Fighter of the Destiny

The words "Bi Yihong Hong" were naturally addressed to Mrs. Mu and Heipao.

Mrs. Mu stood with her hands behind her hands, as if facing the sea, with an extremely solemn expression, and did not answer this question.

The tree on the edge of the cliff had been completely destroyed by the fist, but the shadow of the tree still remained where the black robe stood.

The mottled tree shadows fell on him, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his voice could not be concealed.

Weird laughter overflowed from the black robe, and then rolled around the world like thunder, deafening.

Bie Yihong's expression gradually returned to calmness, and her mood sank.

Today he came to avenge the murder of his son, but now it seems that he will die here too.

With a cry, he stood up with a flick of his sleeves. The virtual sword, which was made of extremely pure starlight, rose from the ground, cut through the sky thousands of feet away, and slashed towards the white cloud.

It seemed like a real friction sound, like a heavy mountain peak sliding on the ground. The white cloud swayed slightly for a moment. The little red flower trapped in it looked at the opportunity and turned into a red stream of light, returning to the cliff flat on the ground, quietly. It hovered quietly above his head, looking extremely alert.

The white clouds dispersed, and the golden light filled the entire sky, extremely bright and dazzling.

If there were no restrictions placed by the black robe in advance, this light would have shocked the entire continent.

Now only a few people on both sides of the Red River can see this light.

But because it was too bright, they couldn't see the real picture at all.

Bieyang Hong and Infinite Bi could be seen, and their expressions became extremely solemn.

There is even a hint of confusion and fear of the unknown in the infinite blue eyes.

Two figures gradually appeared in the infinite light.

Dozens of feet of white wings slowly swayed behind them.

The two people were not wearing any clothes, and their body curves were extremely perfect and smooth. Nothing superfluous could be seen, and it was impossible to tell the gender.

Countless rays of light emanated from their bodies and wings, appearing extremely sacred and full of will to destroy.

What are these two people? Where do you come from?

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"The Angel of Holy Light has arrived, do you still want to resist?"

The voice in the black robe seemed particularly cold, but compared with the past thousand years, it contained some more indescribable emotions.

It seemed that the two existences he called Holy Light Angels that appeared in the light also had some impact on his state of mind.

The legend became true and appeared in front of my eyes. Biyanhong was really surprised.

But after all, he is one of the strongest people on this continent, and he quickly regained his true calm.

Especially when his eyes penetrated the light and swept over the bodies of the two angels, his expression became indifferent.

"Just these two monsters who are neither male nor female?"

I wonder if the two so-called Holy Light Angels in the sky understood what he said.

The battle started the next moment.

The two streams of light ignored the distance of thousands of feet from the blue sky to the cliff flat, and seemed to travel directly through the space, arriving in front of a different kind of red and infinite blue.

What followed was infinite light, terrifying pressure, and a sacred but extremely destructive attack.

In the bright and dazzling light, Biyihong and Wuxianbi saw the faces of the two angels at close range for the first time, even though it was only for a moment.

The faces of those two angels were extremely perfect, and their expressions were absolutely indifferent, devoid of any human emotions, and full of divine feeling.

There is an arc-shaped light mark between their eyebrows, which is very beautiful and holy.

From a human perspective, these two angels look very similar and can only be distinguished by their breath. One is extremely cold and the other is extremely violent, but those emotions are also not human emotions. They are more like some kind of inanimate body, such as violent waves, cold frost and snow.

A sword light tore through the waves of light and slashed towards the extremely cold angel, but was caught between the two wings.

Bieyang Hong felt a force as majestic as the starry sky coming from him.

The virtual sword condensed by the starlight suddenly shattered into countless fragments.

The little red flower screamed up, its petals blooming, blocking all the fragments and the accompanying waves of light.

There was a loud bang!

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the cliff, gravel flew wildly, and a pit several feet deep appeared.

Bieyang Hong stood at the bottom of the pit, raising his hands to welcome him.

The angel floated in the air with an indifferent expression, pressing down with one hand.

The situation on the other side is even more critical.

Looking at the angel falling from the sky, Wuwubi thought about the legend he had read in the Wanshou Pavilion when he was a child. He was frightened and uneasy, his heart was trembling with fear, and his Taoist heart was difficult to guard. The lotus sea was windless and swaying, and defenses appeared. There was a loophole, the angel turned into a stream of light and bullied it in, and a beam of light fell like a sword!

With a soft scraping sound, Wuwu Bi's left arm was completely chopped off, and flew into the sky with a dazzling golden blood!

Listening to his wife's screams, Bi Yihong roared angrily, and thrust out both fists, holding the Xinghui True Essence that he had cultivated for hundreds of years, knocking the angel back, and quickly rushed to the front of Wufenbi, with a blow from his right hand. With this move, he once again formed a Star Sword and slashed the angel away.

The little red flower flew back, flying at high speed around the bodies of Biyanghong and Infinite Bi, like a meteor, spreading a powerful aura, temporarily maintaining the situation.

Just by meeting each other, Bieyanghong knew that these two angels from the Holy Light Continent were very scary.

These two angels seem to instinctively understand and freely use the laws of heaven and earth. If placed in the monastic system of this continent, they are innate powerhouses in the sacred field, and their bodies seem to be made of the purest holy spirit. The composition of light energy is average, extremely hard, and difficult to destroy. Even the royal family of the demon clan has a hard time matching it. The most terrifying thing is that they have unimaginable speed and reaction, just like real light, it seems to be able to violate the principles of law. Advance and retreat freely.

Faced with such a powerful and terrifying opponent, and without any experience, Bieyanghong, who is ranked at the forefront among the strong men in the sacred field, finds it very difficult to deal with it. As for Infinite Bi, it seems a bit vulnerable, if not Bieyanghong Hong's reaction was so quick that he might have been killed on the spot.

Wuwu Bi knew that the situation was extremely dangerous, so even though the severed arm was in extreme pain, and the sacred power inside was still raging, preventing her from using the starlight to repair her body, she gritted her teeth and did not make any sound, just a look on her face. She was as pale as snow, and the palpitation in her eyes could not be eliminated no matter what.

Bieyanghong looked at his wife's miserable state, his eyes slightly cold, and he was extremely angry.

Two angels were floating in the air, looking at the infinite green and unique red on the cliff with expressionless faces.

The cold angel's gaze fell on Wuxianbi's severed arm, looking at the dripping golden blood, and suddenly said something.

When he spoke, his expression was indifferent, but his voice sounded extremely majestic.

He should be using the language of Holy Light Continent, and the tone is extremely weird and complicated.

Logically speaking, no one on Yaping should be able to understand what he said.

Miraculously, his words were blown by the cold wind in the mountains and became the language of this continent.

"You are indeed a fire thief. You have blasphemed the gods and must die."