"Master?" The Goddess of Light smiled with a hint of confusion, but quickly relieved, "Oh, Sebastian is my offspring. ”

Master, a descendant of the Goddess of Light?

Wen Cheng smiled a little shyly, not knowing how to answer.

"That ......" Wen Cheng said suddenly, "I'm sorry, your name?" ”

"Shigagor," the woman smiled back, "of course, a friend from the East once called me by another name. ”

"Poetry?" Wen Cheng asked.

The poem was surprised by this rush to answer, but it was Wen Cheng's heartfelt voice.

Then she found that Wen Cheng showed great sadness.

The goddess stretched out her wings, and her delicate white feathers fluttered on Wen Cheng's cheeks.

The touch was a joy to the touch, and the rustling sound touched at his heartstrings.

No amount of resentment will disappear.

But in his heart, the lonely tears of another girl seemed to have been wiped away.

At least when the Goddess of Light saw Wen Cheng's grief for that moment, he was too much like a child.

Justice and killing.

Single-mindedness and likeness.

Such a contradiction does not know how much punishment has been brought to him and the girl.

What kind of emotions did he intertwine?

However, her time was limited, and she did not have the leisure to resolve the pain of the teenager.

The goddess of light turned.

Because the battle takes place in the loop, even in the void is just the entanglement and impact of two streams of mana.

There was only a dim light in the circuit, like a bright moonlight.

Wen Cheng, who came back to his senses, saw the Great Magic Envoy of Light summon out a life-size golden staff.

In the calm green pupils is eternity, and the white dress sways in the wind.

Hair like gold sand dances.

At this moment, a black pillar pierced the sky.

The tip of the huge spear like lightning fell rapidly, firmly into the center of the circle.

"Wen Cheng, just look at it."

The poem raised his head and said indifferently. This sentence reminded Wen Cheng of a dusk a long time ago.

But the black crystals like giant trees are really thick, and it's too late to dodge.

However, the dazzling angel let it run through his body.

Poetry? Goddess of Light?! What are you doing?

Wen Cheng was stunned in the face of the goddess who was engulfed in darkness.

At that moment, the black pillar was suddenly engulfed by a more dazzling white light from below, and the rest split into several strands, bouncing off the horizontal plane like a broken bamboo knot.

Clanging, heavier than steel, a heart-chilling sound.

Poetry appeared unscathed in front of Wen Cheng, wrapped in gorgeous and scorching silver armor, the soles of her white high-heeled boots were white pulses from the Sacred Heart Hall, and the heavenly Holy Temple Law Source fell into the circular array of notches on the surface, slowly compressed, refined, and finally formed a dazzling and delicate bundle gathered under the skirt of poetry.

“GebottEsLinta！”

The poem pierces the golden scepter in the center of the circle, a Valkyrie-like powerful voice.

At this moment, Wen Cheng's arm trembled. This tactile sensation did not come from within the circuit, but from his shell above the circle.

Gravity and mana press against the body.

The second crystalline thick black pillar pierced, and the moment it touched the head of the tiny golden scepter, the horizontal plane set off a shock wave that was enough to make the car fly a hundred meters away.

"Sonorous sonorous ......"

It was the sound of even the hardest metal shattering.

It was the black pillar that shattered.

The impact of landing on the ground was offset by the magic source that Wen Cheng unconsciously evoked, and he watched as the Great Magic of Light stepped aside with the pulse under his feet.

Corresponding to the location of Wencheng, the southern fan of the circle is more suitable for free play.

A clearing without shelter. What is she doing?

“AntaEinGuzAlish！”

The poem turned into a white afterimage, and more and more dazzling white particles of light gathered around it.

It's time to fight back!

If the battle just now could only be seen by Wen Cheng, then everything that followed could be witnessed by the mortals around every square.

On a cloudy and quiet night, a glowing sword stabbed out from the south side of the square.

In contrast to this is a dark crystal scythe that falls from the sky.

The two weapons, which had no owner, hung over the southern fan of the square, blowing a whirlwind that stirred up dust, grass, and branches rustling.

Sonorous, the two weapons were handed over in the air.

Asmo responds to the challenge of poetry.

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At the same time, in the Great Hall, Xiang Jingshan, who was becoming more and more courageous, kept waving his spear, mercilessly trying to kill the nuns who were slowly retreating.

Successfully slicing through her robe, shoulders, and waist, the gun was stained with a hint of blood.

"Nun, not even your master can save you." Behind the black iron mask, the voice came out with black flames.

"I didn't expect him to come to my rescue." Sidgar kept calling out white light to close the wounds all over her body, and calmly held on to the decorative red wooden pillar, she had retreated to the edge of the rostrum.

After the ceremony began at Wen Cheng's place, the ease just now disappeared completely.

Confronting Xiang Jingshan, who was more than twice as tall and condensed into an entity, Xidejia chose to preserve the silence of his strength.

The tip of the gun was less than five centimeters from the tip of her nose. And the gun is two meters long.

"As a Heroic Spirit, you are really not suitable for frontal combat, are you ready to die?"

Sidgar didn't answer in the face of the mockery, and his eyes pierced with a swirling golden light.

"Vision didn't work for me, and you're still trying to do this boring?"

"No," Sidgar smiled, "I'm just preparing to kill you who are about to disconnect from the source of the Black Law. ”

The black flame behind the mask began to mess up.

Disconnection? Why is she so sure?

Sidegar didn't answer, she had nothing to say about the upcoming victory, it was her duty.

"Impossible!"

The figure of black steel hesitated, and the spear stabbed suddenly, and Sidgar dodged to the right and then leaped to the center of the rostrum, where the tables and chairs had already been flown off, toppled, dismembered, and piled up in a mess.

Xiang Jingshan pulled out the black iron spear that pierced the red cylinder into cracks, and called out an even more violent black flame to stab back.

Buzz, cluck.

Master Asmo! Why are you lying to me?!

The black magic source was disconnected, and Xiang Jingshan's body suddenly collapsed and became disordered.

Since everything is irreparable, then nun, put an end to my life!

Xiang Jingshan turned into a cloud of black smoke and floated in the air, tangling and scraping his armor in an attempt to drag out the remaining parts.

Sidgar said to the struggling armor, "If you still want to escape, I won't chase you." ”

It's true? Xiang Jingshan in the void was pleasantly surprised.

Is there a distrust between the enemies?

Hahaha, it's ridiculous, that teenager wanted me to die, and he was betrayed by his teammates.

But there's not much time, where to go?

The black smoke only lasts for three minutes, after which it will turn into a bruised humanoid.

If you want to survive, there is only one way, find a crowded place and turn into a human form to drop black mist, and then continue to devour zombies and slowly recover yourself!

Back to Fortune Tower? There are flying generals there.

Go underground? There are heavily defended police there. The moment it is formed, it will be killed.

Square? There's the Great Magician of Light.

There is only one place that no one would think of!

Xiang Jingshan did not hesitate to pass through the layers of walls and float towards the riverside park in the northeast.

Half a minute later, he floated to the green belt and cobblestone road by the river, and there was a children's playground in the corner.

But it was empty, only the air of slaughter flowing.

No, even if it's a wild cat, a wild dog or a mouse or something!

Disordered black smoke rustled through the trees, and the flowers and plants withered and the branches withered.

There you have it, a small square by the river! There sat the back of a blonde beauty.

At this moment, a ten-meter-square white circle pierced out from the soles of his feet.

The soles of his feet seemed to be beaten by inexplicable pulses, and his nerves were paralyzed and he couldn't move.

Xiang Jingshan, who turned into a form of black smoke, struggled in the white light.

"I've been waiting." Catherine stood up and smiled.

Xiang Jingshan was about to laugh at something, and Xidejia also followed.

Two holy beauties greeted each other through the trembling black smoke.

"What are you laughing at, Sidgar?" Catherine asked.

As if in response to her words, Sidgar raised the corners of her mouth.

"I can't imagine meeting you for the first time under such circumstances." Sidgar smiled.

"It's a pleasure to work with." Catherine replied bluntly.

"Well, nice to work with."

So far, the plan has been implemented by the two of them to the letter.

Xiang Jingshan, who was bound, was full of disdain and doubts about this.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, you can do it a long time ago, aren't you afraid of making mistakes like this?"

The black smoke continued to tremble and gather, turning into a man in black who could not move.

And why did you lure me outside and do it again?

"Who told our deputy leader to want to kill you with his own hands." Catherine teased.

Who is the deputy leader? It doesn't matter so much.

"Hmph," the man in black sneered, "You guys are thinking too simply, do you really think that when I die, the matter will be over?" ”

When the army of the old leader comes, everything can be saved!

"At least you can die first." After an indifferent voice came from the headphones, a sonorous sound followed.

It was a bullet with a rose pattern.