did not even have the time to look up. His eyes suddenly lit up, and it was as if his entire body had been placed on a fire rack. The intense burning pain caused all the pores on his body to tighten in an instant. Then, a tearing pain burst out from his body. In an instant, it drowned out his thoughts.

Regardless of whether the cultivator in the sky was powerful or not, it was almost impossible to combine any of the techniques in this white waterfall. It fell from the sky with a single touch. The cultivator in the sky was like a fly that had been infected by an insect pesticide, falling down with a swoosh.

In just a few breaths of time, over twenty cultivator had been killed by Ming Zhen's opponent. A few of them were elders of the Kunlun Sect.

Ming Zhen couldn't hold it any longer. The opponent's strength was beyond his expectations. He couldn't help but feel fear in his heart, but at this point, he had no choice but to turn back.

Anger rose from within his heart, and evil grew in his heart!

Ming Zhen gritted his teeth. "Since that's the case, then... Ming Zhen gritted his teeth: If that's the case, then I'll destroy your Vatisn!" He took out a small octagonal bronze mirror from his wide sleeve. The bronze mirror was carved with ancient patterns, but those who were knowledgeable could feel a vast and boundless power from the octagonal bronze mirror. It was the Kunlun Sect's immortal treasure, the Heavenly Mirror.

The Heavenly Mirror was an ancient Immortal Treasure, one of the few remaining Immortal Weapons in the cultivation realm. It was also publicly acknowledged as the most powerful Immortal Weapon in the cultivation realm.

With the mirror in his hand,ming Zhen's courage was instantly boosted. He stretched out his hand and bit his teeth. A trace of blood seeped out. Ming Zhen quickly drew a talisman on the Heavenly Mirror.

Swoosh! A white light shot into the sky, as if it connected to the realm of Immortal Mansion.

Patrick, who was like a meat grinder, killing people in the large group of cultivator, suddenly felt an energy fluctuation that was so powerful that it made his heart tremble.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a pillar of light that shot up to the sky, but very quickly, the pillar of light faded away.

Ming Zhen laughed and raised the Vast Heaven Mirror in his hand, shouting loudly: "Quick!" He already unlocked the Vast Heaven Mirror's seal. This seal could only be unsealed with the blood of every generation's sect master.

Suddenly - A thick white light shot out from the mirror. In front of them, seven or eight clergy gathered together to resist the attack of the cultivator flying sword. Suddenly swept by this thick white light, these people's bodies turned into flying ashes and disappeared. When the surrounding clergy saw this scene, they had the same expression as the dozen or so cultivator who had seen Patrick display his power. They were so shocked that even their bodies began to tremble.

These people knew in their hearts that they were just chosen to be cannon fodder. However, being cannon fodder also had a way to die. It was not as if they were casually swept away and not even a corpse was left behind. This was too horrifying.

Patrick's face was as cold as water, and his face was as cold as ice. His body moved. He stopped in front of Ming Zhen and said indifferently, "I think your opponent should be me!" A simple sentence: Patrick could easily tell the situation on the battlefield. The cannon fodder that he had chosen could not be defeated by them in one strike. He had to hold on for a period of time in order to gain their trust. He had let these barbarians from the east step by step into the trap that he had set up. If they were defeated without any resistance... It was too suspicious. No matter what, Patrick didn't want to waste everything that he had set up. If Vatisn was destroyed, it could be rebuilt. If the clergy died, they could be recruited again. As long as he was still alive, the glory of God could always be conveyed to the world. It could make people believe in themselves and the Vatisn.

"Hahaha! I have said that we should return the favor. You have killed so many of my disciples. I should at least give you a respectful salute!" Ming Zhen laughed arrogantly, totally not putting Patrick in his eyes.

Patrick grabbed the Holy Artifact in his hand, and in a breath's time, he condensed a white light sword that looked like a material substance. From the edge of the blade, one could even see the blazing Holy Power burning crazily on the sword's body.

Swoosh!

With a slash of the sword, Patrick held the sword with both hands. It was the most standard posture for a knight to hold a heavy sword.

The white light sword almost tore the space apart. Tiny earthworm-like spatial cracks appeared around the blade.

Ming Zhen's smile froze. He could feel the immense power of the other party's sword. Without thinking, he raised the Vast Heaven Mirror in his hand. A white light shot out.

Boom!

Both sides collided violently, and both of them were knocked out at the same time. Looking at the white light sword in Patrick's hand, there was no damage at all.

Ming Zhen's face turned serious. Although he was arrogant, he wasn't arrogant to the point of madness. The weapon in his opponent's hand was actually able to resist his immortal treasure. It seemed that his opponent's weapon was also on the same level as an immortal treasure.

Patrick had the same thought as Ming Zhen, although he had already felt that the weapon in Ming Zhen's hand was extraordinary. He had never thought that his opponent's weapon would be able to resist his Holy Artifact. One must know that the Holy Artifact in his hand was left behind from the ancient era of the Heavenly God. All along, he had been very confident that as long as the Holy Artifact was in his hand, there would be no one in the world who could match him. However, he had never thought that... The myth in my heart was destroyed on this day.

Patrick was truly shocked. Fortunately, only one such weapon had appeared in the hands of these Eastern cultivator. If someone else had the same weapon, then the Church would be in danger today.

Ming Zhen was furious. He raised his hand and shot out several more beams of white light. Patrick chanted a few strange incantations and suddenly two wings of light appeared on his back. The wings of light opened and closed, and people appeared in the sky like phantoms. In the blink of an eye, he dodged Ming Zhen's attack. He was already in front of Ming Zhen. His speed was so fast that it was hard to believe.

Ming Zhen looked at Patrick in shock and anger. He held the Great Heaven Mirror in one hand and swung his sword with the other. The powerful sword instantly tore apart the fragile space and landed on Patrick's wings of light.

But all of a sudden,ming Zhen was shocked to find that the force of his attack was like a ball of cotton that had been cut by his sword. He didn't feel any force at all.

But at this time, Patrick's light sword had already slashed down heavily from above. Ming Zhen could feel the astral wind blowing into his nostrils, as if it was going to explode his lungs, and it was so piercing that it was difficult for him to open his eyes.