Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

Under the light and shadow of the sky, the flying sword formed by the Xuanming Blood Dragon Armor was like a red-green waterfall, piercing towards the countless angels' shadows in the surrounding bright heaven.

As the pressure grew stronger, the black arrogance all over Wang Feng's body loomed, seemingly extinguished at any moment.

The mental power has been activated to the extreme, causing the dark light to cover Wang Feng's entire eyes.

This move was so powerful that Wang Feng had to take it seriously.

Especially the dark angel spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be awakened, roaring and shaking Wang Feng's spirit.

The power of the seven blood lines glowed dazzlingly under the roar of the Dark Angel's martial spirit.

Looking from a distance, Wang Feng's body seemed to be flowing with seven long rivers of blood.

But now Wang Feng is shrouded in the shadow of the Great Light Church, and the outside world has no idea what is going on.

Except Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu's eyes flickered, staring deeply at the majestic and magnificent heaven of light.

This is his most powerful move. The power of this magical skill is extraordinary. The release conditions are also extremely harsh.

The last phantom could only be summoned to frighten the enemy with the help of the Angel Holy Sword.

'Dark Angel Martial Spirit...'

Qian Daoliu's eyes flashed with strange light.

As a servant of the angel god, the first thing in his heart is naturally the throne.

The granddaughter has the qualifications to inherit the divine throne. So it is his lifelong wish to let Qian Renxue achieve the status of god.

For this wish, Qian Daoliu did not hesitate to sweep away all things and people that hindered Qian Renxue from becoming a god.

Wang Feng was not an obstacle to him. To a certain extent, he was also an inspiration to Qian Renxue.

He was even somewhat relieved to see Qian Renxue's only obsession with becoming a god because of Wang Feng's death.

But now it doesn't work.

He used this move at this moment to use the angel god's spiritual thoughts to find out the true nature of Wang Feng.

What on earth 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 thought from an angel god is irresistible to mortals.

What's more, the bright heaven is condensed by the power of faith. It is extremely difficult to break it without using martial arts and soul power.

Staring at the scenes in the bright heaven, Qian Daoliu's pupils narrowed slightly.

I saw the light in heaven.

Countless red and green flying swords swept across all the angel shadows like the setting sun over a long river.

In an instant, the angelic shadows condensed by the power of faith were penetrated into countless holes, and instantly turned into countless lights and shadows and disappeared into the heavenly shadows.

‘What on earth is this boy’s soul bone! ’

Qian Daoliu was horrified.

It's not like he has never seen that flying sword before. It was once the standard equipment of the Pope in White.

It was originally pitch black.

When I was on Poseidon Island, it turned into cyan.

Now it's red and blue again.

It's just that the increase in power is too exaggerated.

Those angel phantoms are not simple. They are the descendants of angels under the throne of the Angel God. They are the powerful men who have possessed the spirit of Seraphim in the past. The thoughts they condensed after their death are gathered in the Angel Hall of the Elder Hall.

Qian Daoliu took this as an opportunity and combined it with the god-given soul ring to create this powerful soul skill.

Every angel shadow is an extremely powerful being, and the sound they make can easily break through the sinners who are being judged in the bright heaven. Judgment on behalf of the power of divine light.

Even a demigod-level expert who is stronger than Sendaoliu and whose mental power exceeds his can't escape.

Let alone attack!

Or at this moment, Yu drove so many red and green swords. What level of mental power did this kid reach?

In an instant.

All angelic shadows turned into dust.

This move has consumed most of Wang Feng's mental power!

Wang Feng rarely divided the Xuanming Blood Dragon Thorn into such flying swords. Because the more separation, the greater the consumption of mental energy.

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

In the empty bright heaven, all the red-green flying swords surged towards the top like a waterfall, and finally gathered into a red-green sword several meters long!

It was at this moment that the phantom of the angel god suddenly slashed down with the angel holy sword.

A few rays of light suddenly flashed in Xuying's eyes.

The next moment, the red-green flying sword weighing 250,000 kilograms seemed to freeze the air.

Density has reached a limit.

Boom!

The two collided, and the angel's holy sword in the phantom's hand shook violently. The holy sword burst out with a violent golden flame, cutting through the red and green flying sword.

It was shaken into countless Xuanming Blood Dragon Thorns.

Wang Feng's spirit was shaken. The golden flame of the holy sword could purify the mental power attached to Wang Feng. Temporarily out of control.

My heart sank slightly.

The dark angel spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness roared again.

Under this boundless pressure, Wang Feng's seven blood lines were so hot that they seemed to melt himself.

The dark angel spirit was restricted and could not be used. But at this moment, Wang Feng felt that the seven blood lines were burning crazily under the pressure of the phantom of the angel and god, and explosive power came from the blood lines.

Wang Feng raised his head and looked at the phantom cut down by the sword, his dark eyes exuding 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 the sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a moment of hesitation.

In this moment, Wang Feng's whole body was once again burning with boiling demonic flames. He suddenly broke free from the golden chain on the cross, stepped on it, and punched the phantom!

On the huge fist, there is the end of the blood pattern, which condenses the dark energy like substance. He punched the angel holy sword with one punch.

"Humph."

The next moment, the phantom suddenly withdrew the holy sword and made a loud sound. It also stretched out its arm to form a fist. The fist was burning with golden flames and directly collided with Wang Feng's punch!

Boom~!

Under the two huge forces, endless arrogance erupted, instantly extinguishing the surrounding phantoms of the Bright Heaven!

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the virtual shadow, and the huge body was shaken back a bit. A ray of light flashed through the hazy eyes in the clouds, staring at Wang Feng's figure, and the figure gradually disappeared.

at the same time.

The moment he punched the phantom of the angel god, endless flames of light burst into the sky.

A force so powerful that Wang Feng felt unable to resist it, he flew upside down from mid-air!

The most bizarre thing is that at the moment of collision, the golden flame on the phantom fist instantly attached to Wang Feng, and instantly covered his body with the black flames burning due to the power of the blood pattern.

Weird.