The flying sword formed by the Xuanming Blood Dragon Armor was like a red and green waterfall, piercing toward the countless angels in the Hall of Light.
The black flames around Wang Feng's body flickered as if they were about to be extinguished at any time.
Wang Feng's mind power was pushed to the limit, causing the black light to cover his eyes.
This move was so powerful that Wang Feng had to take it seriously.
Especially the Dark Angel Martial Soul in his sea of consciousness. It seemed to have been awakened, roaring and shaking Wang Feng's mind.
The power of the seven blood patterns shone brightly under the roar of the Dark Angel Martial Soul.
From afar, Wang Feng's body seemed to be flowing with seven rivers of blood.
However, Wang Feng was now shrouded in the shadow of the Great Church of Light. The outside world had no idea what was happening.
Except for Thousand Dao Liu.
Thousand Dao Liu's eyes flickered as he stared deeply at the majestic Hall of Light.
This was his strongest move. The power of this divine skill was extraordinary.
The conditions for using it were also extremely harsh.
The last phantom had to rely on the Angelic Holy Sword to summon it and intimidate the enemy.
"Dark Angel Martial Soul …"
Thousand Dao Liu's eyes flickered.
As the Angel God's servant, the first thing in his heart was naturally the Godhood.
His granddaughter had the potential to inherit the Godhood.
Therefore, it was his lifelong wish to make Qian Renxue a Godhood.
For this wish, Thousand Dao Liu did not hesitate to wipe out everything that stood in the way of Qian Renxue becoming a Godhood.
To him, Wang Feng was not a hindrance. To a certain extent, he was an inspiration to Qian Renxue.
He even felt gratified when he saw that Qian Renxue had become a Godhood because of Wang Feng's death.
However, he could not do that now.
He was using this move to use the Divine Will of the Angel God to check out Wang Feng's strength.
What the hell is that Dark Angel martial soul?
Was it good or bad for Xiao Xue?
Thousand Dao Liu had made this decision the moment he saw that Wang Feng was still alive.
A weak divine consciousness of the Angel God was irresistible to mortals.
Furthermore, the Radiant Heavenly Hall was condensed from the power of faith. Without using his martial soul and soul power, it would be extremely difficult to break it.
Staring at the scene in the Radiant Paradise, Thousand Dao Liu's pupils constricted.
In the Radiant Heaven.
Countless scarlet and green flying swords swept across all of the angel projections like a long river of sunset.
In an instant, the angel phantoms condensed from the power of faith were pierced into countless holes. They instantly turned into countless shadows and disappeared in the shadow of the heavens.
"What exactly is this kid's soul bone?"
Thousand Dao Liu was shocked.
It wasn't like he hadn't seen that flying sword before. It used to be Popetiff's standard weapon.
It was originally pitch-black.
When he was on the Sea God's Island, it had turned green.
Now, it had turned into a scarlet-green color. The increase in power was simply too exaggerated.
Those Angel Phantoms were not simple. They were the descendants of the Angels under the Angel God. They were experts who possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. After their deaths, they gathered in the Angel Palace of the Elders Hall.
Thousand Dao Liu used this as an opportunity to combine it with the soul ring bestowed by the God to create such a powerful soul skill.
Every illusory angel was an extremely powerful existence. The voices they emitted could easily shatter the judgment of the sinners in the Hall of Light.
They represented the power of the Holy Light to carry out the judgment.
Even the Demigod experts who were stronger than Thousand Dao Liu and had more spiritual power than him would find it difficult to escape.
Not to mention attacking!
Furthermore, in an instant, he was able to control so many scarlet and green longswords. Just how strong was this kid's spiritual power?
In an instant.
All of the Angel Phantoms turned into dust.
This move had consumed more than half of Wang Feng's spiritual power!
Wang Feng rarely split the Xuanming Blood Dragon Thorn into so many flying swords.
This was because the more separation, the more spiritual power was consumed.
But at this moment, Wang Feng had no choice but to do so. He couldn't even relax.
In the empty Radiant Paradise, all of the scarlet and green flying swords surged up like a waterfall. Finally, they gathered to form a scarlet and green sword that was several meters long!
At this moment, the phantom of the Angel God held the Angel Holy Sword in his hand and suddenly slashed down.
Several rays of light suddenly flashed in the phantom's eyes.
In the next moment, the two hundred and fifty thousand kilograms of scarlet and green flying swords seemed to have frozen the air.
The density had reached a limit.
Rumble!
The two collided. The Angel Holy Sword in the phantom's hand shook violently. The Holy Sword burst out with violent golden flames and cut the scarlet and green flying swords.
It shook into countless Xuanming Blood Dragon Thorns.
Wang Feng's spiritual power shook. The golden flames of the Holy Sword were covered with a layer of purified spiritual power.
His heart sank slightly.
The Dark Angel Martial Soul in his sea of consciousness roared again.
Under this boundless pressure, Wang Feng's seven blood traces were boiling hot. It was as if they were about to melt him.
The Dark Angel Martial Soul was restricted and couldn't be used.
But at this moment, Wang Feng felt the seven blood traces burning under the pressure of the Angel God's phantom. An explosive power came from the blood traces.
Wang Feng raised his head and looked at the phantom that was slashing down. His pitch-black eyes emitted extreme darkness.
The phantom looked into Wang Feng's eyes. It was as if he could see through Wang Feng's eyes and see the Dark Angel Martial Soul in his sea of consciousness.
There was a moment of hesitation.
It was at this moment that Wang Feng's body burned with boiling demonic flames again. He broke free from the golden chains on the cross, stepped on it, and punched at the phantom!
The end of the blood traces on his huge fist was condensed with a substantial dark flame aura.
He punched the Angel Holy Sword.
"Hmph."
In the next moment, the phantom suddenly retracted the Holy Sword and let out a loud sound. He also stretched out his arm and formed a fist. The fist burned with golden flame aura and directly collided with Wang Feng's fist!
Boom!
Under the two enormous forces, endless flame aura erupted and instantly extinguished the surrounding Radiant Paradise phantom!
A trace of surprise flashed in the phantom's eyes. Its huge body was shaken back a little. In the hazy white clouds, a light flashed in its eyes. It stared at Wang Feng's figure, and his figure gradually faded.
At the same time.
At the moment when the fist collided with the Angel God's phantom, endless flame light erupted in the sky.
A copious amount of power made Wang Feng feel that he couldn't resist. His whole body flew down from the sky!
The strangest thing was that at the moment of collision, the golden flame on the phantom's fist instantly attached to Wang Feng's body. In an instant, it covered the black flame aura burning on his body due to the power of the blood traces.
It was incomparably strange.