"Are you coming?" The black-horned old gentleman looked at the white-robed angel who was slowly descending, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his breath slowly rose.

The figure of the black-horned old man flashed, and he flew to the same height as the white-robed angel. "Who's coming? I don't kill nobodies. The black-horned old man pinched his goatee with two fingers, squinted at the white-robed angel and said.

"Humph!" The white-robed angel snorted coldly, waved his hand, and hundreds of light arrows appeared in front of him, and with a movement of his heart, the light arrows instantly shot at the black horned old monarch in front of him.

The distance of hundreds of meters between the two of them was nothing to those light arrows, and the key was to cross the distance between the two in an instant and come to the front of the old man of the black horn.

The old man of the black horn was shocked, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart in the face of the power of these light arrows, and hurriedly flashed to the side to dodge these light arrows.

"It seems that there is some strength, enough for my Black Horn Laojun to make a move!" The black-horned old gentleman couldn't help but think a lot of highly of the white-robed angel and raised him to the same status as himself.

"I am the Archangel Raphael!" The white-robed angel looked at the somewhat embarrassed black-horned old gentleman and spit out a few words lightly, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of light arrows appeared in front of him.

"Do you still want to use the same trick against me?" The old man of the black horn smiled disdainfully as he watched Raphael's movements.

"Huh!" Countless arrows of light swarmed towards the Old Lord of the Black Horn under Raphael's control. With the previous careless lesson, this time the old man of the black horn did not dare to despise it. Concentrate all your energy on the dynamics of the light arrows.

"Piece of cake." The trajectory of the light arrow was exposed in the consciousness of the Black Horn Laojun, the Black Horn Old Monarch turned sideways slightly, raised his palm, and swung it down violently, and the palm of his hand was instantly enlarged to the size of ten zhang in the air, and all the light arrows were shot to the ground in one palm.

Not to be outdone, Raphael waved his hands, and thousands of light arrows spread all over the space within a radius of 100 meters, surrounding the old man in the center. As Raphael's outstretched hand clenched into a fist, the arrows of light shot towards the center in unison.

"Is that the limit?" The black horned old monarch's eyes shrank, and his hands instantly enlarged and elongated, and they spun rapidly in place.

The two huge palms were like two huge fan blades, blowing a super hurricane. All the arrows of light that came were blown away by the hurricane. Even Raphael's body in the air was a little shaky, and the powerful hurricane forced him to spread his wings to resist.

"Is that all there is to it? Then I overestimate you. The old man of the black horn felt Raphael's momentum, and suddenly felt a little disappointed. I thought it would be a difficult opponent, but who would have thought that it would be an angel with average strength.

Being so humiliated by an inferior, shameless, and filthy Oriental, Raphael felt insulted by his authority as an archangel. The aura of the Imperial Sky period burst out instantly, and the white robe on his body also turned into a white armor, the wings behind him shook, and the whole body exuded a divine light, if Diana saw it, she would definitely bow down desperately, isn't this the god they have always believed in?

"Transformation? It's kind of interesting. The old man of the black horn felt Raphael's much more powerful aura, and the corners of his mouth cracked an arc of excitement.

Han Xue on the other side looked at the black heavily armored archangel Uriel in front of him, and said coldly: "You better run for your lives, don't waste your precious opportunity in vain." ”

"Despicable old oriental woman, you are looking for death!" Uriel hated these Orientals who had invaded their own world, especially since they had killed countless of their own excellent soldiers, and they had also harmed them for their own fall. Thinking of this, Uriel couldn't help but be furious, and his breath instantly rose.

"You filthy birdman, you're looking for death!" Being scolded by Uriel as an "old woman" made Han Xue's anger suddenly rise from his heart to the top of his head, and then from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and then from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he couldn't find a place to vent, and finally he set his eyes on Uriel in front of him, he wanted to make this birdman pay.

In an instant, Han Xue's figure suddenly rose, and a fire whip danced towards Uriel. Uriel also rose up to meet the enemy.

Seeing that the battle situation around them was urgent, the dozen angelic powerhouses behind Uriel also wanted to join the battle to relieve the pressure of their clansmen, but at this moment they found that a figure appeared in front of them. looked at it as a beautiful woman with a fairy-like temperament, and everyone couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Xuanyuan Mei, who watched Long Yi and Lemuel fight, was anxious, but she could only watch and be anxious. Just when she was upset, Uriel appeared with these angels, Xuanyuan Mei also seemed to have found an outlet, Uriel was preempted by Han Xue, and the remaining dozen angels naturally became Xuanyuan Mei's things to vent the frustration in her heart. Xuanyuan Mei will not wait for them to come back to their senses because they are stunned, Xuanyuan Mei's illusion is directly opened, a long sword is transformed in his hand, and when more than a dozen angels come back to their senses, they find that they can't move, and they are actually imprisoned! They had no choice but to watch as the antenna-like woman slashed across her body with her sword.

A dozen angels are nothing to Xuanyuan Mei at all, even if their strength is around the early stage of the sky, but for Xuanyuan Mei, there is no difference between the early stage of the sky and the high stage of the sky. It's all one sword, one by one. Of course, if you imprison the angels of the High Stage of the Sky One by One, even a rookie who is an Ability of the Control Period can kill them all effortlessly.

Xuanyuan Mei was the first to solve the battle, killing more than a dozen angels, the annoyance in Xuanyuan Mei's heart also disappeared a lot, put away the illusion, Xuanyuan Mei turned her head to look at the battle situation she was most concerned about - the battle situation between Long Yi and Lemuel.

At this time, the two sides have been fighting for dozens of rounds, although Long Yi can still block Lemuel's attack, but in the long run, the gap in Long Yi's strength will be reflected.

After another confrontation, Long Yi and Lemuel pushed each other, and Long Yi wiped the sweat from his cheeks with the back of his hand, panting slightly. "It can't go on like this! It's too bad for me to get into a stalemate with him like this. I have to find a time, a time to kill with one blow, otherwise, I will definitely die. Long Yi suddenly found that he seemed to have fallen into Lemuel's trap, the other party had not used all his strength, he was dragging along with him, and he had to regain the initiative!

Thinking of this, Long Yi clenched his rusty sword and rushed forward again. Lemuel activated at the same time, vibrating his wings and flying forward with his iron fist.

Suddenly, when Long Yi was halfway through, he suddenly flew upward. Lemuel didn't react for a while, couldn't retract his body, and flew under Long Yi.

Long Yi, who was waiting in the air, saw that the time had come, and did a backflip in the air, raising the rusty sword above his head and accelerating towards Lemuel.

When Lemuel, who rushed over his head, turned over, Long Yi was already close in front of him, and it was impossible to dodge the blow of the Rusty Sword. Unable to dodge, Lemuel chose to resist. Spread out and cross in front of you, protecting yourself in the middle.

"Phew!" The tip of the rusty sword stabbed unbiasedly at the place where Lemuel's wings crossed, making a crisp sound. Long Yi felt like he was stabbed on a solid rock, unable to move forward in the slightest.

The timing is good, victory or defeat is here, how could Long Yi give up. Long Yi shouted, and the momentum of his whole body exploded again.

Gravitational Riot! One hundred and fifty times the gravity!

The Golden Art Riot! Sword devours the world!

One hundred and fifty times the gravity pressed on Lemuel's body, and countless short swords appeared in the air and shot towards the point where the tip of the Rusty Sword pierced Lemuel's wing.

Suddenly an explosion sounded, and there were white feathers in the smoke and dust flying in the sky. At this time, a black flame orchid appeared on the tip of the rusty sword in Long Yi's hand.