Finding that Ye Cuo's fist slammed into him, the twelve-winged angel didn't expect that Ye Cuo would dare to attack himself distracted when he was fighting with the archbishop.

His face changed instantly, he didn't dare to hesitate, he didn't dare to resist, his figure was about to flash to the side, but Ye Cuo's fist was so fast that it was beyond his expectations, almost when his figure just moved, Ye Cuo's fist hit him.

"Ahh

With a scream, the body of the twelve-winged angel was blasted out.

At this time, the archbishop happened to scatter the golden fist, and then he swung the spear of holy light and angrily stabbed Ye Cuo.

"I can't help myself!"

Ye Cuo's eyes showed disdain, and then his figure moved, facing the stabbing holy light spear.

Rumble!

When Ye Cuo's fist collided with the Holy Light Spear, a huge boom sounded, and then the Holy Light Spear was shattered.

The archbishop didn't expect Ye Cuo's punch to be so terrifying that it actually blew away the Holy Light Spear, and when his face changed greatly, his figure immediately flew to the side.

Ye Cuo sneered, but he didn't chase after the archbishop, his figure disappeared in an instant, and then appeared behind a twelve-winged angel, and punched the twelve-winged angel's back.

Bang!

The power of Ye Cuo's fist blasted into the body of this twelve-winged angel, and then a golden fist shadow flew out from the front of the twelve-winged angel, and his pierced body was also blasted out.

Then Ye Cuo didn't look at it again, the figure shook again, and appeared next to another twelve-winged angel, and his fist slammed directly into his head.

The twelve-winged angel reacted quickly, but he still couldn't dodge Ye Cuo's fist, and the next moment his head was hit by the fist, and then exploded like a watermelon.

The other twelve-winged angels, seeing Ye Cuo kill two twelve-winged angels in succession, were all frightened.

"Ahh

At this moment, Nangong Qianqiu slashed a twelve-winged angel with a sword, directly chopping off one of his arms.

And Ye Cuo's figure appeared on the side of this twelve-winged angel at this time, and his life was instantly killed.

"The attack power of the sword god is really powerful!"

When Ye Cuo's voice sounded, the figure had already disappeared in place, and the next moment it appeared next to another twelve-winged angel and killed him again.

With his current strength in the Xuan Realm, it was extremely easy to deal with these birdmen who had been promoted to twelve wings with the blessing of the gods.

But just as he was about to kill the next twelve-winged angel, the archbishop held a silver-white sword and locked on to him.

So, Ye Cuo slowly turned around, looked at the archbishop, and then his gaze fell on the silver long sword in his hand.

Ye Cuo squinted slightly: "This sword seems to contain great power inside......"

"Humph!"

When Ye Cuo looked at the silver-white long sword, the archbishop snorted coldly: "Ye Cuo, this is the Holy See's holy weapon 'Divine Judgment', you should be proud if you can ask me to ask for a holy weapon to deal with you!"

When Ye Cuo heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "Haha! It's really funny, you want to kill me with a handful of broken copper and iron, you think too highly of yourself!"

Shouldn't I be more proud when I smash your shitty artifact?"

The archbishop didn't speak again, and the power in his body continued to pour into the judgment of the gods, and then a white sword flew out and slashed towards Ye Cuo.

Ye Cuo could feel that the power of the white sword was not weak, but his face did not change at all, and when the white sword was about to arrive, he slowly punched out.

Rumble!

Ye Cuo's fist slammed into the white sword, and with a loud bang, the white sword was scattered, but Ye Cuo's figure did not move at all, and there was still a contemptuous smile on his face: "This is the power of your so-called holy weapon?"

The archbishop's face was shocked: "How could you block the attack of the holy weapon so easily?"

Ye Cuo sneered: "Now, do you still want to judge me with this bullshit holy weapon?"

The archbishop snorted, "Do you think that this is all there is to the Hallow?"

Ye Cuo smiled: "Oh, then you can quickly let me see what the power of your holy weapon is!"

"I will fulfill you!"

As the archbishop spoke, the judgment of the gods suddenly burst into white light, and then a sword more than ten zhang long slashed towards Ye Cuo with lightning speed.

"This sword, the power is not bad, but you want to hurt me ......"

Ye Cuo's gaze froze, the golden light of his right fist flashed, and a layer of dragon scales covered his skin, and then a punch slammed into the sword light.

Rumble!

The white sword slashed Ye Cuo's fist, and in the next moment, Ye Cuo's figure flew out upside down with a rumbling sound.

"He's hurt?"

Seeing that Ye Cuo was slashed by the sword, there was a faint flash of joy in his eyes, but in the next second, he saw a cold smile on the corner of Ye Cuo's mouth.

"That's not right!"

The archbishop's face changed suddenly, because the direction in which Ye was flying upside down happened to be the location of several twelve-winged angels besieging Nangong Qianqiu.

One of the twelve-winged angels found that Ye Cuo was slashed by the holy weapon "God's Judgment" and flew towards him, and he was about to make up for Ye Cuo, but found that Ye Cuo didn't look like he was injured at all, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Of course Ye Cuo was not injured, although the power of that sword was very strong, and it was almost almost the power of the Xuan Realm, but if he wanted to fly Ye Cuo, it was still much worse.

The reason why Ye Cuo flew upside down was completely deliberate, because he found that Nangong Qianqiu, who was besieged by several twelve-winged angels, seemed to be in a little trouble, so he came over to help Nangong Qianqiu solve some small trouble.

This twelve-winged angel realized that something was wrong, but it was too late, because Ye Cuo's attack arrived in front of him in an instant, and before he could react, he let out a scream from his mouth, and then his pierced body fell to the ground, blood flowing.

"Damn it!"

The archbishop shouted angrily, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

That twelve-winged angel was killed by Ye Cuo in seconds, which immediately frightened the other twelve-winged angels, and their attack on Nangong Qianqiu also became much weaker.

And Ye Cuo solved Nangong Qianqiu's little trouble, and then turned around and looked coldly at the flying archbishop: "Come and don't be rude, you can also taste my fist!"

As soon as Ye Cuo's voice fell, his right fist slammed out, and a golden fist the size of a basketball blasted towards the archbishop.

Feeling the power of the fist, the archbishop's face changed slightly, and the divine judgment in his hand swung out, trying to smash the golden fist.

However, to his shock, the power of the golden fist was much more powerful than he expected, and his sword could not stop the fist at all.

Seeing that the golden fist was about to smash on his body, a two-finger-sized cross suddenly flew out in front of him, and instantly transformed into a cross shield.

In the next moment, the golden fist slammed into the Cross Aegis.

(End of chapter)