Under the light and shadow of the sky, the flying sword formed by the Xuanying Blood Dragon Armor was like a crimson blue waterfall, stabbing towards the countless angelic phantoms in the surrounding Bright Heaven.

Under the increasing coercion, the black aura on Wang Feng's whole body loomed, as if it was about to be extinguished at any time.

The spiritual power had been promoted to the extreme, causing the pitch-black light to cover Wang Feng's entire pupil.

The strength of this move made Wang Feng have to take it seriously.

In particular, the dark angel martial soul in the sea of knowledge seemed to be awakened, roaring, shaking Wang Feng's spirit.

The power of the seven blood lines glowed with dazzling light under the roar of the dark angel martial spirit.

From a distance, Wang Feng's body seemed to have seven blood-colored rivers flowing.

But now that Wang Feng was shrouded in this illusory Great Light Church, he didn't know what was going on outside.

Except for the Thousand Streams.

Thousands of streams of light flickered, staring deeply at the magnificent and magnificent paradise of light.

This is his strongest move, and the power of his divine skill is extraordinary. The release conditions are also extremely harsh.

The last phantom, with the help of the Angel Holy Sword, can summon it down to deter the enemy.

'Dark Angel Spirit...'

A strange light flashed in Qiandaoliu's eyes.

As the servant of the angel god, the first thing in his heart is naturally the divine position.

The granddaughter is qualified to inherit the throne of God. Then it is his lifelong wish to let Qianrenxue achieve the god position.

For this wish, Qiandaoliu did not hesitate to sweep away all things that hindered Qianrenxue from becoming a god.

Wang Feng is not an obstacle for him, and to a certain extent, it is also an incentive for Qianrenxue.

He was even a little relieved to see that Qian Lingxue had become the only obsession because of Wang Feng's death.

But not anymore.

He used this trick at this moment, intending to use the divine thoughts of the angel god to explore the reality of Wang Feng's kid.

What the hell is that dark angel martial spirit?

Is it good or bad for Xiaoxue?

The moment he saw that Wang Feng was still alive, Qiandaoliu had already made this plan.

A faint divine thought of the angel god is force majeure to mortals.

What's more, the Bright Heaven is condensed with the power of faith, and it is even more difficult to break it without using martial soul and soul power.

Staring at the scenes in the Bright Heaven, Qiandaoliu's pupils condensed slightly.

I saw the light in the heavens.

Countless crimson and cyan flying swords swept across all the angelic phantoms like the setting sun of a long river.

In an instant, those angelic phantoms condensed by the power of faith were pierced into countless holes, and instantly turned into countless lights and shadows and disappeared into the heavenly phantoms.

'What the hell is this kid's soul bone!' ’

Qiandaoliu was horrified in his heart.

It's not like he hasn't seen that flying sword, it used to be the standard configuration of the white-clothed pope.

It was originally pitch black.

When I was on Poseidon Island, it turned cyan.

Now it's red again, and this power increase is too exaggerated.

Those angel phantoms are not simple, they are the descendants of the angels under the throne of the angel god, and they are the strong people who have the martial soul of the seraphim for generations, and the thoughts condensed after death are gathered in the angel hall of the Hall of Elders.

Qiandaoliu took this opportunity and combined it with the god-given soul ring to create this powerful soul technique.

Every angelic phantom is an extremely powerful existence, and the sound they make can easily shatter the sinners who are being judged in the bright heavens. Judgment is carried out on behalf of the power of divine light.

Even if a demigod-level powerhouse who is stronger than Qiandaoliu has a spiritual power that surpasses his existence, it will be difficult to escape.

Not to mention attacking!

Or in this moment, with so many red and green long swords, what level of spiritual power has this kid reached?

In an instant.

All the angelic shadows were reduced to dust.

With this move, Wang Feng's spiritual power has already consumed most of it!

Wang Feng is very rare to divide the Xuanying Blood Dragon Thorn into such a flying sword. Because the more separation, the greater the consumption of mental energy.

But at this moment, Wang Feng had to do this, and he couldn't even relax.

In the empty Bright Heaven, all the Crimson Flying Swords, like a waterfall, surged towards the top, and finally converged into a Crimson Great Sword several meters long!

At this mentions, the phantom of the angel god held the angelic holy sword and slashed down suddenly.

In the phantom's eyes, a few rays of light suddenly flashed.

In the next moment, the red and green flying sword weighing 250,000 jin seemed to make the air freeze.

Density has reached a limit.

Bang!

The two collided, and the angel holy sword in the phantom's hand shook violently, and the holy sword burst out with a fierce golden flame, cutting through the red green flying sword.

It shook into countless Xuanying Blood Dragon Thorns.

Wang Feng's spirit was shocked, and the golden flame of the holy sword was covered with a layer of spiritual power that had been purified on it.

My heart sank slightly.

The Dark Angel Martial Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness roared again.

Under this boundless pressure, Wang Feng's seven blood lines were hot and hot, as if they were about to melt themselves.

The dark angel martial spirit was restricted and could not be used. But at this moment, Wang Feng felt that the seven blood lines, under the oppression of the angel god phantom, were burning wildly, and the power of the explosion came from the blood lines.

Wang Feng looked up at the phantom shadow slashed by the sword, his dark eyes exuding extreme darkness.

The phantom looked at Wang Feng's pupils, as if through Wang Feng's eyes, he saw the dark angel martial soul in the sea of knowledge.

There was a moment of hesitation.

It was at this moment that Wang Feng's whole body burned with boiling demonic flames again, and he suddenly broke free from the golden chains on the cross, and stepped on it directly, and slammed it towards the phantom with a punch!

On the huge fist, the end of the blood streaks condensed the dark aura like substance. A punch slammed into the angelic holy sword.

"Hmph."

In the next moment, the phantom suddenly withdrew the holy sword, let out a loud sound, and also stretched out his arm and condensed into a fist, and the fist burned with golden aura, directly confronting Wang Feng's punch!

Rumble~!

Under the two huge forces, an endless aura erupted, instantly destroying the surrounding Bright Heaven Phantom!

A hint of surprise flashed in the phantom's eyes, and the huge body was shaken back a few points, and a light flashed in the hazy white mist, staring at Wang Feng's figure, and the figure gradually blurred.

Meanwhile.

At the moment of the fist with the angelic god phantom, endless flames erupted in the sky.

A huge force made Wang Feng feel irresistible, and the whole person flew down directly from mid-air!!

The most bizarre thing was that at the moment of collision, the golden flames on the phantom fist instantly attached to Wang Feng's body, and instantly covered the black aura burning on his body because of the power of the blood pattern.

It's weird.