Chapter 2055: Battle of the Eight Winged Angels (four more)

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"choke!"
Xiang Yang’s figure stopped and turned to face this arrow with tens of thousands of feet. With his mind moving, Qing Xuan’s sword broke out with a sword, and the sword’s technique was displayed. On the Qing Xuanjian, there was a smashing sword, and the long swordsman ushered in the arrow.
"Districted Eastern swordsmanship, but also dare to rely on the arrow of God, is simply looking for a dead end."
In the distance, in addition to tens of millions of miles of Li, the eight-winged angel sitting on the throne holds a golden bow in one hand, with a cold and confident smile on his mouth, so he looks at Xiang Yang’s exhibition. Yu Jianshu drove the Qingxuan sword toward the arrow.
It is very confident in its own arrow. It feels that Xiang Yang can't block this arrow even if it is used to display the sword of the East. What's more, it is not so simple.
I think of some mystery in this arrow. Rao is the octagonal angel who can’t help but smile. Under the double guarantee, it feels that the strongest guy in the oriental comprehension is absolutely It is going to die.
"What about the atmosphere of Da Luo? As long as you are not a strong man, you will eventually turn into a fly ash."
Obviously, this octagonal angel regards Xiang Yang as the atmosphere of the great powerhouse that he felt before, and regarded Xiangyang as the master of the palace.
Xiang Yang is standing in the air, his hands are pinching the law, and his eyes are also closely staring at the Qingxuan sword and arrows.
In the eyes of both sides, behind the Qing Xuanjian, the swordsman who had been tens of thousands of feet slammed into the arrow.
boom!
At this moment, the whole universe is eclipsed, as if all the rules and energy were smashed by this collision.
In the place where the two hit, there was a ray of light that spread out in all directions. Wherever they passed, the void that was frozen by that arrow all collapsed directly at this moment.
"It’s not crushed. It seems that this guy’s strength is a little stronger than the imagination of God. However, it doesn’t matter, unless you can break out the power of Ronaldinho again, otherwise you are dead.

However, when the light dissipated, the proud expression on the face of the Eight-winged Angel suddenly solidified. At this moment, the arrow and Xiangyang’s Qingxuan sword were deadlocked together.
However, the Eight-winged Angel is not discouraged. It is considered to be through. I think that Xiangyang is definitely not the big Luo Jinxian of the East. It is impossible to explode more powerful forces. What if it blocks this arrow? Anyway, it still has a backhand.
"嗡...嗡..."
The two are constantly shaking, and on that arrow is the force of the light that constantly spreads out of the circle, and on the Qingxuan sword is surrounded by infinite swords. Every time there is a vibration, there is a sword. The gas spread out in all directions.
"The power is really strong."
Unlike the shock of the Eight-winged Angel, Xiang Yang’s face was smiling with a provocative look at the Eight-winged Angel, and then his hands clasped his sword and whispered. cut!"
boom!
With the voice of Xiang Yang falling, the three-inch killing sword that floated above his head was a direct injection of a sword in this moment into the Qingxuan sword.
"Hey..."
As the sword was integrated into it, the Qingxuan sword violently rushed, and the unsounding swordsmanship broke out from it, and the swords that had spread before were directly transformed into shapes, and then bombarded in that one. On the arrow.
"Hey..."
With each tremor of the Qingxuan sword, with each sword bombarded on the arrow, the arrow trembled and was pushed back toward the rear by the Qingxuan sword.
However, what makes Xiang Yang feel surprised is that this arrow seems to be conscious, and it is constantly shaking, as if it is constantly accumulating, in an attempt to repress the Qingxuan sword.
"Hey..."
Qing Xuanjian constantly trembled, and also suppressed the other side a little bit, in an attempt to directly smash this arrow.
A sword, an arrow, as if two people are wrenching wrists, although both sides are more powerful, the other one is retreating at the festival, but still does not give up, has been working hard, in an attempt to erupt a stronger force Suppress each other.
"This arrow is interesting."
Xiang Yang was shocked after seeing it, and then he found that the level of this arrow was very high, and it seemed that it was not as weak as the Qingxuan sword.
After seeing this scene, Xiang Yang’s careful thought of collecting the baby was active, and the eyes flashed brightly and looked at the arrow.
"I want it."
"Haha."
"Faith in the sky, fighting the holy law."
Xiang Yang haha ​​smiled, his body flashed, and he directly ran into the void to catch up with the arrow. At the same time, in the process, accompanied by a light drink, his figure began to change, the whole The figure of the person began to rise a little bit, and then became a giant with a shape of a million feet. At the same time, the three heads and six arms flashed away.
This is his sacred battle. However, after he showed his three arms and six arms, he felt that he did not like this kind of deformation. The three heads and the six hands seemed to be a bit strange. So he put the three arms and six arms together. Although his body has skyrocketed, it is still his normal appearance.
Xiang Yang's body shape appeared directly at the side of the arrow, and then he extended his hand and directly caught the arrow.
"boom..."
When Xiang Yang’s hand caught the moment of the arrow, it suddenly changed. Xiang Yang only thought that the arrow in his hand changed, and it turned into a sword of the Holy Light, bursting out of the sharp edge. I wounded my hand and even broke out with a stronger sword. I obviously wanted to kill myself.
"It turned out to be a trap. I knew how it might be so easy to give me a baby with a top grade."
Xiang Yang sighed. At this moment, his hands were bloody, and although the blood was red, there was an outrageous atmosphere.
This is the ancient atmosphere of Xiangyang's cultivation of the ‘undead ancestor’s body. This breath is vast and boundless, as if it were an ancient strongman.
Although he knew that this was a trap and cut the flesh of his hand, Xiang Yang did not have the slightest tension, because the power of this light sword could only hurt him.
"Boom!"
At this moment, this light sacred sword seems to be resurrected, bursting out of the swordlessness, and constantly shaking, the figure of an illusory octagonal angel coming out of the holy sword, holding a holy sword The hilt of the sword will cut off Xiang Yang’s hand.
"Human, you are very strong, even stronger than the eighth-order scattered fairy peak, but the god's bright holy sword is given by the of light, once killed the true fairy, even the half-step of the fairy It has also been killed by the light god, holding this light sword. Although you are weak, but you die on the bright sword, you are not embarrassed."
Tens of millions of miles away, after seeing this scene, the Eight-winged Angel suddenly showed a sneer look on his face. When he saw Xiangyang’s empty-handed white-handed blade and directly took away the blade of the six-winged angel, He already understood that Xiang Yang is likely to display this method of capturing the arrow he shot, and wants to take his own arrows.
Therefore, he took the handle with the sword and the sword, disguised as an arrow to shoot Xiang Yang, and the result was really guessed by him. Xiang Yang actually did so directly to the Guangming Holy Sword. This is simply a self-destructive act.
The octagonal angel has a proud color on his face. As a patriarch of the Bright Angels, it is not only powerful, but also has a higher IQ than the average angel. This is where it has always been smug.
"Oh... you are so confident."
After Xiang Yang listened, he sighed, and then his right hand had a strange breath that spread out. In the situation that outsiders could not see, a magical road came slowly from his palm. Exploring it, it is the battle of the devil.
At this moment, when the demon battle blade appeared, it suddenly burst into a stronger and evil atmosphere, and a black gas directly penetrated into this light holy sword, causing the bright holy sword to tremble, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye. Directly eroded by black gas.
Along with this black gas, the powerful murderous outburst of the Light Sword is gradually weakened, and the illusion of the Eight-winged Angel is also contaminated by black gas, and then quickly becomes a The ray of light is integrated into the bright sword.
"No, how is this possible?"
"Little thief, come to life."
Just as the phantom of the Eight-winged Angel, which was drilled from the Light of the Holy Sword, dissipated, the atmosphere of the Eight-winged Angel thousands of miles away was disordered, and then his face turned white and he was sulking and angry. It stood up directly from the throne, and the four pairs of wings fanned and suddenly rushed toward Xiangyang.
Bang!
There are eight wings behind the Eight-winged Angel. The speed of the explosion when it its wings is too fast. It just flicks it, and it drives its full body of two million feet tall across thousands of miles. The distance to the side of Xiangyang.
It is a pity that even if it is standing next to Xiangyang, when Xiangyang is ready to take the means of this bright sword, it has no chance.
Xiang Yang's tall figure was a grin on the octagonal angel, and then the magical blade that his right hand hides is suddenly integrated into his hand, his hand tightly gripped.
"Oh..." At this moment, all the struggles of this light sword are dissipated, and the black gas spreads instantly, directly covering the entire bright sword.
Originally, it should be a bright and holy sword representing the light and holy. At this moment, it became a magic sword.
However, Xiang Yang did not leave this bright holy sword outside, but directly absorbed it into the Promise Immortal. Then he held the Qingxuan sword and walked back toward the rear decisively.
He didn't want to be in direct contact with this octagonal angel at this time, because he was not ready to destroy this guy. Of course, the most important thing is that his strength has not fully recovered to the peak. status.
The sword of the previous 30 million miles consumed the energy in his body. Although he recovered very quickly, he still did not reach the true peak.
In the face of this sacred angel strongman, when he did not restore his power to the most satisfactory state, he did not want to touch the other side, because even he did not have any confidence.
"Oh... the little thief, you actually grabbed the holy sword of the god, you are looking for death."
When the Eight-winged Angel watched Xiang Yang robbing his bright holy sword, he suddenly went crazy. When he saw Xiang Yang go backwards toward the rear, he was crazy and roaring, quickly moving toward Xiangyang. Catch up.
"Ha ha ha..."
However, at this time, Xiang Yang's body shape is volley, step by step toward the front, and directly display the magical power of 'the world of feet', one step is the end of the world, step by step is the end of the world, even if the wings of the Eight-winged Angel fan Fast, can not catch up with Xiang Yang in a short time.
"Eight Winged Angels, but this is the case, hahaha." Xiang Yang was haha ​​laughing, still volleying and showing his way to the end of the world.
"Roar..."
The rear octagonal angel is still chasing, but seeing Xiangyang ran faster and faster, it suddenly screamed and screamed, then looked at the battlefield below and found that during this time, its Those under the six-winged angels did not kill other scent, and when the rear forces of the Comprehension Alliance also caught up, it suddenly showed a sneer.
"Human, don't you want to protect them? Today, the gods will kill the ants in the real world, and see if you will run so happy?"
boom!
The Eight-winged Angel made a special speech to Xiang Yang, and then it broke out with a powerful force. Once the body shape turned, it immediately rushed down. At a distance, it immediately caught up with the palm of the hand. The large forces of the Comprehension Alliance took it.
This palm, instantly turned into a sacred sacred print, even a galaxies will be destroyed by its palm, not to mention the following among the large forces of the comprehension alliance, the strongest is only the seventh Only the fairy.
The master of the seventh-order sacred fairyland is equivalent to the fairy in the fairy world. It is true that the strength is very strong, but in the face of the sacred angel, this level is only stronger. The ants are only.
"God..."
Below, under the leadership of the seven-order sacred fairy of the major sects, the powerful team of comprehension squadrons drove their own flying magic weapons and flew toward the battlefield, but what they did not expect was at this moment. The disaster came from heaven, and a huge palm print was directly branded. At this moment, all the scopes of the tens of thousands of people were turned into blanks. All the strong, together with their magic weapons, were all turned into fly ash. .
Just as before, Xiang Yang’s sword was turned into a sword of 30 million miles, and everyone was killed. This palm shot went down, and this octagonal angel directly took all the self-cultivators within the scope of the square. No matter whether it is the seventh-order scattered fairy or the ordinary comprehension, all of them are emptied, and no one can be spared.
In the face of such a terrible existence of the Eight Winged Angels, it is definitely not comparable to the ordinary Sanxian.
"Bastard."
"Teacher, my tens of thousands of people in the sects..."
"Hey..."
At this moment, the celestial beings who were fighting with the six-winged angels were all crazy after seeing this scene, especially the lords of the celestial celestial beings, seeing those among the comprehensions who were shot dead. When a million is a disciple of his sect, he suddenly feels heartbroken and directly vomits blood.
"Kill... rumbling." Then the other six-winged angels rushed up to besieged the lord of the celestial sect. For a time, even if the patriarch of the dynasty was powerful, it was dangerous.
"Asshole, you are looking for death."
Xiang Yang was running happily. When he saw that this octagonal angel had wiped out the large forces of millions of self-cultivators within a thousand squares, he was suddenly angry.
"I'm angry, hahaha, and there."
After seeing the Eight-winged Angel, it was a cold smile on his lips. This time, he didn’t want to continue to deal with Xiangyang. Instead, he took another shot to Xiangyang and went to the other side where the practitioners gathered. Printed down, and, in order to give Xiang Yang a look, his palm contains more power and kills a wider range.
"The formation, the mysterious girl fills the sky!"
Coincidentally, under the palm of this hand, the scope of the disciples of the Xuan Nuong Palace is in the center of its position. Xuan Xin, the younger brother of the palace, sees this scene, but he drinks it loudly. With a group of mysterious women's palaces, the strong people's cohesion method resists this palm.
"Well, we are dead now."
"I just saw it, and the place where the palm fell is the place where the team of Chaotianzong, one of the top ten in the universe, is located. Where there are tens of thousands of scattered fairy powers, even they can’t stop it. How can we stop this attack?"
"Unfortunately, before the death, you can't see the Lord again."
"..."
Although these elders and disciples of the Xuan Nuong Palace have flocked together, they know that in the face of this palm, even the eighth-order masters may not be able to block, let alone them.
In order to stimulate Xiang Yang, the one-eight-winged angel can be said to be a full-fledged shot. Even if the top ten masters of the universe came, it is estimated that they will be directly destroyed.
The elders and disciples of the Xuan Nuong Palace looked at the mysterious heart with sorrow, and Xuan Xin, at this time, looked up and looked up at the top. In her eyes, there was a white figure in the fastest. The speed is rushing down...
The author said: "I am sorry, it’s late, but I finally wrote it. Today, the four are finished. The number of words is not less than usual, but it is a little late, and I apologize to everyone.