Chapter 207

The Guangming battle guard array is indeed powerful. I'm afraid only the ancient temple similar to the Guangming church can take out this array that can attack with multiple amplitudes

However, although the attack amplitude has been reduced, the gap opened because of the realm is far from being narrowed by this alone

Sen Han's sword Gang is like the heat just out of the stove. In a flash, it melts the seemingly surging holy light sword

After the viscous holy fighting spirit on the leader's body was broken, the "lock dragon" scabbard was still castrated and hit his chest heavily

"Pooh."

Twelve blood danced in the void, and the twelve knights in bright armor had no time to throw a recovery spell. The darkness that invaded their brain made them fall into a coma and sleep in the courtyard

He shook the "lock dragon" casually. Sen Leng's sword Gang stretched out and vomited a few times, and gradually disappeared. Looking at the iron faced Saint Peter, Liu Feng said with a smile: "it's your turn."

"Hum, it really deserves to be a holy order..." St. Peter said with a sarcastic sneer.

Liu Feng smiled calmly and didn't care. The tip of the sword pointed to St. Peter and said with a smile: "you'd better summon the thing hidden in your body, otherwise... With your own strength alone, my sword can let you see your so-called God of light..."

Hearing the speech, St. Peter's face changed and his eyes stared at Liu Feng. In his pupils, the killing intention that did not belong to the clergy flickered. In a cold voice, "you know what's in my body? Who told you?"

Liu Feng glanced at him and said faintly, "call it out and let me broaden my horizons. The Holy See, what kind of fame has come out? It's so strange..."

Saint Peter's eyes narrowed slightly, swept the space boundary on the void, and suddenly sneered: "well, let this space boundary become the tombstone of your death."

Liu Feng turned slightly at the corners of his mouth and tightly grasped the right hand of the "lock dragon" scabbard. In the elixir field, seven small silver particles released a tidal liquid aura, flowing happily in the meridians, bringing a sense of surging power

St. Peter took out his waist cross sword, knelt solemnly on one knee, bowed his head and whispered, and the deep singing voice echoed in this blocked space, giving people a desolate feeling of sunset

Looking at the Saint Peter who lowered his head and murmured, Liu Feng frowned slightly, his body shook slightly, and the sword shirt formed by aura reappeared on the body surface. For some unknown things, Liu Feng still kept enough vigilance, especially the things made by some religious madmen, which always seemed crazy and abnormal

Above the void, black Parker looked at St. Peter, whose holy light was getting weaker and weaker because of singing. His thick black eyebrows seemed to be tightly wrinkled together like a piece. The strong energy was brewing quietly on a pair of iron fists, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time

The singing voice suddenly stopped. In the space, there were only bursts of echoes of the previous singing, but there was no sound at all

The singing sound is so abrupt that there is no foreplay at all. It's like a man who is about to reach the climax when he is doing that with a woman. That feeling is enough to make a person with slightly poor bearing capacity angry

However, fortunately, Liu Feng and Hei Baike were not ordinary people. With only a slight pick in their eyebrows, they once again turned their eyes to St. Peter who seemed to have no movement

The milky white holy light suddenly appeared in the blocked space. The light became more and more thick with the jump of time, and the place where the milky white light was emitted was St. Peter kneeling on one knee

"What a powerful holy light..." Liu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly and his fingers flexed slightly when he noticed the increasing intensity of the holy light

The half kneeling Saint Peter, shrouded in the holy light, gradually stood up and slowly raised his head

The face is still Saint Peter's face, but the eyes turn from blue to silver white. Silver white does not have the slightest emotion, just like a machine without flesh and blood

"Are you... The human that the subject asks to kill?" empty words spit out coldly and dryly from St. Peter's mouth.

"Saint level man level..." the gods all over the void read out the energy intensity of the holy light around "Saint Peter". Liu Feng whispered, "what a strange thing. It has just been summoned, and it is already in the saint level, and... The energy is still rising."

Raised his eyes, his dark eyes looked at the pair of empty silver white without a trace of emotion, and said suspiciously, "what are you?"

As soon as he said this, Liu Feng shook his head with some self mockery. The guy in front of him was obviously an opponent. How could he answer his own questions

However, to Liu Feng's surprise, "Saint Peter" frowned, and a doubt flashed in his silver eyes. A moment later, he replied mechanically: "I am under the seat of the God of light