The Light War Guard Formation is indeed very powerful. This kind of formation that can multiply the amplitude of the attack may only be available in ancient temples similar to the Church of Light...
However, although the attack was affected by the amplitude, the gap widened by the realm is far from being narrowed by this alone...
Sen Han's sword was like the heat of a furnace. In an instant, it completely melted away the seemingly surging holy light sword light...
After breaking the sticky Saint Dou Qi on the leader's body, the "Long Locking" sword scabbard remained unabated and hit his chest heavily...
"Pfft."
Twelve streaks of blood were flying in the void. Before the twelve knights in bright armor had time to throw a recovery spell on themselves, the darkness that invaded their minds made them fall into a coma in a moment, and they fell limply.
Fell asleep in the courtyard...
He shook the "Long Lock" casually, stretched out the cold sword a few times, and gradually disappeared. Looking at the ashen-faced Saint Peter, Liu Feng chuckled and said, "It's your turn to take action."
"Humph, you are indeed worthy of being a saint..." St. Peter said with a sarcastic sneer.
Liu Feng smiled indifferently and didn't care. He pointed the tip of his sword at St. Peter and said with a smile: "You'd better summon that thing hidden in your body, otherwise... just with your own strength, I can kill you with one sword."
Go see your so-called God of Light..."
Hearing this, St. Peter's face changed, and his eyes were fixed on Liu Feng. In his pupils, the murderous intention that did not belong to the clergy flashed, and he said in a cold voice: "You know what's in my body? Who told me
your?"
Liu Feng glanced at him and said calmly: "Summon him out and let me open my eyes. What tricks did the Holy See have to do to be so weird..."
Saint Peter narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the space barrier spread over the void, and suddenly sneered: "Okay, let this space barrier become the tombstone of your death."
Liu Feng curled his lips slightly and tightened his right hand on the scabbard of the "Long Lock" sword. In his Dantian, seven small silver-white particles released waves of liquid spiritual energy like tidal waves. In the meridians, it flowed happily, bringing surging energy.
The feeling of power...
St. Peter drew out the cross sword from his waist, knelt down on one knee with a solemn face, bowed his head and murmured, and his deep chants continued to echo in this blocked space, giving people a sense of desolation at sunset.
feeling...
Looking at St. Peter who lowered his head and murmured, Liu Feng frowned slightly, his body trembled slightly, and the sword shirt formed by aura appeared on the surface of his body again. Liu Feng still maintained enough vigilance for some unknown things. Especially.
It is something created by some religious fanatics, which often seems a little crazy and perverted...
Above the void, Heibake stared at Saint Peter, whose body's holy light was getting weaker and weaker because of the chanting. His thick black eyebrows seemed to be locked together, and the energy was tyrannical.
Quietly brewing on a pair of iron fists, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time...
The sound of chanting suddenly stopped, and in the space, there were only echoes of the previous chanting, but there was no sound at all...
The chanting was cut off so abruptly. There was no foreplay at all. It was just like when a man was having sex with a woman and was about to reach climax, and was suddenly forcibly interrupted. That feeling was enough.
Let a person who is less able to bear Lima go crazy...
Fortunately, Liu Feng and Hei Bake were not ordinary people. They only raised their eyebrows slightly and then turned their attention again to St. Peter who seemed to have no movement at all...
The milky white holy light suddenly appeared in the blocked space. The light became thicker and thicker as time jumped, and the place where the milky white light radiated was St. Peter kneeling on one knee...
"Such a powerful holy light..." Sensing the increasingly intense intensity of the holy light, Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and curled his fingers slightly...
Saint Peter, who was half-kneeling on the ground, gradually stood up under the shroud of holy light, and slowly raised his head...
The face is still the same as St. Peter's, but the eyes have changed from blue to silvery white. The silvery white does not contain the slightest emotion, like a machine without flesh and blood...
"Are you...the human being that the subject wants to kill?" Empty words came out of St. Peter's mouth coldly and dryly.
"Saint level human..." The divine thoughts that spread across the void read out the intensity of the holy light energy around "Saint Peter". Liu Feng said softly: "What a weird thing. It was already in a state just after it was summoned."
The position of the Holy Order, and...this energy is still rising."
He raised his eyes, stared into those empty silver eyes without a trace of emotion, and asked doubtfully: "What on earth are you?"
As soon as these words came out, Liu Feng shook his head with some self-deprecation. The guy in front of him was obviously his opponent. How could he answer his question...
However, to Liu Feng's surprise, "Saint Peter" frowned, and a doubt flashed in his silver eyes. After a moment, he just answered in a formulaic mechanical manner: "I am the third angel of the Legion of Light under the God of Light.
,Tekfa..."
"God of Light? The Third Angel Legion?" Liu Feng was shocked and ecstatic: "Are there really gods left in this world?"
If you want to obtain the "Guide of Space", you must find the space god Lasadis, and to find Lasadis, you must first know the whereabouts of the gods...
"Saint Peter" nodded slightly, his silver eyes brightened, and he suddenly raised his head and said coldly: "The subject is already urging me to take action. Human being, let me purify you. Those who are purified by the holy light will
Can return to the embrace of the God of Light."
Looking at "St. Peter" whose language was somewhat confusing, Liu Feng frowned fiercely. This guy's words didn't match the tone of his words, as if... he seemed to have lost something.
"An angel?" Hei Bake moved and appeared next to Liu Feng. He said solemnly: "It is recorded in the ancient books of the Dragon Clan that in the Age of Gods, the forces under the God of Light were human beings who claimed to be angels.
The strong..."
"Then...you mean, this guy didn't lie, did he really survive from the age of gods?" Liu Feng said softly.
"Well, I think this is probably true..." Hei Baike nodded and said solemnly: "I just don't know how this guy has lived to this day, and why he has lived so long for tens of thousands of years.
, no one on the mainland has ever heard of news about god-level powerhouses, these mysteries must be related to the disappeared gods..."
"Hehe, it would be nice to have news from the gods. That way, we don't have to mess around blindly." Liu Feng chuckled, flicked the tip of his sword, and said with a smile: "Now, let me take care of this guy first.
Drop it, angel? Hey, on earth, this thing is usually called a birdman..."
"Earth? What is it?" Heibake blinked doubtfully, tapped his toes on the floor, floated into the void again, and locked "Saint Peter" firmly with his mind...
"Holy level, this is probably your limit." Liu Feng chuckled as he looked at Saint Peter who seemed to have reached the peak.
"Humans, if it were not for the limitations of the subject's fragile body, you would be nothing more than an ant-like existence in my eyes." Perhaps because of the shining of the holy light, "Saint Peter" spoke more and more fluently, and in his silver eyes,
It also started to flicker a little bit...
"At least now, I can abuse you at will." An evil smile appeared at the corner of Liu Feng's mouth, and he tapped his toes on the ground. His figure instantly appeared behind St. Peter, and a lightning-like flying kick hit his waist and abdomen.
between……
"Bang." A muffled sound sounded, and the figure flew out upside down.
St. Peter jumped out of the pile of rubble in embarrassment, his silver-white eyes flashed with cold light, and from the tip of his cross sword, milky-white fighting spirit spurted out, melting the hard floor directly to create a deep pit.
"The strength of the saint-level heaven-level is nothing more than this. Human beings in this era are not only much weaker in strength, but have their realm also declined?" St. Peter said indifferently: "Then I will show you, the ancient gods
What kind of strength should the saint-level strong men of this era have..."
Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and thick milky white light burst out from Saint Peter's body. A pair of wide light wings suddenly shot out from Saint Peter's back, bringing with it surging energy fluctuations...
"This guy is indeed an angel under the throne of the God of Light in ancient times. He even displayed the light wings given by the God of Light..." Looking at the huge bright wings that were several meters long, Hei Bake frowned and murmured.
Feeling the holy and tyrannical power, Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but feel a little surprised, "The strong men in ancient times were indeed much stronger than they are now. With just the strength of the holy and earth-level, they were able to exert a level close to that of heaven."
Super energy, the ancient era of gods, indeed worthy of being the pinnacle representative of this magical civilization..."
Although "Saint Peter" is strong, Liu Feng, who has always been a challenger, would not take him to heart when his level is still lower than his...
No matter how powerful the angel is, he is nothing more than a birdman...