Devil’s Son-in-Law

“Stupid woman, looking for death herself.” Michal instantly appeared across the hall, "courage is worth acknowledging, but unfortunately you do not have the Shedalay flower amulet, I will not give you any chance of escape, and will solve you in the fastest possible time! ”

Behind Michal came six pairs of burning wings of golden light, sipping low, and the breath suddenly rose to a terrible level. Her hair and clothes floated violently, and her body was forced to move backwards one step at a time under that powerful pressure.

The outbreak of momentum alone destabilized the similarly peak pseudo-divine power and completely suppressed it.

The victory or loss of this battle, it seems, is no longer in suspense.

“In the face of this role, Michal took it seriously.” Raphael shook his head: “Looks like it won't take three minutes and I'm coming out. ”

“Unfortunately," Chen Rui searched for a place to relax on his back and took a sip of the hardware bottle of fruit wine: “Whether it's you or Michal's wish, it's going to be a disappointment. ”

Raphael revealed a disdainful colour, about to clasp his lips backwards, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he saw a sudden change in the direction of Michal's hair as he flew backwards.

Bullying can easily win, Michal's face changes, feeling a powerful force coming to his face, frontally resisting his breath, the two forces actually... hard to separate!

The opposite body has long stopped moving backwards, with a pair of black wings behind it and burning light in the dark pupils.

“It does seem impossible to settle quickly.” Gabriel, with his eyes closed, had a clear face.

In the ancient arena.

The two masses of enormous energy are confronting each other, causing a terrible ray of energy offset around them.

Had it not been in this arena full of boundaries under the auspices of the Peak Pseudo-Gods, but in the ordinary geographic environment, it would have caused no less terrible collapse than a regional earthquake.

The big arena, with only three spectators, witnessed this fierce collision.

In contrast to Gabriel and Raphael's surprise, Chen Rui appeared to have a chest full of bamboo and was reclining on the observation deck with a small bottle of fruit wine in his hand.

The atmosphere of the two forces that had always stood up suddenly vanished, as did the shadows of Michal and Shizuku.

There is a bright golden ray of light in the sky, with countless black clouds across the way, dark red light in the center, the two groups of forces strike together again, even the sky seems to have cracks.

It's not a simple sense of power, it's a collision of powers.

Golden light cannot penetrate the dark forces of dark clouds, nor can black clouds hide the gold light.

Again, no match.

“This is supposed to be a newly merged body, stronger than that body back then.” At first glance Raphael saw the strangeness of the corpse, "he said,“ to be able to resist Michal. ”

“It's not just the body that's powerful...” Gabriel frowned slightly with his eyes closed, "this is all a positive confrontation, this woman playing with poison tricks is a lot stronger than expected. ”

Michal's mind was equally shocked. Just a few years ago, in the face of his dive into the holy mountain, he took the upper hand without doing all he could. At that time, the dive was only a state of soul, and now, the sense of oppression brought to him by the dive reached such a state!

This is by no means a simple fusion relationship!

Michal, the archangel elder and the closest man to God himself, was able to invoke the power of the light element to the fullest, even in this ancient battlefield, the home of the Holy Mountain of Light.

If you can't get rid of the maggots within 10 minutes, even if it's just Raphael and Gabriel, plus the bug three people who saw it, you'll feel swept away.

Michal took a deep breath, and he had an extra sword in his hand, a fiery red sword body, and the sword was in the shape of a cross. It was the Holy Cross sword of the artifact, and the sword body danced like the sun, chopping into the sword.

Sun, death.

This is Chen Rui's feeling, even if he is outside the field, he can feel the terrible power of the sword.

This was felt when Michal first saw the Holy Cross sword on the summit of the Holy Mountain, except that today Chen Rui was long gone and no longer had that irresistible sense of despair, because now he no longer had to look up to Michal.

Even without the ordinary state of polar star variation or the use of the eye of analysis, his perception captures the battle trajectory of the two great pseudo-gods in a special “calm” context.

This technique, which can be called the “mind and eye”, is one of the fruits of two years of practice.

In this state, he is also able to easily face the pseudo-divine momentum unleashed by Raphael, without the need for the transformation of the Polar Star, because the greatest enemy is not an object, but himself.

The mind, with its initial and ultimate power, has been searching and exploring continuously for two years, wanting to go further than himself, unfortunately without success, only to understand “purple. Polar stars have become" deeper wonders, especially after the merging of the "gods world," and have implicitly touched that highest bottleneck, the entire bottleneck of six stars' evolution.

To see me bigger than I am, and to become a true universe.

This should be the direction of the future and the key to breakthrough in evolution.

Chen Rui's “Purple." The power of Polar Star Variation "has grown enough to counteract the existence of the Peak Pseudo-Gods. If one day he can break through the six star level and further evolve, he does not know exactly what level he will reach.

I don't know if this day can really come, maybe it will come, maybe it won't happen for the rest of my life.

If there were such a day, it would probably only be those giant “corpses” of the chaotic boundary that would be the target of catch-up.

Chen Rui saw her weapon for the first time when a whip appeared in her hand, a dark golden whip, hidden around the black gas. Compared to the sense of oppression of the Holy Cross sword, this whip had little presence, which is perhaps the most powerful part.

Shadow.

Like its name, the phantom whip waves silently, like a ghost charm.

Chen Rui clearly saw it in his heart. The Holy Cross sword was turned into the light of countless deaths. With overwhelming power, it swept into the sword, but the sword was like a kite. It kept its distance from Michal at all times. This method made Michal very uncomfortable and powerfully impossible to come out. Many of the Holy Cross sword's powerful killing moves were rendered useless.

Time goes by and the battle is still glued. Michal was naturally reluctant to engage in this kind of chainsaw battle with the bamboo, allowing an opportunity for twelve golden wings to unfold, and the surrounding space was instantly solidified, like a mirror.

Whatever the magic moves were carried out, they were bounced back, which was tantamount to just spinning in place and being pulled close to Michal in a moment.

Michal's space power!

The Holy Cross sword was brilliant, and this distance was no longer hidden, and suddenly she laughed in the face of the complete gesture of the sun of death.

“Deeper memories, sometimes faded, deeper possessions, can never be all forever. ”

The red light of death instantly dimmed, and the “mirrors” that surrounded it seemed to have been stripped of its skin, quickly withered away and could no longer function.

The power of the "deprivation” of this record far exceeds that of the original summit of the Holy Mountain. It is not only the space that Michaelwei can confine, but also the power of the Holy Cross sword is greatly diminished.

At a moment when the light of the Holy Cross sword was dim, the long whip in the hands of the walrus disappeared and replaced with a pair of black daggers, and the dagger blinked into countless invisible illusions, circling Michal in the midst at super high speeds.

Looking forward, the darkness in the dark cloud quickly erodes the golden light, and the golden light gradually begins to fade.

Michal felt that kind of harsh and horrible offense, even if he was masterful of swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed.

Since when does a bamboo have such a powerful melee capability? Even a few years ago, at the top of the Holy Mountain, it wasn't like that!

Turns out this insidious cunning woman has been luring herself into close combat!

Without paying attention, Michal's cheeks have been drawn with a black blood stain, suddenly feeling numb, and this dagger is clearly poisonous!

“Shit! ”

Wounded! Wounded under the knife of a defeated man! Michal's heart was filled with anger, and the space around him was condensed again, and the offense slowed down. Immediately afterwards, Michelle drank: "God be gracious! ”

Even the peak pseudo-god, it is quite difficult to apply power continuously in an instant, especially when switching between different attributes, which Michal did with ease.

The original dim golden light instantly lit up, the black blood on Michal's face quickly dissipated, and the wound healed as it had originally been - "God is gracious as the sea of infinite light" swept in toward the sea of darkness.

The clouds of darkness were completely swallowed up by the light ocean, as they had just eliminated the solidification of space power and had not yet responded.

At a moment when the light completely devours the rays, the low female voice echoes the entire ancient corner of the battlefield, and even the sea of light cannot isolate that voice with strange powers.

“Really cruel, really poisonous. It's human nature, it's human heart. ”

The ocean-like light lagged behind and the ends began to turn rapidly black, with all the light oceans dyed of black in the blink of an eye.

The dark ocean quickly evaporated into smoke, with infinite black clouds spreading through the center of the arena, a slight tremor throughout the ring, and a slight crack in the ground.

Gabriel felt the tremendous oppression endured at the ancient battlefield, increasing the infusion of Mighty Energy, and those cracks recovered as they had been.

“God is as powerful as hell!” Michal drank loudly, a column of light appeared in the sea of the dark clouds, quickly evaporating the forces of the poison, finally returning to the situation, the two sides are still difficult to separate.

Raphael on the stands was secretly shocked, leaving aside that melee capability, he had just switched power deprivation to highly poisonous power in extreme times, and instantaneous backlash, if not Michal's superior strength and response, had been suppressed.

If he's the one who's facing the wax now, he's afraid he'll fall into the wind.

You know, this is the Holy Mountain of Light, and the most active day of light elements!

When did this woman become so powerful?