After the black and white light shone, the sky was pure and dazzling snow-white. The holy light shone on the sky and lit up the entire dark world.

In the city, the fires pounded. The houses were baptized by war, and the white holy flames were burning everywhere, making a scene of doomsday.

"oh...shit! Who can tell me how this battle will continue..."

The awakened people stepped on various high-rise buildings, their clothes roared in the aftermath of the "Tianmen Blast", their eyes stared straight into the sky, and they gritted their teeth and verbs.

Above the entire sky, more than 20,000 four-winged Holy Light Angels were frozen there. However, more than these, there were six-winged seraphic angels on the dusk holy stairs, and even high-seat angels with eight wings!

This is a complete plane expeditionary army, which is filled with the breath of judgment of God's punishment and destruction of the world from top to bottom.

The vast holy pressure crushed the entire city. Ordinary people hid in the underground corridor and shivered, while the low-level awakened people were also trembling. Everyone felt a trembling from the soul, and all the cold murderous intent penetrated into their bones.

Fragile.

"Xiaoya took Liuli away, and Ji Xiu merged into my shadow. San'er, Wanting, is full of strength, fight side by side with me!"

Xia Wushuang stepped on the ark, still standing at the forefront of the void, facing the terrifying army of angels in front of him, with a cold look and no fear at all.

"Kill him!" The greatest existence among the angels, a powerful sanctuary in the mid-sunset period. He had a cold face, holding a flame war sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed at Xia Wushuang who was blocking the angel army and issued the most direct order to war.

Eight-winged Angel.

This is a kind of divine creature that erases everything in the soul. After the extreme sublimation, there is almost no human being. They have no passion or care for anything, and they are specifically responsible for the sacred inspection of the plane of light, and divide right and wrong without emotion, and punish the supreme gods.

The Holy Light Angels had no fear. Thousands of them turned into the overwhelming tide of death in the White River, holding the holy guns and swords built with light, as if the sea of ​​light flowing in the void, sweeping towards the humans closest to them.

Xia Wushuang's eyes condensed, and a six-color elemental sun rose behind her, with the magic power of the world. Facing the tide of light formed by thousands of wings, she not only did not fear, but also rushed into the tide of death in the White River. She kept slashing the flawless sword in her hand, shining with colorful divine light. In the white ocean, a brilliant tide was set off.

On his left he protected the red three. His long golden hair and red skirt were dancing wildly in the battle wind. The death storm brought by the giant black iron fan broke up with the four-winged angels trying to approach, along with the void. Even the seraphic angels with six-winged angels could not be beaten with her shocking divine power at all. They would be beaten to death without mercy.

Shi Wanting was wearing a white dress, as if she was wearing an alternative white wedding dress. She pulled out the magic sword at her waist.

This is the first time Xia Wushuang has seen the Knight Queen draw the sword. There is no extra glory or amazing breath, just a big sword that looks ordinary and unexpectedly strong when fighting each other.

Still not unblocked. But Xia Wushuang could feel the infinite power hidden on this magic sword.

The trajectory of the great sword is nothing to say. However, each sword penetrates the void and cuts the Holy Light Angels who are rushing forward into bunches of burning white fires, and scatters down to the ground. Although this woman has reached the holy level, her magic power level has not yet reached the peak of the dusk level. Therefore, each sword is unexpectedly saved and does not waste a trace of magic power.

On the other hand, Xia Wushuang. This person is completely synonymous with "waste magic".

His divine light shone to the limit. The sun of the element behind him shone on the white sky river in front of him, storming fiercely at the front of the ark, and his magic power was sprinkled freely as if it was no limit. Where the sword light flashed wildly, the white rain of death light was like a sudden storm on a midsummer night, pouring down unceasingly, causing countless deaths and injuries to the Holy Light Angels.

"Oh my God! What do he want to do? Xia Wushuang is a madman, right?!" Looking at the six-color countercurrent in the death tide of Baihe, the awakened people on the ground felt speechless.

"How can there be such a domineering human being? With this dramatic rhythm, he wouldn't want three people to beat all the angels alone, right?"

"No, no. This is already amazing. I want passers-by to become fans. Please call me 'Wu Shuang Chef' in the future!"

As they teased each other, everyone took a breath. The awakened people at dusk with small red and blue bottles in their mouths began to rush into the sky to welcome the ruthless war of survival or death.

"You! Come out!"

In the sea of ​​light, Xia Wushuang rushed to the highest point from the Angel Legion, only less than a hundred meters away. The purple sharp edge in his hand raised and pointed to the angel in the highest position, mid-sunset.

Dong!

Void Shake!

The angel who had just entered the holy realm beside the angel frowned slightly and took action in an instant.

He is also an angel. Because of the fall of the late angel, he gained a limited capacity and became the most powerful angel under the gods.

However, it is precisely because he had just become an angel at this time that his previous temperament had not yet faded, so he was moved by Xia Wushuang's arrogant words and launched a powerful attack before his commander.

The Saint Lightsword descending from the sky knocked away the Holy Lights Angels that were constantly spinning around Xia Wushuang in the sky. These cannon fodder angels that could make people's scalp tingling by their quantity made the space one after another, allowing the extremely great existence in their eyes to descend on this place.

Xia Wushuang was not afraid, guarding against the remaining two angels. He covered the sky with his hands and shattered the void. His long sword penetrated the sky, and used the supreme "Demon-Breaking" to shake the saint's light sword.

Click!

The sword that Xia Wushuang stabbed through the magic light sword containing the laws of holy light, shattered it into the void, turned into a dancing light blade storm, and flew towards the holy light angels gathered on all sides.

Seeing this scene, the mid-sunset angel sitting firmly on Diaoyutai was still expressionless. However, he issued another war order, causing the Sacred Angels Legion to turn the spearhead and kill other awakened people in the sky and on the earth.

"You can get rid of that mid-stage angel in the holy realm?"

Xia Wushuang was confronting the angel in the early stage of the sunset. At this time, the spirit of the storm, Shi Yunfei, and Wei Wuji had already gone upstream and killed him, asking this question.

"Please add my wife, maybe." Xia Wushuang's eyes penetrated the military formation formed by Seraph, and answered like this.

"Then just let go and fight. This angel will give us three to solve the problem." The Storm Spirit was flying in the air in a blue Taoist suit, pulling his blue grass hat down a little, with lightning flashing in his eyes, and an unstable blue current in his body stimulating, with an extremely unpredictable explosion.

"You?" Xia Wushuang looked at the Storm Spirit and Shi Yunfei suspiciously, and Wei Wuji glanced at him. He felt that if these three people were not seeking victory, they could completely block two angels for him.

After all, the commander angel in the middle of the sunset period was also standing beside him another powerful sacred domain.

The battle between the ground and the sky continues to take place in a white-hot state.

Ye Feng, who had ulterior motives, condensed a large number of dusk-level magicians by his side with a huge number of war halos. He commanded meticulously and fought unremittingly with the Holy Light Army in the sky.

The ‘hero’ was originally born for war. This guy is very clear about this. That’s why he used his abilities to the limit.

If this battle can be won, he will have countless comrades in Jinling City who share life and death. Even if his strength is not as strong as some peerless monsters, he will definitely gain a terrifying reputation that is no less than Xia Wushuang.

After all, fighting over the level, holding a sword to slaughter the saints, etc. is too "high-end" and will make people feel a sense of distance. It is far less friendly than a king like him who can charge with others.

Ye Feng was thinking that all the magic missiles supporting the sky were launched in a burst of cheers of "gaochao". The fireworks blooming in the sky ended their gorgeous performance, causing him to suddenly fall into a more difficult battle.

The white blood was all fueled by the holy flames. The whole city was burning in the terrifying roar of battle.

The Clockwork Demon Spirit is a pure war madman. He began to command awakeners with slightly lower ranks on the ground through radio waves that could not be disturbed. He combined these magicians with insufficient combat power with the "robots" he had recruited for several months, using various gorgeous tactics of siege, annihilation, and breakout, and at all costs, he wiped out a large number of Holy Light Angels who rushed into the city.

However, he was not trying to save this city! He just likes war simply and wants to win the war!
Chapter completed!