Pirate's Infinite Wings

If the council is the highest authority in the magical world of the Fiore Kingdom, then the Paladins are above this, a privileged class with the right to execute on the spot.

Moreover, if the Paladin kills, as long as there are good reasons, there will be nothing at all.

The council cannot rule, capture, and dispose of the Paladin, only the Temple of Knights can.As for the knight commander, only the king can depose.

But for the general wizards, especially for the dark wizards, it's okay to face the people of the council. If it is a paladin in the temple of knights, it will be troublesome.

At least the members of the council will not kill people on the spot, but will be arrested back and wait for the verdict, but the Paladin did not discuss the murder, it depends entirely on the mood.

Seeing a paladin suddenly appeared at this time, Eli Gore’s killing intent immediately spread indefinitely, “Hand over Lalabai? Don’t laugh to death. The paladins, a group of trash sitting on too high power, will only Breeding corruption! Now that you have seen it, you can't let you leave safely, and together with you, wipe out all the guild leaders!"

"Hello, I don't want to listen to a dark wizard preaching. It seems that you are not going to hand over the lullaby. Then the negotiation broke down. I will arrest you with the law enforcement power of the Paladin. Are there complaints?" Fang Lang shrugged She shrugged and put away the paladin epaulettes issued by the Temple of Knights.

"Complaint? What last words do you have!" Eli Gore sneered, bringing the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and gently tapping Fang Lang, "Storm!"

In an instant, the magic of the storm quickly turned into a tornado, sweeping towards Fang Lang, so fast that he was already present in the blink of an eye.

Fang Lang's complexion was calm, the magic source in his body turned rapidly, and the sacred magic erupted. He raised his palm, and suddenly, a beam of holy light flew out, easily piercing the storm wave.

Afterwards, the castration continued unabated, and went straight to Avery Gore.

In comparison, the speed of this sacred judge is a few points faster than the storm.

"What a powerful magic..." Eli Gore's complexion changed, and he lowered his height, and the holy judge almost wiped his hairline and flew over his head.

"The destructive power is average, but you still have the magical power of the storm attribute. It's just the speed." With this, Fang Lang turned his hand to condense the magic, and suddenly, a white and flawless ball of holy light appeared, and then he was gently After throwing it, he flew into the sky, "Sheng Yao!"

The thrown ball of holy light flew to a very high altitude, and then, like another round of the sun, emitting a high concentration of holy light, illuminating everything.

"This is a spherical attack with a radius of kilometers. How do you hide?" Fang Lang watched the show with interest.

As soon as he finished speaking, Avery Gore was illuminated by the holy light, and then screamed, his body seemed to be roasted by flames, and white smoke came out.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

However, Elisa, who was also illuminated by the holy light, was unharmed, but she felt a warm feeling. Not only that, the sunspot chain that bound her was also quickly dissolved under the light of the holy light.

"This magic..." Elisa's mind suddenly settled down. She had seen it once that year. She thought she would never see it again, but she didn't expect to feel it again today.

"It runs very fast," Fang Lang watched Ellie Gore go away, and immediately shouted to the bottom, "Elisa, you come to deal with the others, I will go after Eli Gore."

After finishing speaking, the whole person turned into a holy light and chased up with a whoosh.

"That's it, using Saint Yao to force them to stay away from the villa and protect the guild leaders. It is worthy of Fang Lang." Elisa understood it instantly, and then looked at the hillside, the other dark wizards, "Armor of the Sky Wheel! "

Standing on the hillside, the young wizard who attacked Elisa before could not help but breathe a bit. He did not have the magic power of Eli Gore, just under the Holy Yao, he had a little Of fatigue.

At the same time, the other side.

Eli Gore used his own magical attributes to quickly withdraw from the scope of Shengyao's general illumination, and finally felt better.

It was just a holy light trailing it, surpassing him in an instant, turning into Fang Lang in front of him.

"If you can't escape, let's give up." Fang Lang chuckled, standing in the void, "Hey, hand in the lullaby. It's better not to let this demon come out."

"Huh, who said he's going to run, damn Paladin." Eli Gore looked ugly, raised his hand to Fang Lang, and shouted, "The storm is breaking."

The magical power of the storm surged out, ignoring the wind blade in an instant, pouring towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang tilted his head slightly, and a wind blade wiped his cheeks. However, wherever he passed, a slight wound appeared on his cheek, bloodshot overflowing.

"The attack range is a bit farther than the wind blade itself, the storm attribute is quite powerful, but it is a pity that the magician is too good."

Thinking of this, the wound naturally exudes divine magic and heals instantly.

"Holy Body!" With a soft drink, Fang Lang's muscles seemed to be coated with a milky white light. The next moment, people rushed over, ignoring the wind blade, and punched out.

These wind blades can easily cut buildings, but when they hit Fang Lang, they were shaken apart.

"What?" Avery Gore was slightly surprised, watching the punch, and immediately raised his palm to greet him, "Devil Wind Palm!"

Under this palm, a small tornado unexpectedly formed, like a typhoon, instantly surrendering Fang Lang's right fist.

"Hahaha, your right hand will be crippled!" Eli Gore laughed, and then his right fist hit Fang Lang's cheek suddenly under the wind.

"Stupid." Fang Lang was unmoved, his right fist easily pierced the small typhoon, faster than Eli Gore, and punched the opponent's chin.

boom!

With a muffled sound, Eli Gore screamed, his mouth was bloody and bloody, and the whole person fisted high, but because of the heavy blow at the chin, his head was dim and the sky was dark.

"Unless the magic power is very close, it’s best not to get too close to the magician’s battle. It’s not a wise choice to fight melee." Fang Lang shook his head and taught: "And you can’t do it because of mine. The magic is too much stronger than you."

Eli Gore was confused and his jaw dislocated, causing him to be unable to speak, so he flew high and fell heavily...