Chapter 742

Vitoria's shield turns red at the speed visible to the naked eye and looks like it's about to melt!

If it hadn't been for the dwarf gloat who had used some of his own hidden titan alloy to forge the shield, I'm afraid it would have melted.

The angel who fell suddenly from the legendary realm has not fully adapted to his changes. The beam of death shot from his eyes went out suddenly after less than three seconds.

Without saying a word, the woman warrior threw the shield that had become hot on the ground, took down the gun she carried from her back, and completed the process of charging and filling between the electric light and flint.

The whole process is flowing. When the angel is in a daze, Li Yanlong behind the female warrior helps Vitoria light the fire rope, and winks at the angel with a smile.

Li Yanlong patted the broad shoulder of the female warrior, then covered her ears and stepped back. Vitoria raised the muzzle of the gun. The next second, the power of mortals came out of the hall in the roar!

"Boom!"

The overloaded guns made a deafening noise, and the black shells tore the air like lightning and flew towards the angels.

Knight errant Ji WanBing is an extraordinary person, although the level is not high, but in the basic attributes and archery skills is a qualified Ranger.

His best shot can reach the initial speed of 130 meters per second, and then the speed will gradually decrease according to the type of arrow.

Previous Mantis like a chariot attack has proved that this speed of long-range projectiles have no threat to enemies of the level of angels.

If prepared in advance, the highly focused hunter can block his arrows with his sword grid.

This is the limitation of human power. Even the transcendental can only accept it before stepping out of that step into the realm of Demi human and semi God.

But the gun is different. A pirate cast gun is completely antique for players. After being manually adjusted by Carpenter, it can easily shoot a projectile much heavier than an arrow at a speed of 260 meters per second.

The samurai never according to carpenter said the safe dosage, to fill their new toys, 1.5 to twice the amount of overfilling is completely normal operation.

This time, knowing that she was facing a strong enemy, Vitoria was even more ruthless and filled four times the propellant at one breath.

At the moment when the shell flew out of the muzzle, the second half of the gun in the female warrior's hand directly burst, and the blown fragments almost penetrated Li Yanlong's shield.

And Vitoria herself was bombed and mutilated an arm. Her white broken bone directly pierced her skin. The armor near her waist and abdomen was twisted and deformed, and blood flowed across her.

What's more, the shock caused by the explosion made the female Samurai lose consciousness on the spot.

Holy Spirit No. 17 has not been to the material world for more than 200 years. The Church of the Lord of dawn has been booming. No one dares to brush the beard. Besides chaos, there are few other enemies who dare to challenge.

The last time he came, when his name was Raphael Michelangelo, he was summoned by a despairing priest, a small town polluted by chaos, and the young priest prayed to him to save all the lives worth saving.

For three days and three nights, the angels fought against the evil spirits of chaos over the chapel, until the soul of the young priest burned out, and there was no chance for them to enter the kingdom of God, nor did they wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Out of respect for the martyrs, even if there is no energy supply, the angel also consumes his original strength to force himself to stay in the main material world, hoping to give the refugees in the church a chance to survive.

However, the last thing waiting for the angel is the chaotic devil who strides over from the other side of the gate. The angel's final memory of that event is a fast and invisible shadow, followed by deafening explosions.

The cannonball, let the Holy Spirit 17 recalled his rare failure, he decided to take it very seriously.

Xu Yichen has been staring at the angel, but he still can't see when the Birdman in the sky pulled out his sword.

The demon hunter who started the "red time" in time can finally see the angel's action. The other side's only wing gently stirs up the air, so that he can avoid the only way of the trajectory. Then he waves his sword with both hands and strokes the shell as it passes by.

In the process of flying, the shell is in two parts, each of which is flying in its own direction.

Such a scene makes Xu Yichen feel cold in his heart.

When your dynamic vision can't keep up with the enemy's movements, how should the battle be fought?

A few months ago, Xu Yichen himself also relied on the "red time" that he had just got. Now, Feng Shui turns around.

"Others withdraw, jiwanbing, you stay with me..." the demon hunter only had time to say a word, and saw the angel turn around and fly over in the blink of an eye.

Between the electric light and flint, Xu Yichen pokes out the "elegant tearing man" in the direction of the angel flying, which is the only weapon he can give hope.At this speed, the swindler doesn't even have time to charge.

But the angel had a two meter five long sword in his hand, and before that, he hit the demon hunter first.

When you can fly, the length of weapon is no longer limited by your height. The profound meaning of inch by inch will bring unforgettable memories to your enemies.

Xu Yichen felt like someone had poked a hot iron into his abdominal cavity. He really had this experience.

The angel's weapon has always been shrouded in light, which makes people unable to see clearly its appearance. Until it pierced the body of the demon hunter, Xu Yichen finally determined that it was a solid weapon rather than a pure energy sword of light.

Because the hot metal cut off the bone he had just grown.

"Besides the stone of the world, I have a mission." The angel raised the heretic in front of him and watched him in vain to prevent his body from sliding down the sword of judgment.

Blood spilled down the angel's weapon on the ground, splashing a silver flame, but his voice was still cold, without any ups and downs, like a machine without emotion: "I come to punish your disrespect."

"Now do you ask the Lord of the morning for forgiveness?" The angel looked at the heretic in front of him. If he had been in the past, Raphael would have thought that the black eyes and hair color of each other were born evil.

Raphael must have found that the Heretics in his eyes did not scream out of pain or beg for mercy, but that the other side was sliding towards him, little by little, along the sword of judgment under the influence of gravity.

But the spirit of the seventeenth did not realize that he was only concerned about his task.

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