World of Warcraft Sword Saint

The Ming Guardian formation is indeed very powerful, and this kind of attack that can double the amplitude is afraid that only the ancient temple similar to the Church of Illumination can be used...

However, although the attack has been amplified, the gap opened because of the realm is far from being able to narrow the gap by this alone...

Senhan's sword gang is like a blazing heat just out of the stove, and in a flash, it melts the seemingly surging holy light sword light...

After the viscous holy fighting spirit on the leader's body was broken, the "Lock Dragon" scabbard remained cast and slammed heavily on his chest...

"Pouch."

Twelve bloods were flying in the void, and the twelve knights in light armor had no time to throw a recovery technique on themselves. The darkness that invaded their brains, in a moment, caused them to fall into a coma, limp. Fell asleep in the courtyard...

Shaking the "locking dragon" casually, the cold sword gun stretched out a few times, and gradually disappeared. Looking at the blue-faced St. Peter, Liu Feng smiled lightly: "It's time for you to shoot."

"Huh, it really deserves to be a holy order..." St. Peter said with a sneer.

Liu Feng smiled indifferently and didn't care. The tip of the sword pointed at St. Peter and smiled: "You should call out the thing hidden in your body, otherwise... I can make you with a single sword based on your own strength. Go and meet your so-called God of Light..."

Hearing this, Saint Peter's face changed, his eyes fixed on Liu Feng, and in his pupils, the killing intent not belonging to the priests flickered, and he said coldly: "Do you know what's in my body? Who told you yours?"

Liu Feng glanced at him. Faintly said: "Summon it out, let me open my eyes too, the Holy See, what kind of name has it come up, it is so weird..."

St. Peter's eyes narrowed slightly, and he swept the space enchantment clothed in the void, and suddenly sneered: "Also, let this space enchantment be the tombstone of your death."

Liu Feng's mouth curled slightly, and he tightly grasped the right hand of the "Suolong" scabbard. In the pubic pubic area, seven small silver-white particles released a tidal stream of liquid aura, flowing happily in the meridians, bringing a sense of surging power...

St. Peter pulled out the cross sword at his waist, knelt on one knee with a solemn face, muttered with his head down, and chanted deeply. Constantly echoing in this blocked space, it gives people a sense of desolation and desolation...

Looking at Saint Peter, who bowed his head and murmured, Liu Feng frowned slightly, his body tremors slightly, and the sword shirt formed by aura resurfaced on the surface of his body. Liu Feng remained vigilant about certain unknown things, especially Something made by religious madmen. It often seems a bit crazy and perverted...

Above the void, Hei Boke stared at Saint Peter, whose body's holy light was getting weaker and weaker because of the singing. The thick black eyebrows seemed to be locked together tightly together, tyrannical energy, quietly brewing on a pair of iron fists, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow...

The sound of singing suddenly stopped, in the space. There are only the echoes from the previous chanting, but there is no more sound...

The chanting sound was so abrupt. There is no foreplay at all, just like when a man is doing that with a woman, he is suddenly interrupted forcibly when he is about to reach the point of sexual intercourse. The feeling is enough to make a person who can bear it. Lima goes crazy...

But fortunately, Liu Feng and Hei Boke are not ordinary people. They only raised their brows slightly before turning their eyes to St. Peter, who seemed to have no movement at all...

The milky white sacred light suddenly appeared in the enclosed space. The light jumped over time and became thicker and thicker, and the place where the milky white light radiated was Saint Peter, who was kneeling on one knee...

"What a powerful holy light..." Perceiving the stronger and stronger intensity of the holy light, Liu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and his fingers slightly curved...

St. Peter, who was on his knees, gradually stood up under the cover of the holy light, and slowly raised his head...

The face is still the face of St. Peter, but those eyes have turned from blue to silver white, silver white without the slightest emotion, like a machine without flesh and blood...

"Are you...the human being that the subject wants to kill?" The empty words came out indifferently and dryly from St. Peter's mouth.

"Holy rank..." The divine thoughts all over the void read out the energy intensity of the holy light around "St. Peter", and Liu Feng whispered: "What a weird thing, it has just been summoned and it is already there. The position of the holy rank, and... this energy is still rising."

Raised his eyes, it was dark

Looking at the pair of silvery white that was so empty that there was no trace of emotion, he asked in confusion: "What is it?"

As soon as he said this, Liu Feng shook his head somewhat self-deprecatingly. The guy in front of him was obviously an opponent to him. How could he answer his own question...

However, out of Liu Feng’s unexpected expectation, "St. Peter" frowned, and a doubt flashed in his silver eyes. After a while, the formulaic mechanical replied: "I am the third angel legionary angel under the seat of the **** of light. , Tekfa..."

"The God of Light? The Third Angel Legion?" Liu Feng was startled, and Xuanji was overjoyed: "Is there really any gods left in this world?"

If you want to obtain the "Induction of Space", you must find the space **** Lazardis, and to find Lazardis, you must first know the whereabouts of the gods...

"St. Peter" nodded lightly, his silver eyes lit up, suddenly raised his head, and said indifferently: "The subject is already urging me to do it. Can return to the embrace of the God of Light."

Looking at "St. Peter" with some confusion in the language, Liu Feng frowned fiercely. This ghost thing, no matter how the front language doesn't match the back tone, it's like... it's like missing something.

"An angel?" Hei Boke moved and appeared beside Liu Feng, with a solemn expression on his face: "There is a record in the ancient books of the dragon clan. In the age of the gods, the forces of the **** of light are some human beings who claim to be angels. The strong..."

"Then...you mean that this guy didn't lie, is he really alive from the age of the gods?" Liu Feng said softly.

"Well, I think this is mostly true..." Hei Boke nodded and said in a deep voice, "I just don't know how this guy lived until now, and why he has been living for tens of thousands of years. , No one on the mainland has ever heard about the power of the gods. These mysteries must have something to do with the disappearing gods..."

"Hey, it's fine if there is news from the gods. Then, you don't have to go to the dead of mice." Liu Feng smiled, flicked the tip of the sword, and smiled: "Now, let me clean up this guy first. Drop it, angel? Hey, on earth, this thing is usually called birdman..."

"Earth? What is it?" Hei Boke blinked suspiciously, tapped his toes on the floor, and floated into the void again, his mind firmly locked "St. Peter"...

"Holy terrace level, this is probably your limit." Looking at St. Peter who seemed to have reached the peak, Liu Feng smiled lightly.

"Humanity, if it weren't for the limitation of the subject's fragile body, you are nothing more than an ant-like existence in my eyes." Perhaps because of the shining light, "St. Peter" spoke more and more smoothly, in his silver eyes, Also began to flicker...

"At least for now, I can torture you at will." A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Liu Feng's mouth, his toes tapped on the ground, and the figure appeared behind St. Peter instantly, and a lightning-like kick hit him directly on his waist and abdomen. between……

"Bang." There was a muffled sound, and the figure flew out.

St. Peter jumped out embarrassed from a pile of rubble, silver eyes, cold light flashed, crossed sword tips, milky white vindictiveness gushing out, and even directly melted the hard floor into a deep pit.

"The strength of the holy ranks ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is nothing more than this. The humans of this era are not only weaker, but have their realms also fallen?" Saint Peter said indifferently: "Then I will let you Look, what kind of strength should the holy rank powerhouse in the age of ancient gods be..."

The body suddenly trembled violently, a thick milky white light burst out of St. Peter's body, and a pair of wide light-wing wings violently ejected from St. Peter's back, bringing turbulent energy fluctuations...

"This guy is indeed an angel under the seat of the God of Light in ancient times, and even the light wings bestowed by God of Light are displayed..." Hei Boke frowned as he looked at the huge light wings that were several meters long.

Feeling the holy and tyrannical power, Liu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart couldn't help being a little surprised. "The powerhouse in the ancient times is really much stronger than now. With the strength of the Holy Terraces, he can perform close to the sky. Level energy, the age of the ancient gods, really deserves to be the peak representative of this magical civilization..."

Although "St. Peter" is strong, but Liu Feng, who has always leapfrogged and challenged, how can he take this temporary level below him to his heart...

No matter how powerful the angel is, it is just a bird man...