Golden flames,

Sky Fox Golden Flame,

In the midst of the golden flames, a phantom of an ancient sky fox suddenly condensed, grinning with teeth, and a pair of bloody eyes stared fiercely at the four-winged angel who slashed over.

The next moment, there was a fierce roar, and the golden flame demon body stepped hard in the void, and with the secret method of the demon clan's magical powers, it immediately transformed into a distorted golden flame, and roared towards the four-winged angel who rushed towards him.

A violent and vast momentum suddenly spreads out,

Feeling this awe-inspiring momentum, Yi Qing's eyes on the side also abruptly swept up with a touch of surprise, his eyes fell on the little fox with an excited face next to him, and his heart instantly became a little clear,

It seems that with the help of the Fox Jindan that day, the little fox's cultivation has risen a lot during this time.

With a smile on his face, at the same time, Yi Qing's heart was suddenly relieved,

Under the golden flame of the fox in this sky, Martin's attack can't help the little fox,

"Luo Chen, a quick decision."

In the next moment, Yi Qing's eyes immediately fell cold again, and his gaze moved away from the duel between the little fox and Martin, and immediately fell on the ascetic who was the leader,

A touch of tranquility slowly swung out of his eyes,

"Lord, heed the call of godliness and give light to war."

Feeling the undisguised killing intent of the few people in front of them, the remaining two ascetics immediately looked grim, their faces suddenly became grim, they quickly glanced at each other, and then chanted in unison, which immediately resounded in this St. John's chapel,

In an instant, a rich white light burst out of the two of them, converging together, and rising into the sky.

In this white light close to the substance, there were bursts of chanting, as if far and near, with a divine breath, as if descending from heaven, and with boundless solemnity,

In the deepest part of the white light, a small arched door can be faintly seen, emitting a deep breath,

"Hehe, fight to the death."

Seeing the momentum in front of him, a trace of solemnity slowly appeared in Yi Qing's eyes, but there was no change on his face, the clouds were light and breezy, and he smiled, as if he didn't care,

"An angel descends."

At this time, the expressions of the two ascetics were extremely solemn, and there was a clear sense of tiredness and exertion, as if all the bodies in the body were drained at this moment, and the tall bodies suddenly became old.

And just as Yi Qing's laughter fell, the two of them suddenly burst out with a loud shout,

In the midst of the cheers, I immediately saw the dazzling white light that shot directly at the bullfighting, as if it had been greatly attracted and swallowed, and in an instant, it was like a tide surging towards the arched round light gate condensed in mid-air.

Then, in the slightly shocked eyes of Yi Qing, Luo Chen and others, an incomparably condensed tall figure slowly paced out from this light gate,

This figure was covered with milky white armor, with a misty luster swirling, rippling like water waves, tall and tall, and extremely handsome,

Yi Qing's gaze instantly fell on the wide white wings behind this figure,

four-winged angel,

A powerful breath, with a faint sense of oppression, spread out in an instant,

The angel descends,

This is no longer the angelic phantom cast by those light believers in the past, but a war angel who truly communicates the heaven that the Light Church believes in, and comes from a different time and space.

"Ah, I feel the pious call of the faithful from heaven, and now, I smell the abomination of the heathen."

The four-winged angel was filled with holy light at his feet, and his wings drooped slightly, Shi Shiran stepped in mid-air, and his face was full of holiness, with a low voice to himself,

"Hmph, just a four-winged angel, pretending to be a ghost."

The mana in his body was running, and the pressure from the four-winged angel in front of him was immediately dispersed by Yi Qing.

Raising his eyes to look at the real heavenly four-winged angel in mid-air, Yi Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a touch of awe-inspiring aura, like a sharp sword light, suddenly swept out of it,

The next moment, in the surprised eyes of the Luo Chen brothers and sisters on the side, Yi Qing's hands suddenly raised,

On the palm of Yingran's hand, a burst of red and rich light immediately flashed at this moment,

Clusters of red flames that exuded a terrifying aura suddenly appeared between Yi Qing's palms.

And in the next moment, a large crimson bow condensed by the Sanyang True Fire suddenly appeared in Yi Qing's left hand in the disbelief eyes of the two ascetics opposite,

"Sanyang Zhenhuo, give it to me."

The half-squinted eyes suddenly opened at this moment, the anger was severe, and the eyes were cold, and with a heavy sound, a fiery red long arrow immediately rested on the longbow in his left hand with Yi Qing's thoughts,

Pinch the tail of the arrow, and the bow opens like a full moon,

On the entire longbow condensed by the true fire of Sanyang, the sound of the bowstring suddenly sounded,

The killing intent in Yi Qing's eyes burst into the red long arrow, and the arrow went like a meteor.

Carrying the terrifying true fire of the ancient mighty immortals, the entire long arrow instantly turned into a roaring red dragon, crossing the space between its teeth and claws, and the time that could not breathe had already come to the front of this four-winged angel.

"Bold, despicable infidels."

Feeling the terrifying power contained in this arrow, the four-winged angel in mid-air, a pair of eyes suddenly opened wide, and the two pairs of white wings that were originally slightly drooping opened all at once.

Two beams of holy light with anger burst out from the eyes of the four-winged angel, and fell straight towards Yi Qing on the ground.

"Coming the light of freedom, the judgment of light."

The power emitted by this arrow, even this four-winged angel from heaven, the depths of his pupils suddenly shrank, and a solemn look appeared uncontrollably on his handsome face,

The palms of his two hands instantly held the angel sword, and the holy light on his body surged,

The angel sword immediately glowed with a brilliant milky white light, and with a roar of the four-winged angel, it viciously slashed towards the oncoming red long arrow,

rumble

In mid-air, an earth-shattering loud bang immediately came from the next breath, followed by a continuous booming and banging.

The frenzied air currents and the bursting rubble all illustrate the terrifying power of this blow.

bang

As soon as the roar weakened, a dull sound suddenly came from the middle of the violent air current.

The people present were not ordinary people, their eyes instantly passed through the dust and debris, and they saw the scene in mid-air at this time, even Martin and Little Fox, who were in the midst of a fierce battle, couldn't help but pause for half a minute in the movements of their hands, and looked over,

"O my lord"

Seeing the scene clearly, the faces of the three ascetics suddenly became sad and silent, and they murmured, and a thick sense of disbelief flashed on their old faces, and a trace of decadence that could not be concealed,

"Immortals, this is the power of immortals."

The chaos dissipated, and the four-winged angel reappeared in front of everyone's eyes, but the four-winged angel at this time no longer had the elegance and sacredness when it first appeared.

On top of the white battle armor, it was scorched black, and even the two pairs of wings shrouded in holy light behind them were stained with pieces of scorched black at the edges, exuding a faint smell of paste.

The most visible thing about the power of Yi Qing's arrow is the angelic sword held in the hands of this four-winged angel at this time.

The slender and smooth angel battle sword, with the direct collision with the Sanyang True Fire, was directly burned by the domineering Sanyang True Fire, leaving only most of the twisted part,

It's just that at this time, the attention of this four-winged angel has no time to take care of his own situation, his eyes pass through the void, and he is firmly focused on Yi Qing's body.

finally transformed into an unforgettable deep killing intent,

"Heavenly Court Immortal Dongfang kills, kills, kills."

In just a few words, it is revealed that this four-winged angel's understanding of Huaxia Kyushu and the ancient heavenly court, more precisely, is a deep panic, fear, and hatred.

The face of the four-winged angel has been distorted,

Violence, disgust, that strong killing intent that can't be dissolved,

"Let me send you to heaven first."

For the news coming out of the mouth of the four-winged angel in front of him, Yi Qing was also slightly stunned in his heart, this guy had actually come into contact with the Ancient Heavenly Court that had disappeared for hundreds of years.

However, this stunned sneer, even if it dissipated and transferred, it was replaced by an undisguised sneer,

Heavenly Court and Heaven, as the two largest camps in the East and the West, naturally fought repeatedly in ancient times, it seems that this group of birdmen was afraid of Heavenly Court before, otherwise how could Heavenly Court be this expression,

In the sneer, Yi Qing's body had suddenly jumped to Yanzhou Ding not far away,

Buzz

It seemed to feel Yi Qing's breath, and the entire body of the tall Yanzhou Ding suddenly trembled, making a dull humming sound, a kind of euphoric emotion, clearly presented in Yi Qing's mind,

"I am a Huaxia god, how can outsiders control it."

With a cold sound, the next moment Yi Qing put his hands on the huge feet, and in his eyes, a touch of madness suddenly climbed out from the depths of his eyes.

"Shending Zhenshi, give it to me."

The dragon danced wildly on both arms, like an ancient beast, bringing up the power of the vast mountains,

For Yi Qing, Yanzhou Ding did not resist, the power fell, and the entire huge Yanzhou Ding immediately rose from the ground.

"Since you're here, let me stay."

As if a divine soldier descended from the sky, Yi Qing raised Yanzhou Ding, and his eyes fell on the four-winged angel with a distorted face in mid-air, and a more profound anger than the former shot out from Yi Qing's eyes.

In the next moment, the entire Yanzhou Ding, like a meteorite meteor, smashed through the air with Yi Qing's hard throw, and smashed into the four-winged angel in mid-air.

"Damn it"

The entire Yanzhou Ding, at this moment seems to have undergone a strange change, on the huge tripod body, there seems to be a kind of dusty power awakened, stimulated, the whole body glows with misty blue light,

A majestic momentum that was as heavy as a mountain and suppressed Kyushu suddenly erupted from Ding's body, rolling up a layer of turbulent air storms.