"Can't wait any longer."

Looking at the sky, Wang Yu, who was killing like crazy, and the clansmen who were constantly falling.

Yi Wushuang clenched his fists, ready to fight to the death.

Under the effect of the robe of equality of all beings, he should now be the number one master in the entire Winged Human Race.

Fight to the death!

Wang Yu is right, he has already laid a net.

And all the while, his aura has been locked on him.

He certainly won't be able to run.

So he never thought of running away.

He was also waiting for Wang Yu to weaken.

At that time, he still has the possibility of defeating Wang Yu.

However, after fighting for so long, Wang Yu's spiritual power seemed to be endless.

And Wang Yu didn't take the initiative to shoot at him, looking confident.

Prove that he has this self-confidence.

Let's fight!

Taking advantage of the fact that the ancestors and Tianjiao in the clan are not dead.

"Guided by blood, God's suit, now!"

Wing Wushuang slashed through the palm of his hand, blood flowed out, turning into a bloody arrow and soaring into the sky.

The clouds swirled and turned into a golden vortex.

"Woohoo"

Pieces of golden equipment flew down from it and wore them on Wing Mushuang's body.

There are armor, wrist pads, knee pads, helmets, masks.

Even the wings of the Wings have turned into golden metallic colors.

"Drink!"

With a soft snort, his wings turned into twelve.

Twelve-winged people, this is a legend that only exists in ancient times.

Wing Wushuang held a golden stick in his hand, his body bloomed with brilliant golden light, and the twelve wings trembled, and he was very sky.

Wang Yu and even the Winged Human Clan masters in the sky were attracted to him for the first time.

After all, the power of Wing Wushuang's explosion is too terrifying.

Not only Wang Yu and those Ancestor Tianjiao, but also those civilians of the Winged Human Clan all looked up at him.

That's the sun in their hearts.

is their only hope.

The battle on Wang Yu's side also stopped, and the ancestors flew behind Wing Wushuang, while Wang Yu stood in the void with his sword in his hand.

Blood slipped from the tip of his sword, and a blood-colored aura was wrapped around his entire body.

Wang Yu was already crazy at this time.

At the same time, I also felt the loneliness of the master.

These people are so rubbish and too unchallenging.

Although the killing like chopping melons and vegetables is very cool, it is also a little numb to kill too much.

He wanted someone who could fight him for a few rounds, so that he could hone his swordsmanship and experience the thrill of battle.

And Wing Wushuang is this person.

A smile appeared on his face, and there seemed to be a glint in his eyes:

"Just let me take a look, the so-called first day pride of your winged human race, can you take a few tricks from me."

"Arrogance!"

Wearing the suit of the gods, Tsubasa felt the immense power and burst with confidence.

He even felt that with the assistance of many masters of the Winged Human Race, he had the possibility of defeating Wang Yu.

After all, although Wang Yu is still alive and well, he has been fighting for a long time, and his spiritual power must have been exhausted.

It's just that he hasn't reached that point yet, and once he does, he will have a weak follow-up.

At that time, it will be his time of death.

"Gate of Heaven!"

Wing Wushuang rotated the golden stick in his hand, and terrifying spiritual power exploded, and a huge portal appeared behind him, on which various angel totems were depicted.

The Taoist gods are falling.

The winged people bowed their respects.

"Click!"

The door slowly opened, and lightwinged angels flew out of it.

They flapped their wings, and their bodies were full of divine breath, as if they were gods from the divine realm.

Behind Wang Yu, a large number of golden flying swords appeared.

It's a crazy output to the angels.

However, at this time, Wang Yu's flying sword was no longer as tearing apart as before.

Three little angels in a group, a trinity, condense the light shield, easy to resist.

Later, you can also change your position, shoot together, and shoot a beam to counterattack.

Wang Yu swung his sword and easily swept away a beam of light that shot over, and a beam of light flashed sideways.

His body is like the wind, elegant as dust, and he can easily dodge.

"There's something weird about this energy!"

Feeling the power of the beam, Wang Yu was slightly surprised.

It was the first time he had come into contact with this power.

The corners of Wing Wushuang's mouth showed a smug smile.

The Winged Terran elders glanced at each other, and their faces also showed joy.

Wang Yu was destroyed in one move before, but now the myth has finally been broken.

He's not invincible, is he?

The set of gods, this is the strongest heritage of their winged people, and it is also a treasure.

There is the power of God in it.

With the blessing of this god costume, Wing Musou not only greatly increased his strength, but also could use many powerful secret techniques.

Maybe

They can really kill Wang Yu!

Wang Yu's eyes flashed with light.

Parsing is complete.

The Tai Chi True Sutra in the body was running, and in the sky, a large number of qi swords appeared again.

"Humph! Silly! ”

Yi Wushuang and the others sneered disdainfully.

Fang Cai Wang Yu's attack had failed.

He wanted to try again.

How?

Could it be that a miracle will happen this time?

Is it really Xuanyuan Sword Qi, is the world invincible?

"Woohoo blah blah."

When the flying sword collided with the shield, it did not bounce off as before.

The flying sword actually penetrated the light shield, and it passed through it very easily.

An angel was pierced through the chest, turned into a little light, and vanished.

"This"

Yi Wushuang and the others were dumbfounded.

What's the situation?

Died so easily?

Wang Yu's flying sword just now obviously can't be worn through!

"Woohoo"

The flying sword was pouring like a torrential rain, and it was a frenzied shot at the angels.

A large number of angels vanished as points of light.

Although there were still angels flying out of the Heavenly Gate, it was still impossible to resist the harvest of Wang Yu's flying sword.

With the stroke of Wang Yu's fingertips, the flying sword formed a killing array, like a meat grinder, and launched a crazy strangulation against the angel.

"How is that possible? How is this possible? ”

Yi Wushuang was a little out of shape at this time, he couldn't understand it!

Obviously, the angels successfully resisted Wang Yu's flying sword!

Why is it so vulnerable now?

He has lost his temper, and those ancestors are even more out of shape.

And the ordinary people.

This is what they regard as a god!

How come in front of Wang Yu, there is no trace of resistance ability?

"Off!"

After a brief moment of consternation, Tsubasa chose to close the gates of heaven.

It doesn't make sense anymore.

No matter how many angels are summoned, they will only be tortured and killed by Wang Yu.

His consumption must be greater than Wang Yu's.

At this time, a sense of powerlessness arose in Yi Wushuang's heart.

Wang Yu is so strong.

He is keen, and he has already discovered some clues.

The energy of Wang Yu's flying swords was almost the same as that used by the angels.

Can he replicate someone else's energy?

Isn't that scary?

(End of chapter)