In the next moment, hundreds of eight-winged angels felt their scalps tingle and exploded.

When they regarded themselves as hunters and were unprepared, a Terran prey broke out in its entirety.

What's even more terrifying is that a genuine sub-god-level qi machine is pouring down from the top of the mountain like a stormy wave.

At this time, all the frightened eight-winged angels, including Lantian himself, began to retreat wildly.

A group of eight-winged angels all scrambled to be the first, trying to quickly withdraw from the range covered by the terrifying qi machine on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, Bai Qi, who had already taken over the command, sounded a sonorous order.

"The strength of this group of eight-winged angels is only the level of the Great Perfection of the Demigod Realm, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

Do your best to squeeze the time they spend chanting magic spells and casting magical holy spells.

The overlord-level figures take the lead first, and the others just harvest the angel's heart!

Whether we have a lack of war marquis personally pressed into battle, you can fight with all your might.

Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

As soon as Bai Qi's killing word fell, led by the four overlord-level Tianjiao figures of Zhan Ao, Kun Penglie, Ji Chengdao, and Feng Yixiao, the human race began to launch a counter-charge against hundreds of eight-winged angels in four directions.

In addition to these four strongest overlord-level figures, there are also Chu Tianxia, Li Chongzhen and the like, all of whom rushed towards the eight-winged angel who was retreating.

Suddenly, countless rules and paths around the mountain peak were densely packed, and a huge amount of spiritual power, spiritual energy, and the power of faith raged wildly.

On the side of the Terran monks, Ji Chengdao controlled the power of time taboos and was good at using a Spring and Autumn Pen.

I saw that every stroke and stroke of him fell, taking away a large amount of vitality and angel feathers, and crushing the eight-winged angel and the angel's heart into slag until it was wiped out.

Feng Yi smiled to control the power of spatial taboos, and a Fengyun Divine Sword could easily shatter the air and split the ground, all of which were not a problem.

The lethality and destructive power caused by the two are almost equal, which can be described as not to be outdone.

Among the monks present, only the power to control space and the void forbidden at the same time, with a single pair of iron fists to defeat a group of eight-winged angels invincible opponents, can be compared to the two.

Even Kun Penglie and Huang Wei, who had not burned the power of their blood, were much inferior in state and lethality to the three of them at this time.

At this time, Chu Tianxia's overlord gun, Li Chongzhen's three-foot Qingfeng, Ji Zi's Yinzhuo, and Jiang Yufei's fire fist are also constantly interpreting the horror of overlord-level characters when they are mad.

Waves of terrifying attacks are surging and burying a group of eight-winged angels.

At this time, the high-end combat power of the Terran side led the team to charge, and they all fought with all their strength, directly killing a group of eight-winged angels everywhere.

The hundreds of eight-winged angels who were originally determined to be obtained, at this time, the angel's heart was completely broken.

The Terrans had just said that they would start fighting, and in the blink of an eye, they swarmed up.

A group of eight-winged angels simply don't have enough time to chant magic spells, let alone cast magical holy arts.

All they could do was hurriedly cast their defensive magic shields, and then they all turned into birds and beasts and scattered, trying to distance themselves between them.

It's a pity that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

At this time, hundreds of eight-winged angels only cared about escaping for their lives, and there was still the slightest formation to speak of.

Silver Moon Wufeng burst out with its own qi that was comparable to that of a sub-god, and the main purpose was not to kill the enemy, but to warn the Luoxu and Jin Ao in the distance.

The eight-winged angel Lantian was the first to notice this strange situation, and he immediately reacted, and immediately began to gather the scattered eight-winged angels around him to come closer to him.

At this time, hundreds of eight-winged angels had already been stunned by the terrifying combat power that suddenly erupted from the human race.

Despite Lan Tian's efforts, the number of eight-winged angels gathered behind him was less than a hundred.

Nearly a hundred eight-winged angels, under the summons of the commander Lantian, were about to chant magic spells and cast magic holy arts, when suddenly an extremely dazzling sword light fell from the sky!

The sword light was fast, ruthless, and accurate, and it carried the ultimate power of the sword, and in an instant, nearly a hundred eight-winged angels were frightened and fled.

This sword, although it did not cause many casualties to Lan Tian and the other eight-winged angels, successfully interrupted the magic spells and casts they were chanting

Exhibition of magic and holy arts.

The person who slashed out this sword was Li Chongzhen, who noticed the situation here.

Originally, Bai Qi was ready to make a move himself, but his signature four swords were just like the light angels on the opposite side to perform magic holy arts, and they needed enough time to chant.

Bai Qi couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and at the same time did not forget to turn his head and thank Li Chongzhen.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Li!"

Li Chongzhen bowed his head, then pointed to the top of Bai Qi's head, and smiled heroically.

"You're welcome, junior brother, let's look at your signature four swords!"

When Lan Tian and a group of eight-winged angels heard this, they all subconsciously followed Li Chongzhen's gaze and looked above Bai Qi's head.

At this time, the four swords have already taken shape, although the four swords are different in color, but without exception, they all release terrifying energy qi!

The eight-winged angel Lantian's scalp began to tingle, and the angel feather trembled even more instinctively.

Lan Tian only had time to strengthen a defensive magic shield, and the white signature chant had already sounded.

"My name is white, and the soldiers have words."

"I have four swords, which can determine all things."

"The natural sword comes out, and one sword can cut the heavens, the earth, mountains and rivers!"

Bai Yan fell, and a white light saber above his head instantly swelled into a thousand zhang long sword.

After the Qianzhang lightsaber was formed, it immediately slashed towards Lantian and the other eight-winged angels on the opposite side.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Qi didn't give Lan Tian time to wait for the eight-winged angel at all, and he continued to chant.

"Wang Ba's sword is out, and a sword can determine the sun and the moon!"

"The killing sword is out, and one sword can kill gods and demons!"

"The sword of all living beings comes out, and the name of a sword is called the sword of the world!"

Yellow lightsabers, blood-colored lightsabers, and black lightsabers rose from the ground one after another, and the three thousand-zhang lightsabers almost came out together, and one sword was even more powerful than the other!

Bai Qi's signature four swords are actually the most suitable for large army battles, and now they can only be regarded as a small test.

But in the eyes of the eight-winged angel leader Lantian, he didn't think so.

Although he had strength close to the sub-god level, the four swords of Bai Qi slashed down, and it almost scared his angelic guts.

After Bai Qi slashed the four swords, the powerful Lantian looked like he was fine.

It's just that there are nearly a hundred eight-winged angels gathered behind him, and at this time, there are only more than twenty strong people left, who are still around him.

The rest of the eight-winged angels, or those who died under the four giant lightsabers, have long since disappeared.

Or the angel broke his wings, was seriously injured and dying, and was accompanied by the angel feathers flying in the sky, and fell to the earth below.

The eight-winged angel leader Lan Tian was furious at this time, and in his eyes that had been staring at Bai Qi, his anger was about to burn the Nine Heavens.

When he wanted to rely on his own cultivation to become strong, but wanted to be ill-intentioned towards the latter, two long and untimely laughter suddenly came.

Lantian quietly stopped his right foot, which was about to be raised, and saw two men with restrained and chic spirits, coming hand in hand.

Lan Tian and a group of eight-winged angels behind him suddenly frowned slightly.

It's just that in their spiritual power perception, two powerful spiritual forces are intertwined and swirling with each other, covering them at an extremely fast speed.

Lan Tian suddenly flapped his angel wings and flew backwards at great speed while shouting.

"It's not good, get back!

Damn the Terran Formation Mage, this is the power of the formation!

We have been fooled, this group of lowly Terran ants is by no means idle.

With this bit of strength of ours, we are no match for them at all! ”

With their own alertness and speed advantages, Lantian and the others successfully escaped, and Zhuge Kongming and Dongfang Mengde jointly performed the Tai Chi Liangyi Formation.

Lan Tian, who was lucky enough to escape, secretly released his powerful spiritual power and quietly swept across the entire battlefield.

At this time, the five hundred eight-winged angels under his command were killed by this group of Terran monks, and there was not much left.

Lan Tian, who roughly found out the battle situation, sighed helplessly in his heart, he could only accept this cruel reality.

Knowing that the general situation was gone, he didn't even dare to call the other eight-winged angels under his command to retreat.

He could only silently

Turned, burst out of his own speed and left.

From the time Lantian appeared to the time he left, he never made a move against the Terran monks.

With Lantian's strength close to the sub-god level, it was not that he didn't want to make a move, but that he didn't dare to act rashly at all.

It's just because of the silver-haired man who has been floating in the air and towering like a mountain on the top of the mountain opposite.

Although Yinyue Wufeng has always locked Lantian's qi engine, he doesn't know for what purpose, he has never made a move against this angel who is close to the sub-god level.

The eight-winged angel led Lantian to escape, and the remaining eight-winged angels seemed to be pardoned.

At this time, they followed the same example, directly threw down their opponents, turned around and ran one by one.

In order to escape for their lives, they even did not hesitate to carry the final blow of the Terran monks.

A group of eight-winged angels, accompanied by the falling angel feathers, burned the hearts of angels in exchange for fleeing into the distance at great speed.

At this time, a group of eight-winged angels fully exploited their racial advantages as the Angels of Light.

The monks of all the heavens and universes know that the angel of light is extremely fast and alone in the world, and there is no match for it.

What's more, this is a group of eight-winged angels who can be comparable to the Great Perfection of the Demigod Realm of all races, and burn the hearts of angels, and are bent on escaping.

Even the monks who controlled the forbidden power, such as Ji Chengdao, Feng Yixiao, and Zhan Ao, could only shake their heads and sigh helplessly at this time, watching them quickly disappear from view.

Kun Penglie, who was shaking his head and sighing, suddenly laughed.

"Haha, count the lives of your birds!

If that Inhuman kid were here, he wouldn't be able to run away with any of you birdmen!

Whether you birdmen can fly into the sky or hide in the void, custody can take you all! ”

As soon as Kun Penglie's words fell, he was smug when he suddenly sensed an indifferent gaze cast from the top of the mountain.

When Kun Penglie looked back at the top of the mountain, the towering figure of the silver moon had slowly disappeared.