On the rooftop.

Pang Xie held the dragon yin sword, looked at Li Wenjian coldly, stood upright, the long sword in front of him, just like the legendary swordsman, crossed into reality, shook his wrist, and shook out a bright sword circle, no matter where Li Wenji's sword blade stabbed from, as long as it was a little next to the sword circle, it was led elsewhere.

Dressed in a red robe stained with orangutan blood, he held a replica of the holy sword "Durandel", a pair of silver-white wings waved behind him, exuding silver brilliance in all directions, and his body was three feet above the ground, like a legendary angel in the Church of the Lord of Radiance.

Angels vs. swordsmen, magic vs. swordsmanship, if anyone can see this battle, they will definitely suspect that either they are crazy, or the whole world is crazy!

It's a pity that the two sides are fighting on the rooftop of the building, and there is not even a spectator nearby.

Scold!

Pang Xie jumped out, and the sword circles around him floated forward together, one by one on the cross sword in Li Wenji's hand.

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to attack after dozens of rounds of sword drawing between the two sides.

As a bishop of the Glorious Bishop's See, Li Wenji's secret paladin swordsmanship is also well practiced, and he did not hesitate at the moment, holding the sword in both hands, striding forward, stabbing forward, and slamming his whole body forward together.

He thought very simply, since swordsmanship couldn't take advantage, he simply relied on the advantage of equipment and directly crushed him, anyway, Pang Xie couldn't hurt him.

Practice has proved that Li Wenjian is still too naïve, if rampage is so useful, then what else do you need swordsmanship?

Pang Xie swung his sword with his right hand, circling countless sword circles, layer upon layer of sword circles, pressing down the cross sword in Li Wenchuan's hand, and swinging his fist with his left hand, smashing it into his face.

As the layers of sword circles were entangled, Li Wen gradually only felt that the cross sword in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, as if something was wrapped around the sword, but when he looked down, there was nothing on the long sword, and even the sword blade rarely intersected with Pang Xie's Dragon Yin Sword, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

In fact, if Li Wen knew swordsmanship, he would know that this was an extremely exquisite swordsmanship technique, and he felt that the cross sword was getting heavier and heavier, not because the sword had really become heavier, but because his own strength was constantly in conflict with himself under the traction of the dragon yin sword.

Bang!

A punch slammed into Li Wenji's face, and the milky white light film resurfaced, blocking Pang Xie's fist out.

"Heresy, there is no flaw in Durandel's guardianship. Although Li Wenji's tone was arrogant, he was a little angry, and he was only beaten and did not fight back, although he would not be injured, it was also a depressing thing.

"There may be no flaws in this sword, but you must have!" replied Ponsie coldly.

Then, another punch smashed on Li Wenji's chest again, he didn't want to hurt people, he just wanted to lose, so it didn't matter where he smashed it.

Li Wen gradually became angry, and he also swung his fist, a straight punch, and smashed it straight into Pang Xie's throat.

Sonor!

With the sound of a golden stone tapping, Li Wen gradually couldn't help but gasp, feeling that his whole hand was numb with pain, and it was no longer his own, only to find that the complexion on Pang Xie's body was gradually changing, and a faint dark golden luster flashed.

King Kong is not bad for the glass body!

Pang Xie himself has already passed the first five levels of metamorphosis, whether it is muscles, bones, skin and flesh, or the five internal organs, all of them have been refined to the point where they are integrated and the gold and stone are difficult to break, and then run the "King Kong does not destroy the glass body" exercise, and the whole body is unimaginably solid.

Of course, due to the influence of the silver light on the cross sword, Pang Xie's "King Kong is not bad glass body" could not operate to the most perfect state, and even so, it was not something that Li Wen could gradually break through.

Don't say it's his fist, even if he uses an axe to chop, it may not hurt Pang Xie.

Bang!

Pang Xie didn't speak, his fist fell like raindrops, and kept smashing on Li Wenji's body, making a loud noise, as if someone was striking iron, and the milky white light film kept flashing, looking from a distance, it was like an incandescent lamp that was about to break, and the light kept flickering.

Fortunately, it was during the day, and if it was night, I was afraid that a radius of several miles would pay attention to this battle.

At the same time as Pang Xie made a move, Li Wenji's fist was not idle, either with a fist or a palm split, constantly hitting the vulnerable parts of Pang Xie's body, but his strength was too weak to hurt Pang Xie at all.

The two of them went back and forth, and they fought happily, and after a stalemate of seven or eight minutes, Pang Xie finally found that the situation was beginning to change.

Although the light film on Li Wenji's body was still tough, the brightness had decreased visibly compared to just now, and even the silver-white wings behind him gradually became illusory.

Pang Xie's heart moved, and he suddenly understood that the milky white light film on Li Wenji's body did not need energy, but this energy was filled in advance and did not need to be provided by Li Wenjian himself, and he suddenly had a realization in his heart that when the silver-white wings became completely illusory, it was when the milky white light film disappeared.

Thinking about this, Pang Xie's spirit was greatly lifted, and his fists were like mercury pouring to the ground, gradually smashing towards Li Wen in all directions, not seeking to hit the vital point, but only to consume the energy stored in the cross sword.

Bang!

After smashing more than ten punches, Li Wenjian himself also found that something was wrong, because he found that with the gradual illusion of his wings, his figure was slowly falling, and the milky white light film was getting thinner and thinner, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold out for a few more punches.

Li Wenjian finally found out that he was not only helpless against Pang Xie, but also that he might die here, his face gradually became ugly, and he wanted to leave.

However, with his ability, it is easy to think about, but it is difficult to leave!

As soon as Li Wen retreated, he found that the cross sword in his hand seemed to be entangled in something, and it was rigidly encased in the sword circle, and he tried several times in a row, but he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

With his swordsmanship, if he could drag the cross sword back, the swordsman who was afraid of the inside back then would probably have been beaten all over the place.

Bang!

As Pang Xie punched out, the milky white light film became fainter and fainter, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, and the wings behind Li Wen gradually became extremely illusory, as if they would disappear at any time.

Li Wen's heart was frightened, it was not difficult for him to retreat, as long as he gave up the cross sword, but after giving up the cross sword, the light film on his body would disappear, and he would be killed with a punch, but if he didn't give up the cross sword, he would be grinded to death sooner or later, and for a while, he was in a dilemma, and he didn't know how to choose.

Time passed in his hesitation, and with Pang Xie's heavy punch, the milky white light film flashed, and then there was a soft "pop" sound, and it disappeared, just like a broken incandescent lamp, which could no longer emit light.

"Die!"

Pang Xie snorted, his right wrist shook, and the dragon sword twisted and twisted, picking off the cross sword in Li Wenchuan's hand, after the milky white light film disappeared, the silver light on the cross sword also disappeared, and the heavy sense of threat disappeared.

The left hand clenched his fist at the same time, and smashed it towards Li Wen's face, if it hit, I am afraid that Li Wenjian can save the food money for the rest of his life.

At the moment when Pang Xie's fist was raised, Li Wen gradually fell to his knees with a "poof" and shouted loudly: "Spare your life!"