The momentum of the "White Wing Gong" rushing forward stopped strangely, and this pause just happened to let the golden thunder falling from the sky pass by him. With the accumulation of thousands of years of this king of dead apostles, even if this magic weapon of the Buddhist protector god has a certain restraint on him, as long as it is not a direct attack, it will not be affected much.

Dodging the direct blow of Indra's thunder, the white-clothed and white-winged, dust-free vampire raised his left hand and slapped off the oncoming shield with one palm, while stretching out his right hand and pressing it on the long handle of the scythe blade to prevent it from gaining an inch, and then swept the whip leg towards Shinji's chest.

When the snake hunting scythe in Shen Er's hand was pushed back without any force, "White Wing Gong" knew that this difficult magician had played a trick, but there was a considerable gap in experience and strength between the two, and he really didn't believe that Shinji, who had more attacks and less attacks, could put out a trap that brought him great damage, and the whip leg swept out without any stagnation.

Shinji let go of his scythe and raised his elbows to block the powerful whip legs.

Suddenly, with Oteng Luoxie as the center of the circle, Shinji was driven around a complete circle by this leg, and then the centrifugal flew out of the circle.

It seems that "White Wing Gong" has the upper hand, but when his feet hit the ground, Shinji, who quietly put on his feather shoes as early as when he was spinning in circles, went and returned.

The hands are folded, and in the palms, the Buddha's light flashes.

The "White Winged Gong", whose eyesight surpassed that of human beings by many times, suddenly felt that his eyes were stinging with this bright light, and he didn't dare to look directly.

Shinji, who was ready to shoot with both palms, was not in a hurry to make a palm. In the forward rush of the body, step by step, the dazzling scattered Buddha light gradually converged, just like the substance. Although all these changes are complicated, they are just a blink of an eye between Shen Er's advance and retreat.

"Bai Yigong" naturally lowered his arms, and his squinted eyes slowly opened, waiting for Shen Er's Buddhist secret transmission that should be three steps later.

At this point in the battle, this ancient dead apostle, who had survived for thousands of years, thought that most of him had seen through Shinji's details. The majestic golden light, the golden cone-shaped magic weapon, this is obviously the magic weapon of Buddhism in the three major religions, and the strong melee strength shown by this person confirms the judgment of "Bai Yigong".

As for the scythe and indestructible shield that inhibit the recovery of wounds, it should be the secret dress of the Barsermelo family, and this family that has been entangled with them for many years will always come up with something strange from time to time. Looking at the combat method of dodging the use of weapons with empty hands on the other side, it is estimated that he is only temporarily borrowed, so he has not integrated well into his own combat system.

As expected by "Bai Yigong", Shinji really let go of his closed hands after three steps, with his left palm in front and his right palm in the back, and double-clicked in a row. But he guessed a little wrong, Shinji's real trick is not in the hands that contain the power of a thousand jun, but the foreshadowing that has been planted in advance.

In the dark corner opposite the solemn Buddha's light, a pair of eyes quietly opened on the shield that fell to the ground, and the deep pupils were elongated into an oval, although the color was golden, but it exuded a strangeness that was incompatible with the Buddha's light.

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A gray color crept up the body of the "White Winged Male" from below, and even the King of the Dead Apostles was not spared by the petrified magic eye of a vampire species (not a vampire) from the Age of Mythology, which was older than the True Ancestor.

When the latter tried to move forward to meet the enemy, he suddenly found that he could not move his feet. When I looked down, I saw that the area below my knee had turned to stone at some point. It was this stunned that Shinji's palms had already come to him.

"White Wing Gong" is also brave, allowing Shinji's palms containing the power of breaking evil to be imprinted on his chest, and then two backhands smashed Shinji's lower abdomen, these two punches are heavier than the previous whip legs, and Shinji is forced to retreat farther.

And this is not the real purpose of "Bai Yigong", the huge force brought by Shen Er's palms and the reaction force brought by his two fists were all directed into his lower body. If his legs were intact, the force would have been channeled into the ground by the musculoskeletal muscles of his legs, but now that his calves had been petrified, there was only one result - the calves that had been turned to stone were shattered into pieces, along with the parts above the knees that were not affected by the Vision.

In the midst of the flying flesh and blood, the complexion of the "White Wing Gong" flapped his wings and returned to the sky, finally out of the influence of the Petrified Demon Eye.

Eroding by the Buddha's light and cutting off his legs, this was not only the worst injury he had suffered tonight, but also the heaviest injury he had received in a hundred years, and even with the tenacity and endurance of the King of Death, he couldn't help but let out a roar of pain.

On the other side, Shinji, who had his ribs broken by two punches, rolled up from the ground and tried to cover his mouth to prevent the blood gushing from flowing out of his throat. Vampires are connoisseurs of blood, and once they get their hands on their blood, they may use it as a trigger to cast curses or track them down.

Shinji would rather have his own injuries more severe than leave the vampire with something to exploit.

The "Grim Reaper" who endured the overturning of the river and the sea in his body, and the "Grim Reaper" hidden in the cloak looked up at the "angel" in mid-air. At this time, the "angel" had lost its pure white and holy posture, and a bewitching blood-colored mist was filled around his body, more and more, and more and more heavy.

A white bird skimmed overhead, plunged headlong into the blood mist without stopping, never to come out again, and the lost legs of the "White-winged Male" recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Shinji knew that he had lost the opportunity to continue to expand the results of the battle, and it might be the only time he had the opportunity to use the advantage of information asymmetry to severely damage Otten Roche.

Fortunately, the most basic goal has been achieved, and Shinji didn't feel much pity, rubbing his abdomen that kept protesting, and the tattered "Grim Reaper" put away the scattered treasures and staggered on.

At the same time, more and more white beasts continued to gather from afar to the place where the blood was, and their methods were no different from the white birds, all of them turning into the mist one by one, using their bodies to make up for the damage to the main body.

They are the demons that the "White Wing Gong" separated from the body, and they can naturally return to the main body and become the nourishment for the main body to recover.

Devouring more than a dozen demons in one face, the ancient King of Death finally reshaped his legs, and the belt of evil destroying power that invaded his body was dispelled long before his legs were restored.

Taking a deep breath and sucking the remaining blood mist into his mouth, "White Wing Gong" stared at the direction Shinji left, the vampire's iconic eyes becoming more and more bright red, as if there was countless blood filling the mouth.

"I can do such a thing, and I will praise you for being amazing. However, this is not enough. Do you think that if you recover the demons, I won't be able to find you? In your Buddhist words, you can't escape my Five Finger Mountain. ”

The white wings fluttered, and the pure white "angel" streaked across the night sky.

It was less than an hour before sunrise.