Chapter 903 Flying Sword Breaks the Great Bright Heaven (5)

Under the light and shadow of the sky, the flying sword formed by the Xuanming blood dragon armor, like a red-blue waterfall, stabbed away towards the countless angel shadows in the surrounding bright heaven.

Under the increasing pressure, the black arrogance of Wang Feng's whole body was looming and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

The mental power has been pushed to the extreme, making the dark light cover the entire pupil of Wang Feng.

The power of this move made Wang Feng have to take it seriously.

Especially the dark angel martial soul in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if awakened, roared, shaking Wang Feng's spirit.

The power of the seven blood lines radiated dazzling light under the roar of the dark angel Martial Soul.

From a distance, Wang Feng looked like seven blood-colored rivers flowing through his body.

But now Wang Feng is shrouded in the phantom of the Great Bright Church, and he doesn't know what's going on outside.

Except Qiandao Liu.

Qiandaoliu's eyes flickered, staring deeply at the magnificent bright heaven.

This is his strongest move, the power of divine skills, extraordinary. The release conditions are also extremely harsh.

The last phantom, even with the help of the angel holy sword, can call it down to deter the enemy.

'Dark Angel Martial Soul...'

A strange light flashed in Qian Dao Liu's eyes.

As the servant of angels and gods, the first thing in his heart is the divine position.

The granddaughter has the qualification to inherit the throne. Then, it was his lifelong wish to make Qian Renxue attain the divine position.

For this desire, Qian Daoliu did not hesitate to sweep away everything that prevented Qian Renxue from becoming a god.

Wang Feng was not a hindrance to him, but to a certain extent, it was also an incentive for Qian Renxue.

Even seeing Qian Renxue turning into a god because of Wang Feng's death became his only obsession, he was quite relieved.

But not now.

He used this trick at this moment, intending to use the divine sense of the angel god to explore the truth of this kid Wang Feng.

That dark angel martial soul,

What the heck is going on?

Is it good or bad for Xiaoxue?

The moment he saw that Wang Feng was still alive, Qian Daoliu had already made this plan.

A weak spiritual thought of the Angel God is irresistible to mortals.

What's more, the bright heaven is condensed by the power of faith, without using martial soul and soul power, it is even more difficult to break it.

Staring at the scenes in the bright heaven, Qian Daoliu's pupils condensed slightly.

I saw in that bright heaven.

Countless red-blue flying swords swept through all the angel shadows like a long river and the setting sun.

In an instant, those angel phantoms condensed by the power of faith were pierced into countless holes, and instantly turned into countless light and shadows and disappeared in the phantom of heaven.

'What the hell is this kid's soul bone! ’

Qian Daoliu was horrified.

It's not like he hasn't seen the flying sword, it used to be the standard of the Pope in white.

Originally it was pitch black.

When I was on Sea God Island, it turned blue.

Now that it has turned into red cyan again, the increase in power is too exaggerated.

Those angel phantoms are not simple, they are the descendants of the angels under the throne of the angel gods, and they are the strong men who possessed the six-winged angel martial spirit in all dynasties.

Qian Daoliu took this as an opportunity, combined with the spirit ring bestowed by God, to create this powerful spirit ability.

Every angel phantom is an extremely powerful existence, and the voices they make can easily shake the sinners who are judged in the bright heaven. Judgement on behalf of the power of divine light.

Even a demigod-level powerhouse stronger than Qian Daoliu, whose spiritual power surpassed his existence, would have difficulty escaping.

Not to mention attacking!

Or at this moment, with so many red-blue long swords, how far has this kid's mental power reached?

In an instant.

All the angel phantoms turned into dust.

With this move, Wang Feng's mental power has been consumed by most of it!

Wang Feng rarely divides the Xuanming blood dragon thorn into such flying swords. Because the more separation, the greater the consumption of mental power.

But at this moment, Wang Feng had to do this, and he couldn't even relax.

In the empty bright heaven, all the red-green flying swords, like a waterfall, rushed towards the top, and finally converged into a red-green sword that was several meters long!

It was mentioned here that the phantom of the angelic god was holding the holy angel sword and suddenly chopped down.

In the phantom's eyes, a few rays of light suddenly flashed.

The next moment, the red-blue flying sword weighing 250,000 jin seemed to freeze the air.

Density has reached a limit.

Boom!

The two collided, and the angel holy sword in the phantom's hand shook violently, and the holy sword burst out with a violent golden flame, cutting the red and green flying sword.

The shock became countless Xuanming blood dragon thorns.

Wang Feng's spirit was shaken, and the golden flame of the holy sword was covered with a layer of spiritual power that purifies it.

My heart sank slightly.

The dark angel martial soul in the sea of ​​consciousness roared again.

Under this boundless pressure, Wang Feng's seven blood lines were scorching hot, as if he was about to melt himself.

The dark angel martial soul was restricted and could not be used. But at this moment, Wang Feng felt seven blood lines. Under the pressure of the ghostly shadow of the angel god, they were burning wildly, and explosive power came from the blood lines.

Wang Feng raised his head to look at the phantom that the sword cut down, his dark eyes exuding extreme darkness.

The phantom looked at Wang Feng's pupils, as if through Wang Feng's eyes, he saw the dark angel martial soul in the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

There was a moment of hesitation.

At this moment, Wang Feng's whole body burned with boiling demonic flames, and he broke free from the golden chains on the cross.

On the huge fist, is the end of the blood pattern, condensing the dark arrogance like reality. A punch slammed into the angel holy sword.

"Humph."

In the next moment, the phantom suddenly retracted the holy sword, made a loud sound, and stretched out his arm to form a fist. The fist was burning with golden arrogance, and it directly slammed with Wang Feng's punch!

Boom~!

Under the two huge forces, endless arrogance erupted, instantly annihilating the surrounding bright heaven phantom!

There was a hint of surprise in the phantom's eyes, the huge body was shaken back a little, and a light flashed in the eyes in the white clouds, staring at Wang Feng's figure, the figure gradually became blurred.

at the same time.

At the moment when he punched the ghost of the angel god, endless flames burst into the sky.

An overwhelming force made Wang Feng feel unstoppable, and the whole person flew upside down from mid-air! !

The most bizarre thing is that at the moment of collision, the golden flame on the phantom fist instantly attached to Wang Feng, and instantly covered the black arrogance burning on his body because of the power of the blood lines.

Weird.