Chapter three hundred and eighty
The three great skills include countless advanced and derivatives. At this time, the second stage of the Light Feather Arrow has at least three times the lethality of just now.
But Yao Xian was still unmoved.
"Flash."
Thirty-six tiny lightning flashed from the dark clouds, and after the crisp sound of "papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa
In front of the earth immortal's spiritual consciousness, these attacks that only change speed and orbit can only be regarded as low-level tricks, and are not worth mentioning like a child's play.
But the time of dying for death gave Clay a restoration.
"Revival of Light."
Under the forced catalysis of the holy light, the charred body quickly healed. As the holy light flashed, Clay fell halfway and stopped falling.
Immediately, the air turned over and spread its wings again, and Yao Xian launched a charge.
The raiding action has no warning. The angel, who is not touching the ground, has always used wings to replace his feet. However, its advantage in air combat is too great.
"Burn the bones of sinners, burn out the souls of heretics, and the unclean ones, welcome the final judgment!"
The wings behind the angel were already dim, and most of the energy had been poured into the lightsaber in his hand. On the giant lightsaber that instantly exploded three meters, the extremely sacred immortal sacred flame was burning.
But since Yao Xian chose mid-air as his battlefield, he naturally had his own plans.
The giant sword of flames was approaching his eyes. The air twisted by the high temperature had already made his skin hot, but Yao Xian coldly locked the opponent's sword tip.
"Ha, 'Don't fight the angels in the sky'? But the sky is not only the home court for you birdmen, but also the home court for my Thunder Pool Field. The rain comes!"
Recruiting clouds, wind, thunder, lightning and lightning. Step by step, Yao Xian's field has been combined with the sea and sky with a radius of three kilometers. At this time, it has reached a critical moment of harvest.
The Saint of Lei Ze sat high in the clouds, and the natural cycle around him was completely controlled. Yao Xian was the master of this field at this moment!
The raindrops fell, and at first, just a light rain turned into endless pouring rain.
The angel is not a bird that falls when it rains. Just when he was about to ignore it, he heard the pain like a knife cut. The body instinct that still retains human pain made a scream.
"Ahhhh!"
That is not ordinary rain. What is contained in it is the thunder of heavenly punishment and the invisible sword energy.
Every drop of rain is like a sharp blade or a shell. Where it is poured, blood and flesh are immediately flying everywhere. Electric currents are running around.
At this time, the archangel had turned into a messy cock, instinctively protecting the vital points of his chest with his wings, and his head had been shattered by the sword energy, and his face was beyond recognition.
The sword energy and lightning contained in each drop are extremely limited, but what is terrible is the endless amount and unavoidable density brought by the downpour.
The field has become. Water vapor is constantly pumping into clouds, and heavy rains fall again. It has formed a natural water cycle.
Not only did Yao Xian not need to pay a price to maintain the field, he could also continue to replenish supplies in this field full of sword energy and lightning.
Take out an umbrella from your luggage at any time and gently spread it opens it. What falls on it is harmless drizzle, while what is outside is purgatory on earth.
This is a clever field that is almost like the Tao and a wonderful idea that conforms to the cycle of the Heavenly Dao. As an ancient sword immortal, Yao Xian finally showed his amazing strength after entering the earth realm.
The angel kept wailing and screaming. No matter how strong the defense was, it was almost endless, and it could not withstand the rainstorm that was like a natural disaster.
The sword energy was dividing his flesh and blood, and lightning had numbed all his nerves. Every second and every moment, he suffered tens of thousands of attacks!
The defense was cut at will like a white paper, and endless raindrops were corroding everything about him. The giant sword of flame could not be maintained, and all the energy could only be used for regeneration.
When dealing with energy creatures like angels, as long as the attack power exceeds its regeneration speed, it will be the moment of its demise. Such an offensive connected to heaven and earth is the nemesis of this creature.
But only that, Yao Xian was very dissatisfied.
"Ten thousand swords are like rain, and sword energy is like thunder. This is the Tian Punishment Thunder Pool. Next, please enjoy my Blade Rain!"
With his right hand, the immortal sword Zhuxie bloomed on it with colorful light. Then, Yao Xian let go gently, and the immortal sword Zhuxie was scattered in the drizzle and merged into the world.
The Sword of Evil Punishment has been integrated into the Tianchi Thunder Punishment God Realm!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
That's not a creature that can scream, the ultrasonic screams trembled layer by layer on the sea.
Time seems to have lost its meaning, and the world seems to have lost its color. At that moment, the distance between reality and illusion is broken.
Under the clouds, what is falling is not raindrops, but sharp swords after sword!
The three-foot long sword has no decorations and no special elemental fluctuations. The only thing that can be feared is the sharp cold light at the edge of the sword.
The arms, ankles, the big retreat, the waist, abdomen, forehead, chest, wings, and sharp swords, but as the gravity fell, then the angel was pierced.
Golden blood scattered in the air, blooming beautiful flowers after beautiful flowers, which was the last brilliance of the angel before his death.
If the heart is the core of an angel, the golden blood is its lifeblood. At this moment, the blood that can no longer be controlled undoubtedly means that it is heading for death.
Ten thousand swords pierce the heart! The vicious curse goes to reality. In just that second, the Angel-level Clay lost all his resistance and became an arrow target with holes all over his body.
The sword rain lasted only three seconds before it turned into rain again, but it was enough that no life could survive for three seconds under the sword rain.
Angel Clay had turned into a blur of golden flesh and blood, and its glory had dimmed.
The overloaded energy furnace has been completely paralyzed, and the artificial angel has lost its ability to move, and just losing its ability to regenerate is undoubtedly the loss of hope of continuing to fight, and he is almost dead.
The Immortal Sword of Zhu Xie appeared again in his right hand, but Yao Xian was breathing.
This almost complete version of the Ten Thousand Sword Art consumes a lot. Although the energy provided by Xiantao is enough, the body cannot hold on. Yao Xian was sweating profusely and panting like a cow.
Sweat and the skin color of a dead person are undoubtedly a sign of the body's near collapse.
A large amount of fairy energy still swells in the body, but the ** gradually loses the function of digesting them. If this sign continues, the only possibility of exploding the body and dying is.
"Go to die."
With a move from his right arm, the transparent sword of the evil sword turned into a physical body and stabbed Clay hard at the heart.
The heart is the source of angel's power. As long as it is pierced, there is absolutely no possibility of survival.
The consequence of killing the archangels of the Holy Church in public is definitely a head-on confrontation between the two major forces, which is a great threat to Penglai in the wind and rain or to the new demon sect.
But Yao Xian threw many plots aside. In his heart, it was enough to kill a strong enemy.
"Go to die!"
when!
But the sword that must be killed was under the crotch of another giant sword surrounded by purple flames.
The head of the expressionless Son, Foss, who is also a member of the Archangel Class, has arrived first.
The countdown of the war, reinforcements from the Church of the Church arrived first, and time stopped at that moment,
"Leave people under the knife! We can explain it." Dia, the auspicious genius of the new era, has arrived, and the support of more than ten peak forces above level nine behind him gave him the confidence to protect Clay through negotiations.
At this time, the wine fairy Li Yunhao and Mo Enshu had arrived, and the two sides had a fight.
The timely follow-up broadcast made everyone far away in the square relieve themselves. Since the two sides insisted on each other, the matter should end here, and the head-on war between the two major forces will be stopped.
"If the angel does not die, the situation will not continue to deteriorate. Just as there will be no war."
"This is Clay's personal behavior, it is a neurogenic disorder caused by special experiments. We regret his losses caused by you. We will compensate you."
Seeing the current situation, Dia quickly spoke out his preparatory words, trying to ease the current situation.
"From a personal perspective, he is unforgivable, but now he is already a member of the First Demon Zone. In Europa, the winged angels in the First Demon Zone have helped a lot of humanity. In order not to hurt the feelings of friendly countries that have always helped us, I suggest that this matter be handled with caution."
Another great priest, Damian, used words to elevate the conflict between the two sides to the height of human beings.
And after the so-called cautious treatment, no one can execute Clay.
The Penglai teachers present, including Li Yunhao, turned their attention to the core of the incident, Yao Xian, and planned to see how he responded.
But it was surprising that at this time, they found that their memory had a deviation. The position where Yao Xian should have been, was empty at this time.
That is the most perfect natural way after Yao first entered the earth. He learned from nature without any trace. Even if he saw it, he would subconsciously ignore it.
Secret skill - hide the truth from the sea!
This secret technique that is enough to deceive the world is probably not expected that even the inventor of the Way of Nature, the old immortal, would have thought that someone would develop the way of Nature into a secret technique that deceives the way of Nature.
So, in full view of everyone, under the lockdown of all the strong, under the countless eyes watching the broadcast, he disappeared without a trace.
But a familiar voice sounded around Clay, surrounded by the Son.
"Oh, you want to talk, okay. But you're slower."
Yao Xian, covered in blood, stood beside Clay, and what he was playing with his hands was the murderer's heart and head.
This is the third apocalypse who died at the hands of Yao Xian, the Archangel Clay, who died there.
The headless corpse with a big hole in its chest has begun to dissipate. As elemental energy creatures, their passing also represents the complete destruction of the soul.
Yao Xian has answered the olive branch thrown by the Church with facts.
"If you want to talk, you can pay your life first."
Chapter completed!