Check in to the Douluo Continent 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 body was looming and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

The spiritual power has been pushed to the extreme, causing the dark light to cover Wang Feng's entire pupil.

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

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

The power of the seven blood lines radiates dazzling light under the roar of the dark angel Wuhun.

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

But now Wang Feng is shrouded in the illusory cathedral of light, and he doesn't know what's going on outside.

Except Qiandao Liu.

Qiandaoliu's eyes flickered as he stared deeply at the splendid heaven of light.

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 holy sword of angels, can call it down to deter the enemy.

'Dark Angel Spirit...'

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

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

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

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

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

He was somewhat relieved to see that Qian Renxue had become a **** because of Wang Feng's death, and his only obsession had been changed.

But not anymore.

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

What the **** is that dark angel martial soul?

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 force majeure to mortals.

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

Gazing 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 angelic shadows like a long river and sunset.

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

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

Qian Daoliu was shocked.

It's not like he hasn't seen Feijian before, 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 it's turned into a crimson cyan color again, which is too exaggerated to increase its power.

Those angel phantoms are not simple. They are the descendants of the angels under the throne of the Angel God. They are the powerhouses 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.

Each 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 if a demigod-level powerhouse stronger than Qian Daoliu has more spiritual power than his existence, it is difficult to escape.

Not to mention attacking!

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

In an instant.

All angelic phantoms are reduced to dust.

This move has consumed most of Wang Feng's mental power!

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

Mentioning here, the phantom of that angelic **** was holding the holy angel's sword and slashed down suddenly.

A few rays of light suddenly flashed in the phantom's eyes.

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.

Shocked into 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 spirit 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's spirit is restricted and cannot 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 cut by the sword, 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."

The next moment~IndoMTL.com~ The phantom suddenly retracted the holy sword and made a loud sound, and also stretched out his arm into a fist. The fist was burning with golden arrogance, which directly matched Wang Feng's one. Fist to Boom!

Boom~!

Under the two huge forces, endless arrogance erupted, instantly shattering the phantom of the bright heaven around!

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

Meanwhile.

At the moment when he punched the phantom 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 the collision, the golden flame on the phantom fist immediately attached to Wang Feng's body, and instantly covered the black arrogance burning on his body due to the power of the blood lines.

It's weird.