Chapter 470

As if water waves were moving in the space, a little silver light suddenly came out of it. In an instant, the soft silver light spread all over the starry sky.

A little silver light gradually converges into a firm bow on the ripples of space. Then, the ship's side, hull, stern, and even the whole spacecraft shuttle out of the space ripples.

"Divine wing!" no one who is a native of the divine realm does not know the appearance of this spaceship.

The first flagship of the temple, the exclusive car of the Lord, the patron god of the divine domain, and the sacred wing! It represents not only the honor of the temple, but also the hope of the divine domain! It is the belief that everyone will win!

The netherworld and the divine wing, the two flagship ships, have never met. Today is their first meeting and will be their last.

Because today, a flagship will crash under the starry sky.

The God who dashed on the road held up his huge sword. I saw a little silver light on the giant sword. They were very surprised and did not understand the significance of God's move.

The next second, God told them with action.

The sacred wing that just flew out of the ripples of space suddenly broke in two. Under everyone's gaze, the broken sacred wings began to deform.

The Youming, which is recovering the black hole, seems to be aware of the unusual changes behind it.

As an old enemy, the Youming seems to have more insight into the changes of the sacred wing than the people in the temple. Without hesitation, the nether immediately sniped at the sacred wing.

Unfortunately, they are also their strongest flagship. We don't know how to win or lose each other, but the nether can't break the shield of the sacred wing.

In the skyrocketing gunfire, the sacred wing has quietly completed the transformation.

Such a huge flagship turned into a pair of hanging wings. Yes, it is indeed wings, and it is a pair of steel wings!

At this moment, everyone has a clear understanding. It turns out that this is the real "sacred wing"!

A pair of sacred wings suspended in the lonely and lively starry sky, just stopped on the way of God. The figure of God just stopped in the middle of the fat eating room composed of divine wings.

The wings hanging from the sky seem to be tailor-made for God!

The little giant spirit, driving the clouds hanging from the sky, rushed to the Youming. The ultimate duel took place in full view of the public.

Under the control of the Lord, the sacred wing suddenly moved forward, and the sacred feathers on both sides washed on the Youming, making your ghost fire all over the sky and drifting away endlessly.

It was like a flying fireball, which was suddenly whipped and turned into water spray all over the sky.

When the wings spread again, the nether stood intact in front of God.

Woo! Woo!

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound in the nether horn. The harsh sound goes deep into the ear and directly carries out dimension reduction attack from the aspect of God and soul. The spread of divine consciousness does not need media.

Under the impact of the buzzing sound, God also had a faint sound. But after all, he is God, not someone else! In less than a moment, God regained his consciousness.

The divine wing is as easy as an arm and a finger on the Lord. The sacred wing is like the wing of God.

The God, who is as flexible as a giant eagle, urges the sacred wing to beat to the nether. Under the attack of the divine wing, the nether was like a ball, which could only be ravaged wantonly.

But it's also strange that no matter how hard God tries, he can't break the defense of the nether. The interior of the netherworld seemed completely indifferent. There was no response except the first wave of interception.

You fight, you fight, I shrink, I shrink. No matter how ruthlessly the divine wing beats, the Youming is still standing. God has tried his best, but he can't move.

The two flagship ships are equal, so naturally they can't help each other.

But the hidden intention of the nether was not noticed by God.

Lu Xing, who was excited to get up, suddenly realized that something was wrong. The rhythm of God's operation of the divine wing is getting slower and slower; The strength of each beat is getting weaker and weaker.

How could it be possible for human beings to urge the vast and boundless flagship with a trivial body? No wonder no one has ever seen God make this move, because it is indeed a last resort.

Lu Xing said, "commander Bi, support immediately! God is afraid it won't last long."

Bi Chunsheng shook his head and said, "can't I see? But the sacred wings have no choice but to take the Youming number. What good can it do if we go up? It's just death for nothing."

That's true. Not to mention the nether, no matter which flagship of the shadow legion, they have never broken their defense.

Suddenly, Bi Chunsheng looked at Lu Xing and said, "yes! There is still a glimmer of life! Others can't, but you can do it!"

"Me?" Lu Xing was confused for a moment, then woke up and realized, "yes! I may be able to do it!"

Whether death or ghost general, they are just paper tigers under the bright light of the sword of judgment. In front of you Ming, although I don't know its specific situation, I can have a fight!

There is still a glimmer of life; If you don't fight, you have to wait for death!

"All the great spirits and gods gather!" Lu Xing shouted, "target, Youming! Are you afraid?"

"Afraid of a hammer!" more than 200 remaining giant spirits drove and laughed. It is the greatest honor of their life to fight side by side with God.

Lu Xing nodded and said, "then, let's go!"

More than 200 giant spirits emerged from different warships, and then they were arranged in the front of the warship group. Bi Chunsheng also sat in the "Qi Shan", keeping pace with Lu Xing and charging ahead.

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In the vast starry sky, there are only more than 200 giant gods, which are insignificant, not even ants. But the momentum they emit is like a star blooming in the night, which can not be ignored by anyone.

The God, who was struggling with the nether world, suddenly frowned and shouted, "get away!"

Bi Chunsheng replied, "God, let's help you!"

The Lord repeated, "go away! Go as far away as possible at once!"

"God, we..." Bi Chunsheng was trying to persuade them. Suddenly, a gray fog floated in front of them from an inexplicable place.

One careless, more than two hundred giant spirits and gods were all reduced to death.

"Hateful!" the God scolded and hurriedly encouraged the sacred wing to flash past the side of the nether horn. The wings set off a hurricane in the starry sky and suddenly dispersed the dead breath.

The people who survived the disaster shouted, "what a risk! Where did the death come from?" indeed, the death came too suddenly.

However, in addition to death, the nether had no other measures.

God repeated, "go away! This is not the battlefield you should come to!"