Thousands of meters above the ground, Qian Daoliu flew through the air with a playful smile in his eyes.
"Junior, I don't know whether I should say that you are too young or that you don't know how to live or die. If we fight on the ground, I will definitely not be able to reach the peak of my strength.
But you have to come to the sky to fight. This is my main battlefield. Since I became a Titled Douluo, no one has ever defeated me in an air battle, hahaha..."
He burst out laughing immediately. In his opinion, Wang Jingyu was now a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
You can do it whenever you want, and you can tease me however you want.
He had absolute confidence that, let alone a junior like Wang Jingyu, even if he called his teachers together, he could easily defeat them at his home court.
Taking advantage of his true angel form, he can have a large amount of amplifying effects on killing soul skills.
Qiandaoliu's ninth soul ring was on, and he planned to directly use his strongest killing move to teach this junior how to behave.
"The ninth soul skill, the angel is coming!"
Chihiroji's ninth soul skill is a large-scale damage skill.
Although the scene of the angel's arrival is beautiful, it is not to save the world, but to destroy the world and wipe out all heresies.
This is the domineering point of Qian Xunji's ninth soul skill.
As Qian Xunji performed his ninth soul skill, the phantom of the seraph behind him burst into dazzling white light.
There seemed to be two scorching suns gliding over the entire Wuhun City at the same time. The dazzling white light made everyone in the entire Wuhun City quickly close their eyes.
Countless Wuhun City residents who witnessed all this knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads piously.
They know that the dazzling white light is not the sun, but the patron saint of their Wuhun City! It is also the biggest support of Wuhun City.
In their view, as long as they are enemies of Wuhun City and their patron saint, the invaders should be eliminated and do not deserve mercy at all.
Therefore, they all hope that the great God of Angels will come to the world and give the heretics the final judgment!
Facing this surging terrifying power, the corners of Wang Jingyu's mouth turned up slightly.
When countless people lost their sight, his figure disappeared without a trace.
When the dazzling white light dissipates, only their patron saint and the blazing sun that shines on all things are left in the sky.
The entire Wuhun City was boiling, the heresy was finally eliminated, light finally defeated darkness, and justice finally defeated evil!
Listening to the boiling below, Qian Daoliu showed a look of regret on his face.
"It's such a pity. I wouldn't want to kill an old friend if it wasn't necessary.
It would be great if it could be brought into my temple and used by my temple. After all, I am old, hey..."
At this moment, a joking voice came from his ears.
"Oh? Really? Then Wang has to thank the great worshiper for his love."
Wang Jingyu suddenly appeared, in the midst of lightning and flint, and attacked Qiandaoliu.
His speed was so fast that he arrived in an instant and punched Qian Daoliu in the lower abdomen.
Qian Daoliu suddenly had the illusion that Tang Chen had hit him in the stomach with the Clear Sky Hammer, and the violent force sent him flying high into the sky.
However, Wang Jingyu's flying speed was more than twice as fast as Qian Daoliu's flying speed.
Almost in a blink of an eye, Wang Jingyu clenched his hands into fists and smashed them on Qian Daoliu's back.
"What speed is this flying? How is it possible..."
After Qian Daoliu was hit in the back, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The opponent's speed and strength were far stronger than his own, which made him doubt his life.
There was only one thought in his mind: he must defend himself, otherwise he might not die but would be seriously injured.
His whole body fell towards the Wuhun Palace below. In the process, he mobilized his soul power to defend himself all over his body.
Before he fell ten meters, Wang Jingyu appeared in front of him again, kicked him with both feet, and threw him into the sky again.
At this time, the battle between Wang Jingyu and Sendo Liu was completely like the Chuunin exam seen in "Naruto" in his previous life, a replica of Li Gaara who opened the Eight Gates of Dungeon.
From the surprised eyes of the powerful men in the worship hall below, it can be seen more clearly that the entire sky seems to be filled with the afterimage of Wang Jingyu at this moment.
Sendaoliu is like a ball, it can only be beaten violently.
Under the continuous attacks, Qian Daoliu kept spurting blood from his mouth, and he was unable to mobilize his soul power to effectively defend against Wang Jingyu's attacks.
He forced himself to calm down and wait for the opportunity.
When Wang Jingyu approached him again, he used the angel's holy sword to make a sword flower, and stabbed the long sword towards his heart at a tricky angle.
But how could Wang Jingyu not guard against this move? He sidestepped away from the Angel Holy Sword and took a few steps back at lightning speed.
Next, he used retreat as an advance, and connected with the previous attack again, causing Qiandaoliu's resistance to be in vain.
"Damn it, damn it!" Qian Daoliu was once again reduced to being beaten, and Qian Daoliu was filled with grief and anger.
In the past, there was only one move difference between me and Tang Chen, but now there is more than one move difference between me and Tang Chen's disciples.
If he could be allowed to use his soul skills, he might still have a certain winning rate, but now Wang Jingyu was fighting him hand-to-hand at close range.
He couldn't unleash his powerful soul skills at all.
In contrast, Wang Jingyu is a humanoid beast! And it is also a humanoid beast that flies at a terrifyingly fast speed!
In such a hand-to-hand battle, Qian Daoliu's advantage was infinitely reduced, while Wang Jingyu's physique comparable to that of a ferocious beast was infinitely magnified.
This made Qian Daoliu feel that he was very frustrated, even so frustrated that he wanted to go crazy.
But is it really what Qian Daoliu thought? Maybe, maybe not.
Anyway, Wang Jingyu has no interest in using soul skills to fight with the opponent.
For him, the best way to fight and the most passionate way to fight is hand-to-hand combat.
The people of Wuhun City below the two of them saw their patron saint being beaten so violently.
They all couldn't help but cover their eyes, unwilling to believe what was happening.
"Bang..." Qian Daoliu was hit by the hammer held by Wang Jingyu's hands.
The whole person lost the ability to fly and fell towards the ground like a meteor.
If the loyal second worshipper hadn't caught him, he might have become the first seraph spirit owner to hit the ground face first.
Qian Daoliu coughed several times in succession, spitting out a large amount of blood, and felt a little depressed.
When the powerful men in the enshrinement hall saw Wang Jingyu flying towards them, they all released their martial spirits and stared at Wang Jingyu in prepared formation.
The corners of Wang Jingyu's mouth turned up slightly, showing a disdainful smile.
"If I want to kill him, how can you resist it?"
He stood in the air and looked at Qian Daoliu with a downward gaze.
"Old guy, you don't have to pretend to be dead. I know I can't kill you in that fight just now. Now I'll give you a choice.
From today on, accept me as your Lord and serve Dong'er well. Maybe I can spare your life and help you on your way to becoming a god in the future!"