"Take an oath in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

In Gu Qingfeng's eyes, Abigail is already a Templar who is already a tin can? Morality? Montabad drew a cross on his chest, and then it shone with a pure white light, and a cross sword was held in his hand from the void.

"I will act in this place the authority of the archangel Uriyeh, and show the splendor of my gods, and the place of illumination is the place of judgment of my gods, where evil will be revealed in its true form, and there will be no place to escape,"

As some chanting came from the tin can, a pair of white and holy wings unfolded on both sides of Abigail's body, and in an instant his whole person turned into an angel shining with divine white light, and the cross sword was even more dyed with fiery red flames, spreading extreme heat.

"Uriyeh's Judgment of Heavenly Fire."

Abigail the Tin Canned took the lead with a swing of the cross sword, no, he was the only one who suddenly came back, and the fire on the cross sword condensed into a solid sword in the air, and slashed straight at him.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Qingfeng knew that it must be a vicious battle, the long sword painted a rainbow and slashed, and the sword body had already rippled out with endless lightning thunderbolts halfway through, sandwiched with a dark yellow color, killing like thunder.

Gu Qingfeng understood that the tin cans that rushed over seemed to have borrowed external force, so that his combat effectiveness reached a terrifying point in an instant, and after thinking about it, Gu Qingfeng's wrist sank, making the tip of the sword suddenly move forward, it was for the Shushan Sword Sect's 'collapse' word, which actually dispersed the flames that were split, and then the sword suddenly retracted like a swimming dragon, and it was not attacking, but around the winged tin can, it started a guerrilla attack, stabbing every time. Split, hang, point...... It must have crackled thunder. I don't know how the people in the tin can are, whether they will conduct electricity.

Gu Qingfeng's swordsmanship can be regarded as a masterpiece, and his comprehension of the sword can basically be compared with his appetite, so you can imagine what good fruits can be eaten under Gu Qingfeng's hands with the iron canned sword open and closed.

"In terms of swordsmanship, you Western sects don't deserve to lift our shoes. Don't get out of the way yet! ”

But Gu Qingfeng stuck a wooden arrow in his chest. It's simply superfluous and can't be in the superfluous thing, although it doesn't hurt much, but it can't be pulled out. This extreme affects his play.

Moreover, the tin can, the Templar named Abigail not only had a high defense, but Gu Qingfeng's sword or two slashed it nine times out of ten just to make the people inside tremble a few times. That's being electrified. The most important thing is that this tin can has a pair of wings at this time. It's really open, Gu Qingfeng's speed is really a little bit worse, who let the other party hang up.

An inattentive, tin canned cross with firelight swept across Gu Qingfeng's waist and abdomen, Gu Qingfeng vomited blood and retreated, and blood splashed between his waist and abdomen.

But Gu Qingfeng is not a fuel-efficient lamp, at the moment it is swept out. After reciting a sword trick, he raised his hand to strike the Thunder Sword. Rolled up a sword formation, and also rolled the tin can into it. The raging sword qi blew a whirlwind, and although Abigail's knight armor had extremely high defense, it could not withstand such a rapid attack

It turned out that Gu Qingfeng also had a heart, and when he attacked before, he left a lot of hidden sword qi on the thick iron can, and at this moment, the sword qi was deliberately controlled, pulling and distorting the power to forcibly tear Abigail's knight armor, and I don't know what material this armor is, almost all of it is deformed and not broken, but this force still makes Abigail's bones make a chilling cracking sound.

Although Abigail's pair of white wings were not real, the damage caused by such a torsion still caused him to fall from mid-air, and he fell heavily to the ground with Gu Qingfeng, who was shot away by him.

The two were both defeated and feared injury.

It's just that Abigail's recovery power seems to be very chaang, just landed, just a muffled snort, the next moment he stood up, turned around and put away his sword, flew to the position just now, beckoned, and continued: "Come again!" ”

There is no frustration, no frustration, Gu Qingfeng's eyes flashed, and a previously suppressed attachment burst out, in the final analysis, Gu Qingfeng still has a kind of obsession with martial arts in his heart, a kind of paranoia in the world of swords, and a simple vision that everyone had when they were young.

Staggered to his feet, Gu Qingfeng touched a black pill from his arms and swallowed it, although the injury on his waist no longer bleed, it did not improve much, and it was contaminated with the fire with the power of judgment, which made him extremely uncomfortable, and he gasped for a long time and said, "Damn, God descended? You think I won't? “

Gu Qingfeng is a persistent person, he is not paranoid, he is different from others, he dares to try for his dreams, he doesn't like the constraints of the inner gate of Shushan, he cares more about the freedom of the sword to travel the world, and he also likes to have the bonds of making friends, a period of time in Sanshan City, far from being comparable to Shushan for decades, so he slipped out again and again, even if he would be punished every time he went back.

He likes Ye Hongjin, of course, it is not the passionate kind of like, although this kind of like cannot be said to surpass love, but it is almost the same, it can be said that in Gu Qingfeng's heart, Ye Hongjin's matter is his own business, and if he agrees, he must do it, this is what he thinks is a friend in his heart.

"Yes, Ye Hongjin, is my friend, one of the few, a friend I recognize, fighting the sword world, except for the sword, Hongyan, then it is a friend, an existence that can be guarded!"

Looking at the tin can's wings spread, the speed suddenly increased, Gu Qingfeng's eyes were full of sparks, seeing the man beckoning, Gu Qingfeng walked over slowly, and on the way over, he even clicked on several acupuncture points on his waist and abdomen, and then the pace on his feet was getting faster and faster, and when he was three or four steps closer, a sword slashed over.

Splitting, stabbing, pointing, teasing, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping......

There was no exhaustion, no stopping, Gu Qingfeng's injuries seemed to be ignored, his attack did not slow down, but became faster and faster, more and more urgent, and the roar of the sword even caused a layer of wind barrier around him, which made Abigail, who was dressed in a tin can, easily parry with the help of his wings at first, and after a while, he had to resist the attack like a storm with all his might.

There were no superfluous movements, only point-to-point attacks, and Gu Qingfeng's Thunder Sword stirred up a patch.

"God is the true self, and the body is a phantom body......"

Suddenly split the iron can with a sword, Gu Qingfeng held the thunder sword in front of his chest, and vaguely seemed to hear the sound of something shattering, but when he came back to his senses, he only saw the thunder sword in Gu Qingfeng's hand slowly cracking, and then it re-condensed under his feet, but it exuded an indescribable momentum, that momentum definitely did not belong to Gu Qingfeng, but it was extremely impressive.

"Easy Sword Technique!" (To be continued.) )