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Under the light and shadow of the sky, the Flying Sword formed by the Profound Nether blood dragon armor, like a waterfall of red azure, moved towards the 4 weeks of bright heaven. The countless angels phantom stalked away.

Under the increasing pressure, Wang Feng’s black arrogance, faintly discernible, seemed to be extinguished at any time.

The mental force has been urged to Extreme, so that the dark rays of light cover the entire pupil of Wang Feng.

The power of this move made Wang Feng take it seriously.

Especially the Dark Angel Martial spirit in Sea of ​​Consciousness, as if awakened, roared, shaking Wang Feng’s Spirit.

The power of 7 blood patterns emits dazzling rays of light under the roar of Dark Angel Martial spirit.

From a distance, Wang Feng’s body seemed to be flowing with 7 long rivers of blood.

Not enough. Now Wang Feng is enveloped by this phantom Great Bright Church, and there is no idea what happened outside.

Except Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu pupil light flickered, staring deeply at the majestic and magnificent heaven.

This is his strongest move, the formidable power of Divine Skill, extraordinary. The release conditions are also extremely harsh.

The last phantom can be called down to frighten the enemy with the help of Angelic Sacred Sword.

‘Dark Angel Martial spirit …’

Qian Daoliu’s eyes flashed with strange light.

As the god servant of Angel God, he puts first in his heart, naturally God Position.

Granddaughter you have the aptitude inherited from God Position. Then let Qian Renxue achieve God Position, which is his lifelong wish.

For this wish, Qian Daoliu did not hesitate to sweep away all obstacles that prevented Qian Renxue from becoming a god.

Wang Feng is not a hindrance to him, to a certain extent, it is also an incentive to Qian Renxue.

Even seeing Qian Renxue become the only obsession because of Wang Feng’s death. He has several points of comfort.

But it doesn’t work anymore.

At this moment, he uses this move to explore the reality of this kid Wang Feng through Angel God’s Divine Sense.

What the hell is that Dark Angel Martial spirit?

Is it good or bad for Xiaoxue?

The moment he saw Wang Feng was still alive, Qian Daoliu had already made this plan.

A weak Divine Sense of Angel God is force majeure for mortals.

even more how The bright heaven is condensed by the strength of faith, without using Martial spirit and spirit power, it is even more difficult to break it.

Gazing at the scenes in the bright heaven, Qian Daoliu’s pupils constricted slightly.

I saw that bright heaven.

Countless azure Flying Sword swept all the angel phantoms like a long river of sunset.

In an instant, those angelic phantoms condensed by the strength of Faith were pierced into countless holes, and instantly turned into countless lights and shadows and disappeared into the heavenly phantom.

‘This kid’s Spirit Bone, what the hell is it! ‘

Qian Daoliu was shocked.

It’s not like Flying Sword that he has never seen before. It used to be a white clothed pope’s standard.

It was originally pitch black.

In Sea God Island, it became azure.

Now it has become a red azure again, this formidable power improvement is too exaggerated.

Those angel phantoms are not simple. They are the descendants of angels under the seat of Angel God. They are the powerhouses with Six Wings Angel Martial spirit in the past. The thoughts condensed after death are gathered in the angel hall of Elder Palace.

Qian Daoliu took this as an opportunity to combine with the god-bestowed spirit ring to create this powerful Spirit Ability.

Every angel phantom is an extremely powerful existence, and the sound they make can easily pierce the judged sinner in the bright heaven. It represents the trial of the sacred Light Power.

Even if the semi-god level powerhouse is stronger than Qian Daoliu, mental force surpasses his existence, it is difficult to escape.

Let alone attack!

Still in this moment, so many red long swords were driven, to what extent did this kid’s mental force reach?

In an instant.

All the angel phantoms turned into dust.

This move, Wang Feng’s mental force has consumed most of it!

Wang Feng rarely divides the Profound Nether blood dragon into such flying swords. Because the more separation, the greater the consumption of mental force.

But at this moment Wang Feng had to do this, and he couldn’t even relax.

In the empty bright heaven, all the Chiqing Flying Swords, like waterfalls, flowed towards the top, and finally converged into a Chiqing Great Sword with several meters long!

At this point, the phantom of Angel God held the Angelic Sacred Sword and cut it off suddenly.

In phantom’s eyes, a few rays of light flashed suddenly.

The next moment, the Red Flying Sword weighing 250,000 jin, seemed to freeze the air.

The density has reached a limit.

Hong long!

When the two collided, the Angelic Sacred Sword in the phantom’s hand shook violently, and the sacred sword exploded with a fierce golden flame, cutting open the flying sword.

Shocked into countless Profound Nether blood dragon thorns.

Wang Feng Spirit vibrates, and the golden flame of the sacred sword is covered with a layer of mental force that purifies it.

My heart sank slightly.

The Dark Angel Martial spirit in Sea of ​​Consciousness roared again.

Under this boundless pressure, Wang Feng’s 7 blood patterns were hot and hot, as if he was about to melt himself.

The Dark Angel Martial spirit is restricted and cannot be used. But at this moment, Wang Feng felt that seven blood patterns were burning crazily under the pressure of the Angel God phantom, and explosive power came from the blood patterns.

Wang Feng raised his head and looked towards the phantom cut down by the sword, his dark eyes exuding the extreme darkness.

The phantom looked at Wang Feng’s pupils, as if through Wang Feng’s eyes, he saw the Dark Angel Martial spirit in Sea of ​​Consciousness.

There was such a moment of hesitation.

At this moment of effort, Wang Feng’s whole body burned with boiling magic flames again, and he violently broke free from the golden chains on the cross, stepped directly on it, and moved towards that phantom with a punch!

On the huge fist is the end of the blood pattern, condensing the dark arrogance as if it were substantial. punch towards that Angelic Sacred Sword.

“humph.”

In the next instant, the phantom suddenly retracted the sacred sword and made a big sound of Honghong. The arm of the extend the hand was condensed into a fist, and the fist was burning with golden arrogance, directly banging with Wang Feng’s punch!

Hum ~!

Under 2 huge forces, endless arrogance burst out, instantly extinguishing the surrounding bright heaven phantom!

A hint of surprise flashed in the phantom’s eyes, his huge body was shaken back a few minutes, and a rays of light flashed across his eyes in the white clouds and mist, staring at Wang Feng’s silhouette, the silhouette gradually becoming blurred.

at the same time.

At the moment of a punch with that Angel God phantom, endless flames of light burst in the sky.

Wang Feng felt irresistible with a torrent of great power, and he flew down from in midair!

The strangest thing is that at the moment of the collision, the golden flame on the phantom fist instantly attached to Wang Feng’s body, instantly covering his body’s black arrogance that was burning because of the blood pattern power.

It’s weird.