Chapter 1705

"It's up to you." Wang Xu turned to the monkey and said, looking at the huge Vatican in front of him, he walked in step by step at random.

Da!

Da!

Da!

Wang Xu walked slowly along the marble trail to a strong breath in the divine sense.

"Evil heretics, die An ascetic monk of the Vatican burst out with a roar and showed his holy light to Wang Xu.

Wang Xu's face didn't change. If he didn't see it, he continued to walk forward. His right finger moved gently. A golden sword light had torn the ascetic monk to pieces.

Along the way, Wang Xu has killed hundreds of believers of all kinds of holy light in God's robes.

Finally, Wang Xu stopped and stood in front of an old man with a white robe and a golden crown. A golden sun was painted on his chest, as if the holy light was shining all over the world.

"You're here..." the Pope held the scepter and looked at Wang Xu, very insipid.

Wang Xu did not speak, just staring at the Pope, his right hand slightly open, a little bit of golden sword light in the palm of his hand gathered into a long sword.

Sword of humanity!

At the moment when the sword was finished, a strong momentum burst out of the body, and the wind howled, raging everywhere, like the wind and rain coming.

"Protect your majesty!"

Around, a large number of armored holy light warriors, armed with weapons, rushed frantically, drank high in their mouths, and countless holy light sword Qi ran everywhere, shooting at Wang Xu.

Wang Xu stood motionless. In his outstretched right palm, he saw a golden light whirling. All the holy light sword Qi that came from him could not even lean on his body, and then he lost his momentum. With a scream, all the warriors were shot to the ground with golden sword light, and the blood flowed into a river.

"What else do you want to wait for? The angel's heart hidden in you can't hide from my divinity. " Wang Xu calmly said that he stepped out step by step and looked down at the Pope.

On the ground, with the pope as the center, the blood of those dead warriors gathered into a huge bloody Pentagram array like life, and the powerful power of space is fluctuating.

"I can't believe the power in you..." the Pope sighed, and his Scepter suddenly emptied in front of him

"Under the seat of the Lord of light, the 36th angel, the projection of the lower world is divided into coordinates, calling all the fighting angels in the heaven to come!"

Next second.

From the top of the scepter in the hands of the Pope, a milky holy light rushed up into the sky and opened the door of the aurora above the aurora borealis.

In the brilliant Aurora, which fluctuates like water, they cast down one after another. In those holy lights, an angel spread his wings and opened his eyes. His eyes were full of killing and cold.

One, ten, hundred... Thousands of holy lights cast, and a huge army of fighting angels has emerged in the void above the aurora borealis.

The Pope's body disintegrated into large white spots and disappeared.

"In the name of the Lord of light, I give you a spear to destroy!"

In the same second, in the front of the angel army, a Fighting Angel opens his eyes and stares at Wang Xu coldly.

"Holy light

A Fighting Angel flies out, kneels on one knee in the void, bows his head and prays devoutly.

In a flash, he saw a lightsaber in his empty right hand. The blade extended from the hilt inch by inch. Finally, with a clank, it brought forth the blazing flame of holy white and evolved a pure white sword light. It fell from the sky and killed Wang Xu.

"Holy light

In the same second, hundreds of fighting angels fell on one knee, holy white flame, ruling lightsaber, white winged angels all over the sky.

With a cold hum, Wang Xu's figure changed into a streamer. When he was in the air, he cut out with one sword. Hundreds of sword Qi broke out and attacked the fighting angel.

Boom, boom!!

Hundreds of fighting angels were smashed by Wang Xu's sword, but the next second, most of them were instantly shaped in the white light, and a burning judgment lightsaber had stabbed him in front of him.

As soon as Wang Xu's face changed, the sword of humanity cut out with backhand. This time, it was stronger than the previous sword. Dozens of angels were chopped and exploded, but after the remaining heavy polymer, the strength of these angels seems to have doubled.

Wang Xu felt something was wrong.

It seems that if none of these angels is killed by him, the remaining individuals will be stronger, and their power seems to be united.

"The mole ant of the lower world, although you have the favor of the will of the world, but the mole ant is the mole ant after all, ready to accept the punishment of the God of the upper world! When your blood dries and your soul burns out, it's time for you to be redeemed! " The fighting angel, who began to speak, cheered coldly again.

Will the world favor you?

This Birdman is talking about humanity, right?

Wang Xu's face was indifferent, and he could not see any emotion fluctuation. He just grasped the sword of humanity with his right hand, and the power of humanity poured into his body.

"Any struggle is useless. Fighting angels are killing machines specialized in fighting. They have no soul and will never die. Now, even the original will of the world wakes up and can't save you." This angel cold way, he slowly stretched out his hand, five fingers empty, immediately behind a large number of fighting angels incite wings, to join the battlefield.

For a moment, on the aurora borealis, there was a figure holding a golden sword, seven in and seven out, killing countless people.

But the more he killed, the more ugly Wang Xu's face became. The number of fighting angels in front of him seemed to be less and less. There were only less than 30 left, but each of them was more than 20 times higher than at the beginning.

The number of remaining fighting angels is less, but his situation seems more dangerous.

"Holy light

Thirty fighting angels sang in unison. A huge dazzling light burst out, from which Wang Xu rushed out and chopped up the nearest Fighting Angel with one sword.

Twenty nine!

The overall strength increases by one third!

"Shit

Even Wang Xu can't help but scold that these fighting angels are really very difficult special killing machines.

However, it was difficult to deal with, which was far from dangerous. He chopped another one with a sword.

The sword is shining. In the twinkling of an eye, the last Fighting Angel is left in the field.

Wang Xu killed it with three swords. Then he suddenly looked up and saw the white light of thousands of fighting angels he had killed, like flowing water, rushing towards the speaking angel in the sky.

The white light converges into a torrent, and the powerful power fluctuates in the air, even forming an illusion. The sky is full of rain and the sound of harp, and countless two inch angels fly out of the white light, with a pure smile, or dancing or dancing.

WOW!

Twelve white wings, open one by one behind the angel, stir up slowly.

Wang Xu looked up at him. In his eyes, there were no illusions in the sky. There were only waves of white power particles.

"Do you feel hopeless? All the fighting angels you killed just now are just the projection of my power evolution. " The angel looked down at Wang Xu, his mouth rising and his voice pondering.

"What rank of angel are you?" Wang Xu's eyes are flat.

"I don't have a rank. I'm just the 36th seat angel of the Lord of light. Surrender and bathe in the light. The Lord can redeem you!"

"Redemption?"

Wang Xu sneered and said, "I can redeem you now!"

With that, he flew up like a meteor.