Chapter 737: Hand-to-hand combat

Raguil tepidly raised her sheep-herding staff and blocked it against the fireball, with the attitude that the light of an ant dared to shine with the sun and the moon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info But what happened next gave her a very deep understanding.

"Be careful!" Raphael shouted with concern, but by this time the fireball had already touched the shaft of the staff.

With a loud bang, the fireball exploded, accompanied by billowing smoke, and everyone, including the angels, watched in amazement. . . When the smoke cleared, his upper body was pitch black, and his hair was like an exploding head, and a faint black smoke was emitting.

Is this still the same Raguil, who was always gentle and quaint? The seemingly simple sheep-herding staff in her hand, which she always held with her sacredness, could be used in the painting at all times, but now the cane was blown off her waist, and it looked like she was holding a broken broom that had swept off its head.

"Oops~" Raphael's baby face, that expression is exaggerated and abnormal, and his hands seem to want to block the grinning teeth on his face, but he doesn't block it. His hands are a little sissy chicken feet crazy: "What, how... It's so miserable that it has become like this. ā€

"Don't think that because you're a woman, I can't beat you!" Cheng Qianxun angrily crossed his hands on his waist and yelled: "Don't forget that I am also a woman, whoever drives me crazy, I will beat him." ā€

It's really miserable to make people miserable, this layer has changed the scene repeatedly, and there are so many things that are terrible,

Perhaps Raguil's image is too "special", so embarrassed that he has never seen it in tens of thousands of years, so that the light bulb Midalen laughs violently, of course, his face can't see what the expression is, who can see what a big bulb with a hundred watts looks like when he laughs? Judging by his "poof" voice, it should indeed be a laugh.

And Uriel has always wanted to maintain a vicious image, but at this time he couldn't hold his breath and held back his anger, and his bloody mouth was thick and he tried to purse it, and finally he burst into laughter, and his dark face smiled ugly.

"Ahh As soon as she turned around, all the scorched blackness on her face disappeared, and she returned to her original gentle appearance... Or rather, she just restored her usual glorious and white image, because her face was full of anger, and she could catch up with Uriel.

"Don't think I'm an undead and I can't beat you!" She didn't know where she got a sword, the body of the sword was different from other swords, it was faintly pink, and she stabbed at Cheng Qianxun.

"Do you want to fight, that's great!" Cheng Qianxun, who had been holding back a breath of resentment for a long time, gathered his anger and concentrated, and then flew up, and there was already an extra sword in his hand that had gathered with qi.

She has mastered the power of the underworld, and the pendant around her neck allows her to retain this power in order to be alone, otherwise she would have become a baby and ready to be reincarnated.

Her teammates were surprised to find that the sword that was originally condensed by qi should be as black as ink, but this time the sword was two meters long under Cheng Qianxun's anger, but the black sword was bubbling with golden light. These two extremely incongruous colors are together at this time, but they seem to be like this in the first place, and evil and good are dissolved.

"Stop!" Michael scolded. When the archangel speaks, it should be a command.

Seeing that Michael drew his holy sword and flew towards Cheng Qianxun, Raphael and Uriel immediately rushed towards Raguil.

"Oh, don't do that." This time Raphael lit up again, opened his arms and walked towards Raguil's pink sword, and his voice was deliberately snarled: "Be careful of the sword and sword, it will hurt if you stab it." ā€

Uriel had already drawn his sword, and with a "dang~" sound, he put aside Raguil's sword and scolded: "Don't forget that you are a seraphim, what kind of anger are you fighting with an undead?" ā€

At this time, the other side also met each other, and a loud "bang~" attracted everyone's attention.

As soon as Michael's golden sword and black sword touched, there was a sudden earth-shattering sound that shook Snead and they all covered their ears. The aftermath continued, and when the sword body was wrong, golden light splashed everywhere.

Cheng Qianxun was so shocked that he flew back more than ten meters away, and it took a lot of effort to stabilize, and Michael also retreated a few meters before stopping.

The angels' expressions were more shocked than the undead, and Raphael stammered, "This is Michael-sama, she can withstand the archangel's sword." ā€

Then he turned his head to Laguil, who was also surprised, with a dull gaze and expression, and said with a face like a wooden man: "Don't look for trouble, she is not an ordinary undead." ā€

Although Raguil looked incredulous, he obviously didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

His arm was numb from the shock, but he still proudly condensed his mana to keep the sword in his hand, Cheng Qianxun gasped for breath, and his eyes glared at the tall heavenly god in front of him.

"Buzz~" The golden holy sword in Michael's hand kept making a golden sound, and after a long time, the sound became softer, and it was no longer heard.

"Is that enough?" Michael shook the sword in his hand and asked majesticly.

"Let me and my teammates go, that's enough." Cheng Qianxun said in a deep voice in annoyance. inexplicably took her to the heavenly realm, and asked to go to the heavenly realm of the undead ladder. In the underworld, the undead are lifeless, embarking on a journey to resurrection, and what is it here?

"You've walked four floors, but your temper is still the same." Michael stood there with a sight to behold, a glorious and holy appearance that would make everyone else kneel.

But Cheng Qianxun is different, she hates this guy, she doesn't say anything, she actually has the most sacred Hades in her heart, and when she sees him, she can't wait to kill him. Why do you have to find out that two identical gods are the same except for the difference in hair and pupil color?

She put away the sword in her hand, and when she blocked it just now, her whole arm was numb until now, and she couldn't hold it if she didn't put it away. But the tone was still unceremoniously: "My temper is like this, if you want to change me, then climb the ladder with me!" Without divine power, transform into a mortal, I think you can live a few layers. ā€

Michael didn't look at her, as if his mind was jumping, he turned his head to Raguil, who was still stunned on the side: "You stand down first, and I'll look for you later." ā€

Raguil could only swallow his breath, kneeling on one leg was considered a salute, and the figure gradually faded away, and finally disappeared. At the same time, Midalen, the light bulb that had been standing by and watching all the time, also disappeared silently.

"Needless to say, hehe." Seeing Michael's head turned, Raphael made a gesture to kneel: "I bow and leave." ā€

"No, you stay." Michael looked at this Uriel: "Come with me." ā€

"Yes, Lord Angel!" Uriel fell to his knees on one leg and disappeared with Michael.

Looking at the disappeared Michael, Cheng Qianxun was so angry that his feet were about to jump up, and the other finger pointed out, which was simply roaring and roaring: "You come back to me, let me leave, you... "Needless to say, the man is gone.

And Raphael, who was about to kneel, stood up straight and pouted: "Leave me again to take care of the angry woman." Am I meant to be a bag of gas? ā€

Then Cheng Qianxun, who was standing there in a puff, suddenly smiled, put his hands together, hunched his shoulders slightly, and walked over like a little mouse, with a slight obscenity: "Aha, beauty, that one, you should be very tired, or rest early." ā€

With a wave of his hand, he conjured up four beds made of white clouds, with complete bedding and fluffy pillows.

"Come on, come on, you sit down first." Raphael pointed his finger, and a bed slowly moved over. stretched out his hand again, and originally wanted to push her to sit on the bed, but he looked hesitant as if he was afraid that he would be too big and hurt her. Babyface was embarrassed: "Haha, it's better for you to sit down by yourself." Sit down, let me see how your arm is, do you want to stand and rest and sleep later? ā€

Raphael was probably the least obnoxious of all the angels, and he made Cheng Qianxun lose most of his anger at once. Yes, why should she be angry with Raphael, this kind of anger is also born in vain, and if she is angry, she is also angry.

Cheng Qianxun sat down, and the other teammates also picked a bed casually and lay down to rest. This layer is enough to choke, and I didn't have a good rest on the last night, and after being tied up, I had to fight with those people since midnight to get out. I've been tired for a long time!

"Come, don't move, let me see." Raphael also sat next to her, carefully lifted one of her arms, and moved it up and down slightly: "It hurts, doesn't it?" ā€

It really hurt, it hurt so much that it was numb, as if the whole arm was electrified, and the muscles were pumping to the ground. But she said stubbornly: "It hurts a fart." ā€

Raphael's sudden shaking increased, and now he felt the pulling of his muscles and bones, making his muscles jerk suddenly, and he screamed in pain: "Ah~"

"Chihiro, what's wrong?" Sneijder sat up nervously.

"It's okay, I'm here, I guarantee that even if your bride's hand is broken, I can put on another one, and it's exactly the same as the original." Raphael grinned, reassuring Sneijder.

Sneijder was still a little dissatisfied: "Then you be careful, don't let her hurt." ā€

It was the Seraphim who ordered this, and his words were a little inferior, but Raphael agreed without temper at all: "Okay, okay, hey, I needed to do this just now to investigate the injury, and I promise that it won't be later." ā€

also faced Cheng Qianxun, coaxing like a child: "Okay, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it's right!" With his other hand, he flipped over and conjured a lollipop and stuffed it into Cheng Qianxun's hand.

"It's an apology for hurting you." Raphael laughed.

This angel is really interesting, much better than those angels who seem to be gentle all day long, and turn their faces faster than turning a book.

Don't eat for nothing, Cheng Qianxun stuffed the lollipop into his mouth.

"Hey, that's right, this candy also has the effect of relieving pain, I did it." Raphael gently rolled up the wide sleeves of Cheng Qianxun's robe, and said something in his mouth: "You four undead are different from other undead, so I can only do it for you." It's not interesting to just make a block, but it's interesting to have a shape like this. (To be continued.) )