"Haven't you surrendered?"

Wang Yu looked at these people, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was huge: "You Winged Human Race, do you really want to be exterminated?" ”

At this time, many people's hearts began to waver.

Even those who were going to die with Wang Yu before, at this time, they actually had a feeling of wanting to surrender.

It's too strong.

The power displayed by Wang Yu was far beyond their comprehension.

Despair! Impotence!

In front of Wang Yu, they felt that they did not have the slightest ability to resist.

He could use the power of God.

Is he God?

If he is God, then it does not seem to be a shame to surrender to Him.

They themselves are God's servants.

"Arrogance!"

Yi Wushuang clenched the golden stick in his hand, the matter had come to this point, and he could only fight to the end.

Twelve-winged wings vibrated and he burst into the sky, terrifying power rushing towards him frantically.

His whole being was enveloped in golden energy.

"One hundred and eight thousand arrows."

A large number of feather arrows turned into golden torrents and rushed towards Wang Yu.

The unicorn phantom appeared, enveloping Wang Yu in it.

"Woohoo"

These feathered arrows have extremely strong piercing energy, and after a while, the Qilin Phantom appeared to be damaged.

The Xuanwu shield appeared, easily resisting.

In terms of offensive means, Wang Yu didn't dare to say that there were many, but when it came to defensive means, he recognized the second, and now I'm afraid that no one dares to admit the first for the time being.

No way, he was too afraid to die.

"Huh?"

Just as Wang Yu was about to taunt him, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to condense the shield of the mysterious person.

"Boom!"

The loud sound was deafening, and terrifying waves of energy swept the infinite feather arrows away.

Yi Wushuang actually hid in the torrent of feather arrows and took the opportunity to sneak attack Wang Yu.

The golden rod and shield burst out of the flames.

Wang Yu looked at Yi Wushuang a little helplessly, but still mocked: "That's it?"

The corners of Wing Wushuang's mouth also sneered.

He flipped and charged and smashed a stick, and Wang Yu's face changed slightly.

The force of this blow is obviously much greater than that.

This is followed by the third, fourth, and fifth sticks.

With each blow blown, the power of the attack is doubled.

The power on Wing Wushuang's body has also been greatly enhanced.

"Click!"

After the eighth combo, a crack finally appeared in the mystery man's shield.

"Bang!"

After the ninth blow, the shield shattered completely.

Wang Yu resisted with the Xuanyuan Sword.

"Bell!"

When the sword and the stick touched, a clear groan rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Oh?"

Wang Yu's face showed a slight surprise.

Fighting hard with the Xuanyuan sword, this stick turned out to be fine.

"Drink!"

Wing Wushuang's body erupted with great power, and the golden stick also bloomed with dazzling light at this time.

He landed his tenth combo.

"Boom!"

Wang Yu frowned slightly, and the power on the stick had already made him a little struggling.

He forced his body to steady, and did not move back.

Now he has accumulated invincible power, and once he moves back, his momentum is gone.

In addition, the attacks of the Wing Musou are like ocean waves, layered on top of each other, and once you take a step back, then you will be constantly suppressed.

Wing Wushuang rushed into the sky, the twelve-winged wings opened, and the mighty spiritual power gathered.

A giant angelic phantom enveloped him, and he blasted his eleventh blow.

Wang Yu still chooses to be tough and tough.

There is no splendid spiritual skill, and there is no unparalleled might.

Wang Yu held the sword in one hand, and a strange energy rippled around him.

Yi Wushuang smashed down with a blow, and his complexion immediately changed.

He felt like he hadn't hit the real thing, as if he had smashed into a quagmire.

His power was unloaded in one fell swoop.

At this time, around Wang Yu, there seemed to be an invisible whirlpool, constantly absorbing his power.

"I resisted!"

I have to say that for onlookers, the visual impact of the picture now is too powerful.

Wing Wushuang blasted out a blow with a huge angel, and then Wang Yu used his small body to hold the sword in one hand and easily blocked.

"Humph!"

Wang Yu snorted lightly, raised his arm slightly, and actually bounced the angel away.

"Ah———— you help me!"

Wing Wushuang raised his head to the sky and roared, rushing into the sky again.

The ancestors sealed their hands and struck out one after another spiritual power, blessing the wings of the unequaled.

Wing Musou is about to strike the twelfth and final blow.

This is purely on his own, and he can't do it even with the God's Suit.

So he needs the blessing of external forces.

Wang Yu looked up and stood quietly, not making any extra moves.

The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a faint smile hung on him, confident and confident.

It doesn't seem to be a terrible blow at all.

And it seems that he still wants to be positive.

He just wanted to completely shatter the pride of the Winged Humans, make them feel hopeless, and make them not have any thoughts of resisting.

So as to obediently become his food and contribute delicious wings to him.

In the sky, a magnificent palace phantom appeared.

Infinite power blesses the wings.

The light on his body was restrained, and it seemed to attach a thick layer of gold to him.

On the golden stick, various mysterious divine inscriptions appeared, and they shone brightly and dazzlingly.

"Wang Yu! Your time of death has come. ”

Wing Wushuang's voice was loud and loud, as if the gods of the sky were judging the ants.

His eyes were cold and contemptuous, as if he didn't take Wang Yu in his eyes.

At this moment, the wings are unequaled, and they have reached a mysterious realm.

"The pearl of rice grains, dare to compete with the bright moon?"

The tip of Wang Yu's sword turned, and in an instant, the dragon groaned.

Surrounded by golden dragon shadows, Wang Yu is like a dragon god.

In his body, there was already a large amount of dragon blood, which was prepared for Guo Jing by the mysterious powerhouse.

It was just got by him.

Now he has obtained half of Guo Jing's origin power, and has completely fused the dragon blood and the dragon god battle armor.

Now he is more complete than Guo Jing before.

"Suffer death!"

In the sky, Wing Wushuang finished accumulating his strength, and from top to bottom, he slashed down at Wang Yu.

And at this moment, Wang Yu did something that made everyone's jaws drop.

He actually put away the Xuanyuan Sword.

What's the situation?

Is he looking for death?

He drew a circle with his hands, surrounded by dragon shadows.

"Look for death!"

Although I don't know what kind of nerves Wang Yu has.

But that's for the best.

He's dead.

Yi Wushuang squeezed the power in his body again, and smashed it towards Wang Yu with a stick.

This time there were no giant angels, and there was no majesty.

Compress!

Wing Musou compressed all the energy into his body, turning it into the strongest blow.

It's almost the same way to play.

Powerful energy also needs a carrier, and this energy is far beyond the limit that Wing Wushuang's body can withstand now.

His meridians, even his bones, were broken.

However, for this, Wing Musou doesn't matter anymore.

As long as he can kill Wang Yu, no matter how much he pays, even if he dies, he will not hesitate to do it.

(End of chapter)