There are really angels in this world, Hou Yi is still skeptical, but the holy power is a very strange power, except for believing that God really exists, Hou Yi can't think of any other better reason.

Wind never knew angels, and when the Holy See described the existence of such creatures, he was still sealed at the bottom of Bermuda by the Silent Array, but the angels of light summoned by Trun showed great strength, and Wind Congsheng's desire to fight was unprecedentedly high.

"Hou Yi, you come or I'll come!" Feng Congsheng was not in a hurry to make a move, but turned his head and asked Hou Yi.

"Let's come with me!Old Feng, you might as well deal with those thirty guys who formed a formation, I think they are defending with all their might, if they don't break the formation, I'm afraid it won't be too easy to kill this guy with wings!" Hou Yi pointed to the thirty white-clothed priests, after the baptism of the Heavenly Fist just now, these people have almost recovered to their best state, and now under the protection of the light angels, they are all in good spirits, putting on a posture of sworn resistance.

"Why are you here, I've been holding back for a long time, it's rare to have such a weighty enemy?" Feng Congsheng complained dissatisfiedly.

Hou Yi said with a smile: "But Lao Feng, you have already made a move in the Vatican, so you should give me this opportunity anyway!

Feng Congsheng waved his hand: "Forget it, your spiritual sense is terrifyingly strong now, and you will lose when you play guessing boxing, but it's okay, next time there will be a powerful guy, but it will belong to me!"

"No questions!"

When the two of them were arguing about who to shoot, the huge angel of light stopped quietly in the air, did not make any move, its eyes stared straight ahead, empty and godless, this thing did not have its own consciousness? Hou Yi looked at the sluggish Tren, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Although the energy of the light angel is strong enough to compete with a cultivator in the Merge Stage, fighting a puppet without his own consciousness is not a reality to be happy about.

"Bishop Tren, why don't you make a move?" Hou Yi said to Tren with a smile: "If you don't make the first move, then we will take the lead!" said and slowly flew towards the statue-like light angel, and Feng Congsheng also flew towards the defensive array formed by the white-clothed priests again, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Tren didn't speak, he just tried his best to control the angel of light, just as Hou Yi imagined, this very powerful angel of light was just a puppet without consciousness, if the staff of the angel could be fully exerted, it could summon a seraphim, and it could also have some faint consciousness, in that case, there would definitely be no problem in dealing with the Eastern cultivator in front of him, but now...... Tren is still not confident!

"The Holy Light Shield is fully open, and the energy is infused!" Seeing Hou Yi slowly approaching, Tren also gave up the idea of negotiating, the current situation is going to be a fight anyway, if he doesn't flee without a fight, the Pope will definitely punish the death of the twenty-two paladins.

The round shield in the left hand of the Angel of Light suddenly had white light rotating around the edge of the shield, and spread to the entire round shield in an instant, making the original golden shield pure white, more metallic, and at the same time, the thin sword in the right hand also glowed with white light, and the sword body was dazzling and full of deterrence.

After blessing the holy power to the shield and sword, Tren controlled the light angel to take a battle posture, to control this puppet does not need physical strength, only need to use the mind, so as long as Tren can react, the light angel can also react, and there is no difference from him doing it himself.

"Is this an energy body?" Hou Yi was already close to the vigilant light angel, he ignored the threat of the light saber after the energy infusion, and actually circled around the light angel to observe carefully.

"This is a great angel, not some energy body!" Tren said weakly, he couldn't tolerate Hou Yi's arrogant attitude, and finally decided to make a move.

The angel of light stabbed a sword at Hou Yi who turned to him like lightning, and the white holy power shot out from the tip of the sword with a whistling sound, Hou Yi made a good time to one side, let the holy power and the light saber pass by his body, and then leaned back, and avoided the sweeping sword.

"If I'm not mistaken, as long as you kill Bishop Tren, this light angel will naturally return to your staff......" Hou Yi's unhurried voice came into Tren's ears, making him immediately nervous, and the light angel also returned to Tren, raised the holy light shield, and guarded as if facing a great enemy: "But don't worry about Bishop Tren, before I defeat this puppet, I will definitely not attack you first, my words count!" Hou Yi then added, and then hooked his finger defiantly at Trun, signaling to let the light angel let the horse go.

At the same time, Feng Congsheng also came to the side of the white-clothed priests again, smiling evilly at these poor fellows, the white-clothed priests have long been frightened by his powerful power, they have only dealt with werewolves and vampires before, under the innate restraint of the holy power, as long as these dark creatures are a little lower-level, they can only face the end of vanishing, the long-term overwhelming victory has already made these priests forget the taste of defeat, and now in the face of an unprecedentedly powerful enemy in the east, they have finally re-experienced the taste of fear and defeat。

"Poor fellows, you can only stay here and be beaten and afraid, look at your cardinal, how majestic!" Wind smiled shamefully and raised his right fist that lingered with black light, and slammed it into the defensive aperture.

The white-clothed priests immediately noticed that this attack was more powerful than any before Feng Congsheng, this huge fist slammed into the defensive circle like a train, and the mountain-like oppression made everyone shake greatly, and the milky white aperture immediately collapsed in a radius of several meters, and in the closest place to the collapse, the two priests spurted blood, and the person also lost consciousness and floated in the space created by the holy power. Although the man is unconscious, he does not fall.

Tren had already rekindled his hope because of the appearance of the Angel of Light, but at this time, he was beaten back by Feng Congsheng's punch.

"Bishop Tren, frankly speaking, the Angel Staff is really good, at least its power surprised us too, but unfortunately, the people who use it are too weak, don't you think it's a sadness to continue to keep it in your hands?" Hou Yi said to Tren with a smile, Tren was once again shrouded in disappointment, and the light angel didn't seem to be enough to stop the Eastern cultivator, and he began to control the hollow-eyed light angel to attack continuously.

"Your control is so poor, Bishop Tren!" Hou Yi continued, "the angel's movements are as fast as the mind is, right? Unfortunately, your mind is limited by your eyes, because your eyes can only follow my movements, so it is useless!" In the full sky, Hou Yi is at ease, the sword of the Angel of Light can only follow behind him, as he said, Tren can only control the direction of the Angel of Light's next move according to his body movement, as a cardinal who has been accustomed to using long-range attacks, it is too difficult to make Tren adapt to Hou Yi's unpredictable movements.

However, Tren still gritted his teeth and insisted, the light angel's sword was like a sword chasing Hou Yi's shadow, under Hou Yi's reminder, Tren also changed the way of attacking, the light angel's moves were no longer regular, but began to be chaotic, which made Hou Yi a little admired, it seems that Tren is not stupid, but although the light angel's moves are not regular, how can this street hooligan fight move enter Hou Yi's eyes?

"Bishop Tren, why should you resist? I promise you that if you are willing to give me the Staff of the Angel, I promise you to return to the Vatican, and so will your men!" Seeing that the angel of light was struck by another sword like lightning, Hou Yi no longer dodged, and did not see him move, but his right hand suddenly appeared under the light sword, and he only supported a sword full of holy power with his palm, this action is adding a basis for force to persuade him to surrender, even if you summon the light angel who thinks he is powerful, it will not add much protection to his life.

Tren continuously controlled the light angel to increase the power of the sword, but the endless holy power did not play a role in Hou Yi's palm, and even the skin on the palm of his hand did not break a little.

"Don't give up yet!" The corners of Hou Yi's mouth flashed with mockery, and his left fist carried a ray of streamer light and slammed on the light angel's lower abdomen, even though the light angel was a pure energy body, under this earth-shattering punch, it was also hit and curled up like a shrimp, countless points of white light escaped from it, and its light suddenly dimmed, at the same time, the screams rang out again and again, and the defensive aura laid by the white-clothed priests burst like a soap bubble, and the light angels who provided them with holy power support were hit hard, and naturally they were implicated。

Blood spilled from the corner of Tren's mouth, and he was connected to the light angel, so he was injured with the light angel, looking at Hou Yi, who could defeat the light angel with just his body, he was completely desperate.

"The holy weapon must not be sent out of my hands, if you want to, take my life first!" Tren did not wipe away the blood, but his despair aroused his pride: "Heaven is waiting for me, I am not afraid of death, it is impossible for me to betray!"

"Amen!" the white-clad priests, who were still sober, also expressed their determination to see death as if they were at home,