Chapter 903： Flying sword breaks the great bright heaven (5)

Under the light and shadow of the sky, the flying sword formed by the blood dragon armor of Xuanming, like a crimson waterfall, stabs towards countless angels in the surrounding bright heaven.

Under the increasing pressure, the black arrogance of Wang Feng's whole body was looming, seeming to be extinguished at any time.

The mental power has been urged to the extreme, causing the pitch black light to cover the entire pupil of Wang Feng.

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

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

The power of the seven bloodmarks radiated dazzling light under the roar of the dark angel martial soul.

From a distance, Wang Feng seemed to have seven long rivers of blood flowing.

But now Wang Feng is shrouded by this phantom Great Bright Church, and there is no idea what happened outside.

In addition to Qian Daoliu.

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

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

The last phantom can be summoned by the angel holy sword to frighten the enemy.

‘Dark Angel Martial Soul...’

Qian Daoliu's eyes flashed with strange light.

As the servant of angel gods, he puts the first place in his heart, naturally the position of god.

The granddaughter has the qualifications to inherit the throne. Then it was his life's desire to let Qian Renxue achieve the status of God.

For this wish, Qian Daoliu did not hesitate to sweep away everything 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 was quite relieved.

But it doesn't work anymore.

He used this trick at this moment, intending to use the spirit of the angel **** to probe into the reality of this kid Wang Feng.

What the **** is that dark angel martial soul?

Is it good or bad for Xiaoxue?

Qian Daoliu had already made this plan when he saw Wang Feng was still alive.

A weak spirit of the angel **** is force majeure to mortals.

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

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

I saw that bright heaven.

Countless red-blue flying swords swept through all the angelic shadows like a long river of sunset.

In an instant, those angel phantoms condensed by the power of faith were pierced into countless holes, instantly turned into countless lights and shadows and disappeared in the heaven phantom.

‘What the **** is this kid’s soul bone! ’

Qian Daoliu felt horrified in his heart.

It's not that he has never seen the flying sword, it was once the standard equipment of the white pope.

It was originally jet black.

When I was on Poseidon Island, it turned blue.

Now it has become a red-blue color again, and the increase in power is too exaggerated.

Those angel phantoms are not simple. They are the descendants of angels under the seat of angel gods. They are the powerful men who have the spirit of seraphs in the past. The thoughts gathered after death are gathered in the angel hall of the elder hall.

Qian Daoliu took this as an opportunity and combined with the **** bestowed spirit ring to create this powerful spirit ability.

Every angel phantom is an extremely powerful existence, and their voices can easily pierce the judged sinner in the bright heaven. Represents the power of divine light for judgment.

Even if a demigod powerhouse who is stronger than Qian Daoliu, whose mental power exceeds his existence, it is difficult to escape.

Let alone attack!

Or in this instant, with so many Chiqing Longswords, to what extent has this kid's mental power reached?

In an instant.

All angel phantoms turned into dust.

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

Wang Feng rarely stabbed the Xuanming blood dragon into such flying swords. Because the more separation, the greater the consumption of mental power.

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 a waterfall, rush towards the top, and finally converge into a Chiqing Great Sword several meters long!

At this point, the phantom of the angel **** held the angel holy sword and suddenly cut it down.

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

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

The density has reached a limit.

Boom!

When the two collided, the angel holy sword in the shadow of the ghost shook violently, and the holy sword burst out a fierce golden flame, cutting open the scarlet flying sword.

Shocked into countless Xuanming blood dragon thorns.

Wang Feng's spirit was shocked, and the golden flame of the holy sword was covered with a layer of spiritual power that had purified it.

My heart sank slightly.

The dark angel Wuhun in the sea of ​​knowledge roared again.

Under this boundless pressure, Wang Feng's seven blood lines were hot and hot, as if he was about to melt.

The dark angel martial soul was restricted and could not be used. But at this moment, Wang Feng felt the seven blood patterns, under the pressure of the **** phantom that day, burning crazily, and explosive power came from the blood patterns.

Wang Feng raised his head and looked at the phantom cut by the sword, his jet black eyes exuding the ultimate darkness.

The phantom looked at Wang Feng's pupils, as if through Wang Feng's eyes, he saw the dark angel Martial Soul in the sea of ​​knowledge.

There was such a moment of hesitation.

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

On the huge fist is the end of the blood pattern, which is condensed with a dark arrogance as if it were substantial. A fist hit the angel holy sword.

"Humph."

In the next instant ~www.novelhall.com~ the phantom suddenly retracted the holy sword and made a loud sound, and also stretched out his arm to form a fist. The fist was burning with golden flames and directly hit Wang Feng's punch. Right boom!

Boom~!

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

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the phantom, the huge body was shaken back a few minutes, and a ray of light flashed through his eyes in the white clouds and mist, staring at Wang Feng's figure, the figure gradually fainting.

at the same time.

At the moment of a punch against the ghost ghost of the day, endless flames burst into the sky.

Wang Feng felt unstoppable with a torrent of great power, and the whole person flew upside down from midair! !

The most weird thing is that at the moment of the collision, the golden flame on the fist of the phantom immediately attached to Wang Feng's body, and instantly covered his body's black arrogance that was burning because of the bloodline power.

Very weird.