The big wings glowed with strong light elements, brightening this small and luxurious courtyard, if it weren’t for the space barrier made by Heibo Ke above it, I’m afraid the light that suddenly emerged would attract Many people's attention...

Tightening the "locking dragon" in his hand, Liu Feng slowly let out a sigh of relief. His dark eyes fixed the "St. Peter" a few feet above the ground. The tip of the scabbard, the silver-white sword Gang brings a circle of space volatility...

Although "St. Peter" belongs to the age of ancient gods, Liu Feng did not appear to be afraid of it. No matter how powerful this self-proclaimed angel Teckfa was in the past, Liu Feng only knows that he is now …I can’t make myself feel fearful...

Fear had not yet appeared, but the turbulent fighting spirit was the first to rush out. For the first time against the powerhouse of the ancient gods, Liu Feng's heart was also hot, and he protected Heibo Ke on the void. The movement of the toes once again tapped on the floor, and the ghostly speed was staged again...

A quaint scabbard suddenly appeared abruptly, and the tip of the sword was faintly cold, like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake. It drew a tricky arc in the void and pierced it against St. Peter's vest...

"Holy light shield!" He whispered, and spit out from the expressionless St. Peter's mouth, a thick milky white light instantly formed on his back, forming a substantial light shield emitting a faint white light...

"Ding, choke."

The sharp point of the sword tip was on the light shield, and the turbulent energy collision swept out, twisting the space around the two people a little.

The attack was blocked. Liu Feng's expression remained unchanged, and the spiritual energy in his body surged and poured into the sword body, and the silver white sword gun shot out, cutting the solid light shield into several pieces, dissipating and falling...

When the light shield was broken, the speed of the sword body kept going, and the Jian Gang skyrocketed again, entraining tyrannical energy. He hacked away at St. Peter.

Looking at the dangerous aura on the quaint scabbard, "St. Peter"'s face changed slightly, the wide light wings behind it lightly shook, and the front of him crossed perfectly quickly, forming the tightest defensive wall. .

"Clang choking." The crisp sound of steel strikes flashed on the white wings with a little spark.

"What a hard wing..." Looking at the undamaged white light wings, Liu Feng raised his brows lightly, just about to increase his strength again, and there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air. Suddenly came from behind the wings...

A creamy white energy, with a sharp sound, rushed out of the hole exposed from the pair of wide wings, and slammed away at Liu Feng's head...

The sword-pointed sword-gang violently fired, and a silver-white sword-gang with a length of more than ten feet appeared suddenly, facing the milky white energy, it shot away...

Milky white and silvery white collided in the void, causing a fierce energy explosion.

Looking at the cross sword falling from the void. Liu Feng's aura surged sharply, and his silver-white aura seemed to be about to emerge from his body, constantly writhing on the surface of his body. Like a burning holy flame...

Looking at Liu Feng, who seemed to be lit by the sacred fire, the indifferent face of "St. Peter" finally appeared a little bit of waves, his right hand formed a claw shape in the void for a while, and the thick light element quickly condensed into a stick on the palm of his hand. The opalescent light clusters on the left and right became more and more condensed along with the light elements. The objects in the light cluster also began to reveal their true colors...

This is a milky white spear, on top of the spear. There is also milky white energy emitting a faint light, and there is a mysterious spiral pattern on the tip of the gun. Whenever the milky white energy flows onto it, bursts of dazzling white light will always burst out...

"Come on, human, let me take a look, the mainland Saint Steps ten thousand years later, there are still several layers of essence of the ancient Saint Steps." Feeling the surging power hidden in the Holy Spear, "St. Peter" He pulled an ugly numb smile on his face and shouted in a low voice.

With a slight curl at the corner of his mouth, Liu Feng sneered and said, "Looking at the old man who sells the old land, is it possible that you, who survived from ancient times, have more bird wings than other holy orders, what else is worthy of praise?"

"Alien, this is a gift given to servants by the great God of Light. How can you, ignorant humans like you, understand, let the Holy Light purify you, filthy alien..." "St. Peter" said indifferently, silvery white There was no emotion in the pupils, the huge wings flapped lightly, and the figure appeared above Liu Feng's head in an instant, mixed with the holy flame's spear, and slammed down his head fiercely...

The spear went straight through Liu Feng’s head, but it didn’t bring any blood...

The spear is twisted slightly, the strong holy light moment

The afterimage evaporates cleanly, and the backhand is a shot of Thunder...

A simple scabbard appeared out of thin air, and the tip of the sword just touched the tip of the long spear, and two tyrannical energies erupted again...

Above the void, two white shadows were struck quickly, and the crisp sound of steel collision reverberated in this blocked space.

Two powerful auras faintly divide the space in the courtyard into two halves, invading each other, melting...

A little bit of fragments fell from the space where the two of them were fighting, and they continued to fly down, turning into void energy...

The wings on the shoulders of "St. Peter" are not used as decorations. Every time it shakes, countless rays of light will be sputtered. The light feathers are like thorns, with a whistling sound that breaks through the air. He flew away with Liu Feng's vital body, causing him great trouble...

...

Once again he opened the spear and light feathers at his waist, Liu Feng frowned impatiently. The winged "St. Peter" had extremely powerful mobility, and the speed of the attack was almost completely different from his own. Up and down, moreover, that powerful holy fighting spirit still has special effects of purification. Every time a weapon is handed over, one's own attack will be delayed for an instant...

According to this kind of progress, Liu Feng wants to solve it in a short time. If the Juggernaut skill is not activated, it may be really troublesome...

A sword smashed the "Saint Peter" who had deceived his body, and Liu Feng's body trembled slightly, and a faint white shadow gradually appeared on the void beside him...

"Mirror image clone!"

The mirror image quickly changed from fiction to reality, standing beside Liu Feng with a face of indifference, the "locking dragon" in his hand pointed to "Saint Peter"...

"Mirror image?" "St. Peter" said with some confusion, Xuanji shook his head and said indifferently: "You don't want to fight me with this thing, do you?"

Liu Feng raised his eyes and said with a smile: "You'll know if you try..."

"Hmph, although in ancient times, there were strong people who had studied mirror magic very well, but I still don't believe it. There are still people who understand that profound method." Te" hummed coldly, silvery white. His eyes were locked tightly on the mirror that was as indifferent as himself.

Liu Feng's mouth curled lightly, raised his chin to the mirror image, lightly tapped his toes in the void, and squatted up again, fighting with "St. Peter", his sword spirit was fierce, and the holy light was flying...

"Suolong" raised slightly, blocking the tricky holy spear, and Liu Feng protruded his palm into a claw shape, and shouted coldly: "Space freezes!"

"Trash skill." Perceiving the rapidly solidifying space, St. Peter smiled disdainfully, and the holy light rushed out all over his body. In an instant, he completely broke through the space that was about to solidify. The mighty oppressive power, but his expression couldn't help but change, the holy spear condensing the energy of the whole body, hurriedly swept away above the head...

"boom."

Due to the violent energy fluctuations in the space, dark cavities appeared, and pieces of space fragments could not help falling.

"Click." The crisp sound of bone fracture made "St. Peter"'s face darkened, and the corner of his eyes glanced at the shoulder ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Although the shoulder bone was crushed by the powerful force on the top of the head, However, he didn't pay much attention to it, it's just that before the angel's heart disperses, he can regain a new life, at most, he can change his body, and there is not much trouble...

The huge light wings vibrated several times in the void, and finally removed the strength above the head. Numerous light feathers brought a strong holy light, and slammed toward the top of the head...

Wings flapped, "St. Peter" just wanted to leave, a terrifying force that made his mind trembled once again instantly appeared behind him, and the lock-in point of that power and force made "St. Peter" even more indifferent. His face paled instantly.

In the back of the head, the most mysterious place in the human body is also the hiding place of the angel heart of Tekfa...

At this moment of life and death, the surging holy light gushes crazily from the body of "St. Peter", and it is only a moment, on his back and shoulders, forming a pair of huge light wings again...

Four wings: an angel!

The sudden appearance of the tyrannical holy light caused St. Peter’s **** to burst. The blood just flowed out of it, but it was immediately melted by the holy light, only the tender flesh was dazzled by the holy light. Tenderness and...horror.