Wu Po Jiuxiao

One thousand 790 seven chapters werewolves?

"Buzzing..."

Waves of holy power quickly merged into Ye Fantian's eyebrows. This power is unparalleled, and it seems to have its own consciousness, but it is very powerful.

"What power is this?"

Ye Fantian's mind moved slightly, and he quickly found the source of this power, which actually emanated from those innocent souls.

These wronged souls have completely broken the past of torture and humiliation they suffered during their lifetime. Now they only have the joy of nature, and they just believe in their current belief, which is the Holy Infant.

With the blessing of this belief, thick rays of light slowly appeared on the body of the holy baby.

These rays of light, the Holy Infant will gradually divide a part of Ye Fantian.

"The power of faith... this is the power of faith."

Chekov's eyeballs almost popped out.

Obviously, he is extremely concerned about the power of this belief.

"The power of faith?"

Ye Fantian's heart moved slightly, but just when he was about to speak, suddenly, the space collapsed, and waves of energy rushed towards this side quickly.

"This power...!?"

Chekov's face changed slightly.

Then quickly rushed out in one direction.

"Where are you going?"

The Bull Demon King chased after him.

This guy is still very appetizing to Chekov, and among the energies just now, the intertwined fluctuations already have the power of the law of martial arts, which is simply not something that Chekov can handle now.

"Go and see..."

Ye Fantian also chased after him.

The energy surrounding it just now is just a slight aftermath, but it is enough to make one's heart palpitate. If this energy bursts out in full force, it may shake the entire city.

Both Ye Fantian and the Bull Demon King were extremely powerful, and their speed was astonishingly fast. They sensed Chekhov's presence in an instant, and then frantically chased them in this direction.

It was in a wilderness.

Ye Fantian also recognized this place as the largest wilderness in the city. The area here is large, and the air is fresh, which is quite suitable for human habitation. As a result, although many people have taken a fancy to this piece of fat, no one has come to develop it, because the area is too large. If it is to be developed, it will inevitably require a lot of funds. This is a grand project, unless there is an absolute Be sure, otherwise no one will choose easily.

"Ow..."

A wolf howl came out.

Waves of dark energy fluctuations quickly began to show.

"Ow..."

As if there was a chain reaction, with the appearance of a howl of wolves, there were more than a dozen howls of wolves in the surrounding area.

"Clap clap clap..."

These howling wolves originally looked like humans, but soon, their bodies began to swell to an infinitely huge extent. Their bodies, which were originally only two meters in size, now all reached about three meters. To a certain extent, they looked like giants one by one, with wolf hair growing on their bodies, and their heads were very similar to wolves.

He has a burly figure, and his speed quickly becomes terrifying.

"A werewolf?"

Ye Fantian held down Chekov who was about to rush forward, and said in a low voice.

"The Lord said, let there be light!"

A faint voice came out, this voice was benevolent, but extremely cold, and endless chilling aura erupted slowly.

The speaker was wearing a set of bishop's robes, which was a set of divine robes with a breath of glory, and there were even angels singing on it.

"Damn it, this is just an inconspicuous bishop, why does he have such a set of divine robes? Master Chekhov doesn't even have such high-grade divine robes. Is this bastard the Pope's illegitimate son?"

Chekov roared thoughtfully, but his eyes were still cold.

"Heretics must die, you have desecrated holiness, you belong to darkness, you are the creatures of Satan, so you must die, the Lord said, you are guilty!"

The man said every word.

"Ow..."

He was greeted by a shrill wolf howl.

The body also immediately began to rush violently.

Clang clang!

Behind the bishop, a group of sixteen or seventeen men in medieval knight armor pulled out their long swords in unison.

The white light on his body is completely white, but the effect is not trivial. It spreads rapidly and surges, gathering in it like a white dragon.

"This is a paladin. This is a paladin. Damn it, it's only been a short period of ten years. How can there be such a proliferation of paladins?"

Seeing the fluctuations emanating from the sixteen or seventeen knights, Chekov's eyeballs almost popped out.

"Young Master Ye, I want to go up, I want to kill!"

Ye Fantian curled his lips:

"These people are enough to deal with those werewolves, and nothing will change if you go up, so you don't need to worry about those knights."

Chekov's eyes widened:

"Who said to kill those werewolves? I'm going to go up and kill these hateful Vatican bishops and paladins!"

When it came to this point, Chekov's teeth were already chattering, as if he was enduring something.

"laugh……"

A white light flashed, and then a huge cross sword formed behind the bishop.

"Punishment, accept the Lord's gift!"

"Ow..."

The huge werewolf was stabbed violently by the cross sword, and the next moment, a paladin directly used the long sword in his hand, quickly piercing through his body.

"Purify, dark ants!"

A huge cross suddenly grew stronger, and began to surround the werewolves.

"Leave me alone, leave, run away quickly!"

The werewolf who was pierced by the long sword roared mournfully.

"None of you can escape, you ants, you are creatures of darkness, you have robbed the Lord's gift, you must die, all of you must die!"

laugh……

The huge cross quickly covered half of the sky, completely enveloping these werewolves. This is the power of the bishop. Once it is used, it is invincible. The paladin's long sword is extremely sharp, and every time it is swung, it can bring a rain of blood.

"Lord, lord, lord, your sister..."

A roar suddenly roared, and a holy light quickly appeared from one side.

Chekov finally made a move...

"Who!"

The bishop's complexion changed slightly, not only him, but even the faces of the other paladins also became slightly ugly, apparently they didn't expect someone to appear again at this time.

"Your uncle!"

Chekov's face was gloomy, his speed was astonishingly fast, his hands formed seals, and a huge cross sword quickly formed:

"Bright Cross!"

His strength is stronger than those of these people, and under his anger at this time, the strength he exerted is even more terrifying. The seals of his hands are superimposed one after another, and a huge phantom rises behind him, and this huge phantom begins to erupt , that is a holy angel phantom, like a god, with both hands controlling a holy light.

"boom"

Finally at this moment, the cross sword rushed out quickly, turning into an overwhelming appearance.

With the appearance of a huge explosion, the bishop's energy was blown away and scattered!

"This is the power of light. You are from the Vatican. You are surrounded by the glory of the Lord. You actually shot at me. You are blaspheming the glory of the Lord. You are a heretic!"

"kill!"

A dozen paladins roared in unison.

"Moo..."

With a loud roar, the Bull Demon King tore apart the sky, and his body rushed out quickly.

After receiving this roar, the paladin's body immediately trembled, and the rays of glory continued to tremble, obviously stunned by the huge vibration.

"God's Judgment!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chekov also quickly made a move, his palm turned into a divine sword, and a white divine sword swung down, drawing a huge trace like a holy sword of a god.

This gigantic holy sword was a full hundred meters in length, tearing the sky into huge cracks in an instant.

"Heretical? Could you, Master Chekhov, be a heretic? When you became the archbishop in red, you didn't know where you were."

"Chekov? Those who blaspheme the glory of the Lord, you are still alive!?"

Obviously, Chekhov's name is very scary.

The word Chekov, like a nightmare, began to envelope the bishop's heart.

"It seems that you still know the name of the uncle..."

Chekhov smiled ferociously, and waved his palm, which contained the aura of glory, which turned into a bright sword, and disappeared instantly on the bishop's body.

"Do not……"

At that moment, the head was instantly chopped into pieces.

"Glory is my life!"

More than a dozen paladins knelt on the ground together.

"Not good! This is a gift! They have holy artifacts on their bodies!"

Chekov shouted sternly.

"Zizzizi..."

The white rays of light turned into white snake-like postures, and quickly spread out from the body. In just a moment, their bodies have already changed suddenly.

The armor is still the same armor, but it is older than before, but vaguely, the bodies of these dozen people have a trace of holiness at this time, and they are stronger than the original posture.

Holy light descended from the sky, forming a beam of light, covering the bodies of these dozen people...

"Holy Artifacts, you actually have more than a dozen holy artefacts!"

Chekov's eyeballs almost popped out.

"kill!"

A dozen or so people had cold faces, and the murderous aura on their bodies almost shook the entire sky. The white light they aroused was extremely holy, but it carried endless killings.

Although his strength is terrifying, even among many bishops, he is considered famous, but facing this group of real holy knights wearing sacred weapons, he couldn't help being a little stretched at this time .

"boom!"

A foot descended from the sky, stepped down fiercely, stepped down heavily, this foot, with endless light, seemed to stretch out from the sky, the strength was earth-shattering...