In the sky, Anthony was already in battle with the God of Light and his Seraphim.

What worries the Bright Sect is that the transformed "Anthonys" are definitely not good-looking, and it can be seen from their sparkling fight with Seraphim that they all have strong combat effectiveness.

It's just that they are a little relieved that the "Anthonys" are slightly inferior in strength, speed and flexibility compared to their real bodies.

The eight Seraphim naturally have rich combat experience and cooperate with each other very tacitly. But Anthony's eight doppelgangers are connected in one vein, have the same heart, and tacit cooperation is even better. As soon as the two sides were on the same page, the seraphim, who was caught off guard, was hit on the head by the opponent's fierce and ferocious attack, and was tired of coping with it, and gradually fell behind.

The eight Seraphim have no time to take care of anything else, and Anthony can finally face the God of Light!

Anthony clearly knew that although there was only one person on the other side, although this was just a projection of the God of Light, in terms of strength, it was difficult to deal with, and I was afraid that it would be far more than eight angels joining forces.

But he is full of pride and is not afraid!

Airplanes~

The Chaos Flying Sword trembled slightly, buzzing, as if it had a spirit, knowing that the enemy it was about to face was extraordinary, arousing boundless battle intent and eager to try.

Suddenly, the flying sword hovering in front of Anthony vanished. Silently, not even a speck of dust was stirred. But it is faster than lightning, piercing the god of light in the distance.

The face of the god of light was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Anthony opposite, as if he was on guard, but also as if he didn't care.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword had already struck in front of him. is about to sprint violently and set off boundless killing opportunities.

Suddenly, the momentum of the Chaos Flying Sword flickered, and it appeared behind him from the front of the God of Light very abruptly. The position changed, but the strong momentum accumulated by the long-range rush did not diminish at all, and it still carried a cold sharp energy, and pierced into the heart of the God of Light.

Without the master's control, the Chaos Flying Sword can actually perform Anthony's flickering skills alone!

Anthony had never used this ability in previous battles. But it has been kept until now, and the first move in the formal face of the God of Light was used very suddenly but very naturally.

How will the God of Light deal with Anthony's scheming and calculating killer moves? Can you withstand it?

To Anthony's surprise, the God of Light didn't have any response!

He didn't seem to see the crisis in front of him, or he saw it, but he couldn't react.

Anyway, he just stood quietly in the air anyway, his eyes just looking at Anthony in the distance, not moving.

When Anthony saw this, his heart sank.

With the strength of the God of Light, this sudden move could only make him scramble for a while at best. If you can't react at all, it's impossible.

This illustrates only one scenario......

Sure enough, the Chaos Flying Sword rushed half a foot behind him, as if encountering inexplicable resistance, and it was difficult to move forward half a step further.

The God of Light didn't look back, and waved his backhand back casually.

Anthony snorted, one hand stroking his chest, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

But it was the Chaos Flying Sword that was slapped out, and Anthony, as the owner of the magic weapon, was also hurt.

"You're no match for me." The God of Light looked at him and shook his head, his tone flat.

Anthony pursed his lips with a resolute and stubborn expression.

He didn't say a word, his hands folded in front of him, and his ten fingers changed various mudra techniques like butterflies through flowers.

A tornado appeared out of thin air, whistling towards the God of Light.

High in the air, two huge meteorites smashed towards the head of the God of Light with amazing might.

Behind the majestic man, a short, ghostly spear lurked quietly, like the most cautious viper, with a faint glow, silently approaching the past.

Finally, a colorful cloud that arrived at an unknown time also suddenly descended a thunderbolt, instantly slashing down on the top of the God of Light's head.

In a very short period of time, Anthony unleashed four powerful attacks at the same time. Moreover, under his calm analysis and calculation, although the speed of various killing moves varied, they all finally formed an all-round attack on the God of Light at the same time.

And that's not all there is to Anthony's blow.

The Chaos Flying Sword, which had just returned in vain, quietly followed behind the dragon scroll, waiting for the opportunity to move.

Its blade became shorter and thinner, thinner and sharper. In front of it, it was as if nothing could stand in the way.

The Tornado and the others all hit the target, and it can be said that all of them missed.

The God of Light still didn't make any moves, whether it was a hurricane or a boulder, a short spear or a thunderbolt, although the explosion hit loudly, and for a while, the sky was full of smoke and earth. But all of this was not within half a foot of him.

The dignified middle-aged man's face was calm, and he didn't feel the slightest bit proud that all of Anthony's attacks were ineffective.

Just like a person who wants to speak, and then opens his mouth to speak, it is ordinary and natural, not worth the surprise, nor is it a surprise.

"Huh~" The God of Light suddenly raised his eyebrows, and for the first time there was a slight surprise on his face.

I saw him slowly stretch out his right hand, raise it to the height of his chest, and gently clinch his middle and index fingers.

He moves slowly, limply. But at some point, the Chaos Flying Sword that broke through the defense and rushed to his heart was like a butterfly sent to his door, falling between his two fingers, and he could no longer move for half a minute.

Anthony's face really changed this time.

The God of Light looked at the Chaos Flying Sword between his fingers with interest, and then looked at Anthony on the other side, his face showing appreciation.

"With such strength at a young age, you are worthy of the name of genius. What's even more commendable is that you always have a cool head, plan and calculate, and look for the most advantageous and most effective way to fight. ”

He spoke slowly, with an expression of appreciation and regret on his face.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were able to break my force field defense in the first hit, right? But you deliberately showed weakness and hid the real killing moves, so that I took it lightly and carelessly underestimated the enemy. Then, under the blinding method formed by a bunch of dense attacks, it was suddenly released. Tut-tut, scheming, calculating. It's a pity......"

He suddenly let go of his right hand, flexed his middle finger slightly, rested it on his thumb, and flicked it hard.

For!

The Chaos Flying Sword let out a mournful roar and ejected.

Anthony in the distance was hit hard, and with a whoop, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

An alarm suddenly arose in his heart, and his body barely moved to the left.

A small black shadow struck him head-on, hit him on the right shoulder, and then burst out of his body, flying far away.

But the huge force still carried Anthony back for more than ten meters before he finally stopped.

The God of Light just snapped his fingers casually, but he flew Chaos and injured Anthony with him.

This time, Anthony was really injured, not a little false, nor his calculations.

As soon as his mind flickered, the eight doppelgangers immediately left their opponents behind and fell into him.

The Pope and the others were not mistaken, the doppelgangers were inferior to the deity in terms of strength, speed, etc. At the beginning, he used the perfect cooperation of the same heart to catch the Seraphim off guard and gain the upper hand. But when the opponent got used to it, the situation was slowly reversed. If you continue to fight, sooner or later you will be defeated.

"You're right, in terms of true strength, I'm not your opponent."

Anthony's face was still sinking like water just now, but at this moment he pressed the wound on his shoulder, but he was calm and indifferent.

"Oh? What if it's outside of real strength? ”

The God of Light is very responsive, and his brain is not slow. From Anthony's seemingly admitting defeat, I heard another layer of meaning hidden by the young man.

"Who killed the deer, it is not yet known!"

Anthony took out a few pills, threw them into his mouth without looking at them, and then shouted:

"Divine magic, please!"