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His response was no more clever, the wind dragon that had been greatly consumed by the light ball had been greatly consumed, and although the light mask of the collision was constantly rippling, it was no longer able to break through the light mask. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The little fox let out a soft cry of dissatisfaction, and opened its small mouth again, this time, the number of wind dragons spit out had nearly doubled, and there were ten wind dragons, and they also spread out strangely, finding different targets.

Billy Lanka raised his eyebrows, and a series of light balls were smashed out, but this time the target was not all the wind dragons, but only a few more important people to guard. Among the many papal people present, although there were many sacrifices present, there were not many who had reached the holy rank in strength, except for Bishop Visa of ancient Cassia, there was another archbishop in the same costume as him. In addition, there are six priests in strange costumes, looking at the light magic they transmit, they are actually much stronger than those two archbishops, thinking about it, it should be the secret staff of the Holy See. These six people are also the key protection objects of Billy Lanka. As for the other bishops or sacrifices, they can only be sacrificed.

Seeing that Billy Lanka once again protected the eight people, the little fox also had the heart to win, and with its soft roar, wind dragons that were more than ten feet long continued to appear, and frantically rushed towards those strong light sacrifices. And Billy Lanka kept giving them the protection of light, and at the same time, he continued to use the light ball to consume the power of the wind dragon, and one man and one beast had a lot of fun.

I seized the opportunity to slay the lower-ranking priests and the swordsmen who could get out of the way of the griffins of light. For those swordsmen who didn't get in the way, I chose to ignore them. I don't know if this will stop the success of the Summoning Angel Ceremony, but that's all there is to do for now.

As the rituals continued to decrease, so did the pillars of light infused into the summoning scrolls. Suddenly, a drastic change suddenly appeared, and the six-pointed star's absorption of the pillar of light suddenly stopped, and immediately after, all the sacrificial bodies involved in the input of light magic began to tremble unnaturally. I was slightly startled, and I felt that there were wisps of invisible soul energy on their bodies, which were constantly sucked away by the scroll.

Billiraka was shocked, and then he realized why His Majesty the Pope had repeatedly instructed him not to input his magic into the scroll before he set out. It turns out that this scroll of summoning angels can not be opened only by relying on the magic of the light system, but also requires the sacrifice of life.

I breathed a sigh of relief, although I couldn't stop the Seraphim from coming, at least, I already knew that the summoning of Seraphim could not be done by relying on light energy alone. In this way, the Holy See will naturally have a lot of scruples about using it. Otherwise, the strength of the Holy See is all over the continent, and the light sacrifices are even more numerous, if I can wantonly summon angels to help, then my troubles will definitely be endless.

Billy Lanka suddenly shouted, "Cut!"

I was wondering what he was chopping when several white-clothed swordsmen suddenly jumped up from their mounts, their crosses of light in their hands and a howling wind, beckoning to their mounts. Then, without hesitation, he surrounded the phalanx on his side and cut down all the bright griffins that were no longer ridden. It's a pity that these bright griffins were domesticated in the first place, and they didn't know how to resist at all, so they just stopped in the air and waited for death. And their remaining soul power was also sucked away by the summoning scroll.

Naturally, they did this in the hope of replacing the Light Swordsman with a Light Griffin, thereby reducing unnecessary casualties. The people in front of him in front of him, the weakest one is also at the level of a sword master, and any one of them will not be unknown if they go to the big continent. Moreover, the Bright Griffin is also of the Light system, and its soul power is suitable for being used to open the gates of the Heavenly Realm.

The scroll finally brought up a white pillar of light and disappeared into the sky, and with the disappearance of the six-pointed star, the seraphim finally appeared in front of me.

This is a male angel surnamed him, about 1.8 meters tall, with a marble-like hard face, and a handful of blond hair scattered in front of his forehead, adding a bit of cynical casualness to him. Three pairs of wide but very coordinated wings flapped softly behind him, and he was not wearing strong armor, but a casual swordsman's suit, a long sword like a broken piece of iron, lightly pinched in his hand. The momentum on his body was not inferior to that of Farit just now, and the remaining light swordsmen who had suppressed trembled slightly along with Billy Lanka.

"Falit, ha, I feel the breath of Falit. Where? Tell me, where is the damn Falit?" After appearing, he just took a comfortable breath of the air on the continent, and immediately his face changed drastically, and he roared.

"Honorable Divine Envoy, if you are talking about a six-winged fallen angel, then I can only regret to tell you that he was just severely injured by the man in front of him, and then fled the continent, and should have returned to the Demon Realm. Billy Lanka said respectfully.

"No way, Farit is my opponent, how can he be defeated by a human man. Don't you know what kind of punishment you will get for lying to the high-ranking Protoss?" Seraphim Sen glanced at Billy Lanka coldly and said fiercely.

"Your Excellency the Divine Envoy, I am Cardinal Billy Lanka of the Holy See, and I am the most faithful believer of His Majesty the God of Light. I swear by my soul that I did see this heretic in front of me defeat a Serap. It is precisely because we are powerless to deal with him that we have to seek the help of the Divine Messenger. Billy Lanka said humbly.

"Cardinal of the Holy See?" Seraphim muttered to himself, "So, it's true." Defeat the human powerhouse of Falit, tell me, your name, and you will gain the respect of Samori from me, Seraphim. ”

After the angel came, I stopped and watched their conversation coldly, while silently recovering my true qi, and the little fox also stayed quietly on my shoulder. The Seraphim in front of him is undoubtedly much more interesting than the arrogant four-winged angel last time. And the outfit on his body and the long sword like a broken piece of iron in his hand also made me feel a little vigilant. Being able to abandon the glitz, just this point, he put a little more pressure on me.

"Terran, Dragon Lonely Sky. I replied nonchalantly.

"Long Gutian, I don't think I've heard this name somewhere. Strange, how can I know the name of a human race?" Samonrui muttered to himself in confusion, but immediately he suddenly realized, and said angrily: "You are the dragon Gutian who badly injured Arina, damn it, don't you know that beautiful women are meant to hurt?"

I couldn't have imagined that there would be such a different species in the Protoss, and that they could say such a punchy word to their enemies. The Arina he spoke of was probably the four-winged angel who was seriously injured by me.

"Damn, you actually put such a heavy hand, don't you know that you pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?" Sa Mengrui was furious, with a sad look on his face, and scolded: "Just look at your appearance, you will know that no woman will definitely like you." (No way, the battle with Farit had already left me in rags and embarrassed, and it wasn't out of place for him to say so.) But, even so, you can't give up on yourself, let alone do anything to hurt a beautiful woman! Oh my God! I almost went after Arina, and you ruined me. You're so ......."

"I said, it seems reasonable that you should have slashed me with your broken piece of iron now. I finally couldn't hold it anymore and interjected. You know, although I do need time to recover my true qi now, it is very difficult for me to listen to the guy on the other side scolding.

Samonrui's face turned pale, the cynicism just now suddenly disappeared, he glanced at me calmly, and said coldly: "Are you really sure that you can still do it with me now?"

I smiled indifferently and said, "It seems that you came to the Terran Continent just to cut me." Why bother talking nonsense about how to fight? Otherwise, wouldn't the manpower of these Holy See be dead in vain?" swept the people of the Holy See over there, and when they appeared, it was a neat phalanx of bright griffins, but now, there were only about a dozen people left. The others, including the two archbishops, either died at the hands of me and the little fox, or were summoned by the scroll to absorb the power of the soul.

Samonrui smiled coldly and said, "With your current strength, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop even one round of my attacks." I can't stay on the mainland for long, I originally saw that you defeated Falit, so I wanted to waste some time casually, and save it for the end to give you a chance to fight for your life. But since you are in a hurry to die, then I can only fulfill you. ”

I smiled dumbly and said, "Then what do you think is strength?"

Samonrui said coldly: "Strength is strength. "With a wave of the broken iron in my hand, my body has already struck me like a hurricane.

"Strength?" I smiled coldly and said secretly: Then I'll let you know what it means to overcome rigidity with softness. In the face of his offensive that was like the overwhelming power of Mount Tai (relative to the true qi in my body now), the dragon edge in my hand met it like lightning, but when it came into contact, the true qi was pulled one by one, and the huge force on his sword was cut into a shadowless and invisible.

"Huh!" a hint of surprise flashed on Samonrui's face, the opponent's fighting qi was obviously far worse than his own, but just now, he not only received his own sword head-on, but also gave himself a feeling of being completely unable to focus. If it weren't for the fact that he had saved some strength, he would inevitably have suffered a small loss this time. He suddenly became interested, his figure paused slightly, and with a wave of his long sword, he slashed at it with a heavy sword, the golden light on the sword shone, and the fighting spirit was a little stronger.

(To be continued)