Under the light and shadows of the sky, the flying sword formed by Xuanming Blood Dragon Armor was like a red-green waterfall, slashing towards the countless angel phantoms in the light heaven around.

As the pressure became stronger, the black aura on Wang Feng's body appeared and seemed to be about to be extinguished at any time.

The mental power has been induced to the extreme, allowing the dark light to cover Wang Feng's entire pupils.

The power of this move forced Wang Feng to take it seriously.

Especially the dark angel martial soul in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if awakened, roared, shaking, shaking Wang Feng's spirit.

The power of the seven blood patterns emits a dazzling light under the roar of the dark angel martial soul.

From a distance, Wang Feng's body seemed to be flowing with seven long blood-colored rivers.

However, now Wang Feng is shrouded in this phantom church of Light, and there is no idea what happened outside.

Except for Qiandaoliu.

Qiandaoliu's eyes flashed, staring deeply at the majestic and grand paradise of light.

This is his strongest move, the power of his magical skills is extraordinary, and the release conditions are extremely harsh.

The last phantom was even more capable of summoning it to shock the enemy with the help of the angel holy sword.

‘Dark Angel Martial Soul…’

Qiandaoliu's eyes were flashing strange lights.

As the attendant of the Angel God, the first thing he puts in his heart is naturally the God’s position.

His granddaughter has the qualifications to inherit the throne of the gods. So it was his lifelong wish to make Qian Renxue achieve the throne of the gods.

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

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

He was even somewhat relieved to see Qian Renxue turning into the only obsession because of Wang Feng's death.

But now it's not possible.

He used this move at this moment to explore the reality of Wang Feng, the kid, through the divine thoughts of the angel god.

What is that dark angel martial soul?

For Xiaoxue, is it good or bad?

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

A faint divine thought of the Angel God is force majeure to mortals.

What's more, the Heaven of Light is condensed by the power of faith. It is even more difficult to break without using martial souls and soul power.

Staring at the scenes in the Light Heaven, the pupils of Qiandao River condensed slightly.

I saw that in the heaven of light.

Countless red and green flying swords swept across all the angel phantoms like the setting sun in the long river.

In an instant, the angel phantoms condensed by the power of faith were penetrated into countless holes, instantly turning into countless lights and shadows and disappearing into the phantoms of heaven.

‘What is this boy’s soul bone?’

Qian Daoliu felt shocked.

He has never seen the flying sword before, and it was once the standard for the Pope in white.

It was originally painted black.

When I was on the Sea God Island, it turned into blue.

Now it has turned red and blue again, and the power has been greatly exaggerated.

Those angel phantoms are not simple. They are descendants of angels under the angel god. They are powerful people with six-winged angel martial souls in all generations. The thoughts condensed after death gather in the angel hall of the Elders' Hall.

Qiandaoliu took this opportunity and combined with the God-given soul ring to create this powerful soul skill.

Every angel phantom is an extremely powerful existence. The sound they make can easily shake the sinners who are judged in the heaven of light and are judged. It represents the power of divine light for judgment.

Even a demigod-level powerful man who is stronger than Qiandaoliu has a mental power that is more than his existence, it is difficult to escape.

Not to mention attacking!

Or at this moment, with so many Red Green Long Swords driving, how far has this kid's mental power reached?

In an instant.

All the angel phantoms turned into dust.

With this move, Wang Feng's mental power has been consumed!

Wang Feng is a very young master of Xuanming's blood dragon stinging into such a flying sword. Because the more separation, the more it consumes mental power.

But at this moment, Wang Feng had to do this and could not even relax.

In the empty paradise of Light, all the red green flying swords rushed towards the top like a waterfall, and finally gathered into a red green sword several meters long!

Here, the phantom of the angel god held the angel's holy sword and suddenly slashed down.

A few lights suddenly flashed in the phantom's eyes.

The next moment, the Red Green Flying Sword weighing 250,000 kilograms seemed to have frozen the air.

Density has reached a limit.

Boom!

When the two collided, the angel holy sword in the phantom's hand shook violently, and the holy sword exploded with a violent golden flame, cutting the Red Green Flying Sword.

It shook into countless Xuanming Blood Dragon Sprites.

Wang Feng was shocked, and the golden flame of the holy sword was covered with a layer of spiritual power that purified the attached to it.

My heart sank slightly.

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

Under this endless pressure, Wang Feng's seven blood patterns were scorching hot, as if they were about to melt himself.

The dark angel martial soul was restricted and could not be used. But at this moment, Wang Feng felt the seven blood patterns burning wildly under the oppression of the angel divine shadow, and an explosive power came from the blood patterns.

Wang Feng looked up at the phantom slashed by the sword, and his dark eyes exuded the ultimate darkness.

The phantom looked at Wang Feng's pupils, as if through Wang Feng's eyes, he could see the dark angel martial soul in the sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a moment of hesitation.

It was in this moment that Wang Feng's whole body burned with boiling magic flames again, and he suddenly broke free from the golden chain on the cross. He stepped on it and punched the phantom!

On the huge fist was the end of the blood pattern, which condensed the dark aura that seemed to be solid. It hit the Angel Sacred Sword with one punch.

"snort."

The next moment, the phantom suddenly withdrew the holy sword, made a loud sound of Honghong, and also stretched out his arms to condense into a fist. The fist was burning with golden aura, and directly hit Wang Feng's punch!

Boom~!

Under the two huge forces, endless aura burst out, instantly shaking out the shadow of the light heaven around him!

A hint of surprise flashed in the phantom's eyes, and the huge body was shaken back a little. A light flashed in the hazy white clouds and mist. I stared at Wang Feng's figure, and my figure gradually faded.

at the same time.

At the moment when he punched the angel divine shadow, endless flames burst into the sky.

A huge force made Wang Feng feel irresistible, and he flew backwards from mid-air!!

The strangest thing is that at the moment of collision, the golden flame on the phantom fist instantly attached to Wang Feng, and instantly covered the black aura burning with the power of blood patterns on his body.
Chapter completed!