"Oh my God, I can actually see Erlang God and Sun Wukong fighting with my own eyes!"

"Two flowers, two flowers. ”

"This terrier is too old......"

"That's not right, the Erlang God Phantom summoned by Song Wei can still be understood, where did the Monkey King of Hyacinth come from?

The battle between the two is in full swing, but the audience below is confused.

These two phantoms, although they are inseparable from each other, are indistinguishable from each other, and their appearance characteristics are very similar, but in fact they are fundamentally different.

The Flying Sage summoned by Hyacinth is actually obtained by setting the grid under her feet, which is in a sense the power of the land itself, and she is just using it.

And the Erlang God summoned by Song Wei is his secret card ability, which is no different from the previous sword, but the form is different, one is a lifeless weapon, and the other is a legendary god.

Looking at the situation that had not been fought for a long time, Song Wei's eyes flashed with surprise, it seems that the other party's strength is indeed extraordinary, not comparable to ordinary mediocre people.

But he was also experienced after all, and with a wave of his hand, behind him, a divine golden light slowly appeared.

That piece of golden light, although shining, is not dazzling, but if people look at it directly, they will feel a warm feeling.

"What's that?"

"It's so sacred!"

In a trance, everyone present really saw the true appearance of the golden light.

Song Wei, who came out of the bath, was wrapped in a white thing all over his body, like a silkworm cocoon, which made people wonder, and he didn't know what he was doing.

"Huh?"

Hyacinth frowned, the Great Sage and the Little Sage hadn't decided the winner yet, and the other party seemed to be impatient.

Three pairs of angel-like wings stretched out behind him, flapping leisurely.

"it!" Lin Xiangnan was shocked again, "Can it still be like this?"

Not only him, but even Thirteen and Chunjiang looked at the audience in disbelief, Song Wei's understanding of the secret card seemed to be a little too perverted.

"Feng Shui Bomb!"

A dark black ball condensed in Hyacinth's hand and attacked in a straight line towards Song Wei's position.

"It's useless. Song Wei said calmly.

When the black feng shui bomb was about to hit him, Song Wei just lightly flapped the wings behind him, and in one breath, he actually soared directly into the air.

At this moment, he really came into the world like an angel.

It was another two identical feng shui bombs that swooped forward, and they were about to hit Song Wei in mid-air.

However, just a pair of wings easily protected him.

"You know how many people have coveted my secret cards, and their final fate, without exception, has become my men's defeats. ”

The silent flapping of wings.

Hyacinth didn't speak, still looking at him calmly.

"As long as I have enough mental strength, I can be invincible. He said proudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his white wings suddenly burst into light.

"As long as I think, let alone conjure up the illusion of God, it is not difficult to even make me a real god. ”

"You want to be a god?" Hyacinth said disdainfully.

"I am not God, I am God here, in the present!"

Halfway through, three pairs of wings bent like bowstrings, and under the fanning of the six wings, he turned into a meteor that fell from the sky and headed straight for Hyacinth.

“!？”

At this moment, even if he changed to thirteen, he was not sure that he could dodge this blow, with the blessing of three pairs of wings, Song Wei's speed could be described as galloping.

A ray of light condensed in his hand, and as it flew, the light gradually deformed and twisted, turning into a divine sword of an ancient style, attacking Hyacinth.

"It's over!"

Not only the audience, but even Thirteen closed his eyes in despair, not daring to look directly at the next scene.

Ordinary people, let alone taking or dodging this blow, it is already a very remarkable thing that Song Wei can continue to maintain his fighting spirit in the face of Song Wei, who has angel wings.

It's just that they are too light on the enemy, no one thought that Song Wei would have such terrifying strength before the war.

The greatsword slashed through, leaving behind only a terrifying ravine and flying strifs.

Ahem.

The smoke fell, and Hyacinth, who was spitting blood from his mouth, stood up.

"Why? Why does she still have such a nasty expression!"

Song Wei roared in his heart.

Hyacinth, who barely dodged the blow, did not show a frightened or fearful gaze as he imagined, but still had a pair of eyes as flat as still water, staring straight at him, as if he could see through every cell in his body.

This look faintly made Song Wei a little afraid.

Rumble~

Yang Jian, who was originally in a group with the Flying Great Sage, suddenly danced a three-pointed two-edged sword, and the sword aura was like a collapsed tower, almost slashing his master.

Song Wei didn't care, it was just a small accident.

"Here we go!" Thirteen, who was originally desperate, suddenly bounced up from his chair, and his eyes shot a fine light, as if he had discovered something amazing.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xiangnan couldn't help asking.

"What do you think of the situation on the field?" Thirteen asked Lin Xiangnan rhetorically.

"Senior sister is going to lose, it's all up to you!" Lin Xiangnan snatched the cigarette from the corner of Thirteen's mouth and inserted it in his mouth, and said indignantly.

"Don't worry. Thirteen laughed mysteriously, "This duel is only now the real beginning. ”

Hyacinth spat out a mouthful of blood, his hands kept turning, two, four, after a few breaths, the black feng shui bomb poured down like raindrops, leaving no gaps to dodge at all.

"Dying throes. Song Wei said indifferently.

With a slight exertion of the muscles in his shoulders, six white wings rolled up, blowing a six-pillar tornado beside him.

The two fought fiercely.

Another battle group, because it needed to condense the wings behind it for a long time, as well as to prevent excessive consumption of mental power and distraction, Song Wei had no choice but to give up the conjured Erlang God and concentrate on dealing with Hyacinth.

Hyacinth's feng shui bomb hits the tornado, creating a visible impact that shrinks in size by one point with each impact.

But the six-pillar tornado is like six sharp swords, and after the violent sweep, the feng shui bombs will be shattered one by one, and no one will be spared.

Bang~

A feng shui bomb smashed into the wall behind Song Wei, and something unexpected happened, the black air mass bounced straight onto Song Wei's back like a bouncy ball.

Yes?

Song Wei was startled, caught off guard, the feathers behind him were knocked down a lot, falling from the air like snow, under the strong impact, he could only flap his wings and slowly fall to the ground.

Boom~

The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed.

"What luck?" Lin Xiangnan said in surprise, "This guy is too unlucky!"

The collapsed ground collapsed again without warning, and Song Wei was buried alive under the cave.

The Great Sage's figure gradually became transparent, and the earth qi in the arena under his feet was gradually consumed, and the Flying Great Sage also turned into a wisp of earthy yellow air mass and disappeared into the air.

"What's going on?"

"Why did it collapse suddenly?"

Everyone was talking, and it seemed that Song Wei's luck was extremely bad in an instant, and the situation that was originally advantageous became sharp and confusing.

Ho ho ho ~

Under the collapsed ground, an arm suddenly stretched out, and Song Wei actually crawled out of the collapse with his tenacious will.

Well?

Song Wei, who had just breathed fresh air, could not wait to congratulate himself on his escape, when a feng shui bomb flew out of nowhere and smashed firmly into his abdomen.

Burst~

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Whew~

Song Wei had blood at the corner of his mouth, his face was gray, and it took a long time to stand up tremblingly, his originally ruddy cheeks became pale, his left hand hung down to his side, and when he just fell to the ground, a stone actually smashed his arm.

Hyacinth squinted his eyes slightly, stretched out his right hand to cover half of his face, and his originally white palm was wearing a colorful glove at some point.

On the surface of the glove, there is a slight flow of seven-colored light, gently caressed, I don't know what material it is, thin as paper, cold and soft, non-leather and non-silk.

"This is one of my sister's killer features, the Luck Gauntlet. Thirteen said proudly.

"Could it be that Song Wei suddenly became so unlucky, just because of this glove?" a hint of surprise flashed on Lin Xiangnan's face.