"Healing winds," shouted Archbishop Numat of Light. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The white energy emitted from the swipes of each Light Crusader, and the black qi on the bodies of those humans who vomited blood disappeared immediately, and the black spots on their swords also disappeared, re-emitting a dazzling golden-white light.

"Beam of Light", Numat pointed at the dragon's body, and a white band of light appeared around the dragon's body.

Before it could touch the dragon's body, the dragon had already scattered the band of light, and the scattered white points of light floated to the trees and became a huge flame.

"Fivefold", Numat pointed again, and five identical bands of light appeared around the dragon's body. The dragon's body seemed to be a little enraged, and with a roar, the surrounding bands of light were scattered again. Just this roar consumed nearly one-tenth of my soul energy in my soul sea, and I was a lot more relaxed in an instant.

"Tenfold" Numat's face was solemn and he pointed the same finger again, but this time there were fifty bands of light, and the speed was much faster than before, and it was wrapped around the dragon's body at once, and the scales that came into contact with the white light bands soon appeared on them, and the surging black power in the dragon's body overflowed out of the body, and the white light bands touched each other, making a crackling sound, and a small blank space appeared in the space of each sound, and the scales and some of the shriveled flesh in that place disappeared.

Although the light band completely dissipated in the end, it obviously consumed a considerable amount of black energy in the dragon's body, and countless soul power was continuously sent into the dragon's body through me, and then was swallowed by the black energy and transformed into itself, which was basically the same as the speed at which the spar was transmitted to me, so my soul has always been one-tenth vacant, which is the easiest time for me.

After devouring a large amount of soul power, the black energy actually became more active and powerful than before, Numat's face already had a lot of wrinkles, and after seeing this, the wrinkles on his forehead suddenly squeezed together.

His hair, which was almost gray, rose up without wind, and he slowly lifted his fingers, like a heavy stone hanging from his fingers.

He chanted, "Great Lord of Light, please send down the power to restrain this sin and evil that has been blasphemed against you, and let the power of light cleanse him of body and mind." The Hundred Beams of Light - The Death of the Fallen Angels. ”

The lich Rheuiston immediately wanted to stop him from chanting after hearing Numat's chanting, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a voice came from the side: "Disciple grandson, please ask His Majesty the Pope for advice." ”

Kempton had somehow come from Numat's side to Rigstone and stabbed him with the court sword in his hand. Martyrstone sighed unwillingly and whispered, "Gravity, chains, Mayflower."

Kempton's speed suddenly decreased beside Spiritstone's body, and countless chains radiated from around Strongstone's body, winding towards Kempton, countless vines on the ground grew rapidly, and countless red flowers bloomed around Strongstone's body, releasing a lot of pink gas.

As soon as the chain touched Kemp, the thin sword in his hand had already hit the chain, and it looked like the chain had hit his sword on its own. Countless red flowers and vines full of sharp spikes turned into tiny fragments of branches everywhere he passed, unable to stop him in the slightest, countless small petals floated behind him, but could not fall a little, slowly turning into no tiniest petals around him.

It's like, bringing up a whole red petal rain road.

"You'll never be able to reach my heights, let alone surpass me, and it seems that I didn't have much effect on your teachings before." Martyrstone sighed softly.

"I can't understand what you've told me before, and I believe that I can reach the highest place." Kempton didn't pause as he spoke, and rushed forward with his sword raised.

Rig Stone draws a circle with one hand and pushes it out with one palm, "emptying and pushing the wall". When he was done, he stopped looking at Kempton and turned his head to look at me.

The flower vines between the two disappeared in an instant, and countless flower vines were all pushed in front of Kempton by an invisible wall, and Kempton calmly swung his sword and broke through this wall.

There seemed to be a huge wind, blowing all of his long brown hair to the back of his head, and he swung his sword eight times in the air in front of him, saying, "Even if it's you, how can the same move work on me twice." Then he came behind Lieguston, who had his back to him.

Cliffstone was defenseless, and Kempton hesitated, but finally stepped forward and stabbed Gravestone in the back of the head.

The court rapier snapped in the back of the lich's head, "How is that possible. Kempton looked at the only remaining hilt of the rapier in his hand and slowly sat down on the ground.

At this time, my situation was not optimistic, the hundredfold beam of light was no longer the same light band as a hundred before, and after the archbishop of light finished chanting, an illusory figure appeared above his head, and in a trance, it seemed that there was singing and chanting, and a heavy pressure fell from the sky.

A large, white, translucent shroud was thrown from the illusory figure, enveloping the entire body of the dragon in which I lived. The pressure pressed the dragon's wings against its back, and the dragon's feet sank completely into the ground. Countless white flames appeared, and when they floated above the dragon's body, a cloud of void energy burst out, eroding the surrounding large dragon scales.

Even my body, which exists in the dragon's chest, is squeaked by the huge pressure, because of the hollowness of the chest, all the surrounding ** are pressed together, so that although I don't have to worry about the danger of falling, the range of activities is also limited to the point where I can only turn around, and I don't have to do any activities at this time.

As reluctant as I am, it's clear that there is no one from the Lich to the Light Crusade that I can match. My perception of my own strength is not very clear, but it seems to be really weak.

The black energy in the dragon's body was very dissatisfied with this situation, so it increased its speed to absorb the power of the soul, and the soul spar on which my body was standing, at this time, the light was not reduced in the slightest compared to the beginning, so I was not worried about the lack of energy.

Countless black energies were consumed in the transformation, but they were nothing compared to the newly added black energies. Countless black energies began to fly out of the dragon's claws in a steady stream, gathering in clusters, forming a huge nine-ring tiger head knife, which gradually became extremely clear from the initial blur, and there was a faint roar of soul-shocking from the tiger's head.

"Saboteur Slash, how is it possible!" Numat clearly knew the massive black blade.

The dragon's claws gripped the massive sword, known as the Saboteur's Blade, against the white cover, and stabbed it forward, stabbing a large hole in the cover.

Then the dragon angrily raised the blade in his hand and slashed horizontally, easily cutting a huge cross on the cover. A few seconds later, there was a huge tremor on the ground in the distance, and the dust in the sky swayed, and a ravine dozens of miles long appeared on the ground.

The illusory figure above the cardinal's head had disappeared at some point, half of his yellow hair had been cut off alive and fluttering in the air.

Martyrstone's face changed, and then I felt hundreds of soul thoughts probing the dragon's body.

Numat's face also turned very strange, and he waved his hand to dissolve the bow and arrow formation below that was intended to deal with me, and then said to them, "Sacrifice".

Lieguston sneered and did not speak. Only a few of the hundreds of people in the bow and arrow formation below hesitated for a moment, but then they resolutely chanted loudly, and countless golden energies slowly emerged from the formation, unlike before, these golden energies did not appear around their bodies, but flew into the sky above them.

When the dragon saw this golden light, it uncontrollably swung its knife and rushed over, although the saboteur's blade had a huge attack power, but it had no effect on the golden light. At this time, those who no longer had golden light on their bodies began to slowly gather a small cloud of translucent energy in their hands, and then stabbed into their foreheads, everyone shouted something, but they couldn't hear anything clearly, and fell to the ground after shouting.

A complete humanoid soul flew out of the body that fell to the ground, each soul had a sickly strange satisfaction on its face, and flew into the golden light cluster in the air, when the last soul melted into the light cluster, the leaden gray dark clouds in the sky suddenly cracked a hole in the middle, a beam of golden light shot on this golden light from this hole, and a loud song of praise sounded from the golden light, and countless golden petals appeared around and slowly fell.

The golden light quickly twisted and contracted towards the middle, turning into a naked man curled up together. he

Stretching its body, the moment it straightened its back, countless feathers grew out of its back, and in the blink of an eye, four huge wings slowly stirred. He opened his eyes, and there was not a trace of variegation in his golden eyeballs. There was a glow on the naked body.

"It's been a long time since I've seen an angel, and it's still like this, no improvement," said the lich Grimstone lightly.

"Believers of the human race who ask me to come down and point out where the enemy is." The angel said to the cardinal.

Its voice didn't fluctuate at all, just a tone, and it sounded awkward.

Before the cardinal could reply, the saboteur blade in the dragon's hand had already slashed into the angel's naked, bright white body, leaving a pale blue trail.

"Hmph, it must be you, stupid reptile, accept the judgment of the Lord of Light!" With a slight wave of his hand, he pushed the dragon's body out of the air, and then pulled out a strange blade from the void, which seemed to be the shape of a sword, but where it should have been the tip of the sword, it was strangely bent into the shape of a sickle, and the double-sided bladed weapon seemed to reveal a thick fierce aura.

"Hook and sickle sword, can this kind of fierce weapon really give reassuring protection to living beings when held in your hand? God of Light. The lich opened his mouth to mutter, and Kempton behind him slammed into a slump.

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