Please ask the dream

A few flashes of lightning jumped through the dark clouds in the sky, and then the thunder came late, but the rolling thunder did not reach the ground, because before that, the loud noise caused by the collision of the two weapons had already occupied all the space for it to show its power.

Bayonet and long sword, no matter where they are, can only be regarded as light weapons, but at this time, in the collision where they should not be used, they burst out with the effect of heavy weapons.

It's not that the two don't know how to use swords, but at this moment, only this kind of head-on confrontation is the most appropriate choice.

The body of the oath-breaker has been completely covered by the milky white light, and a pair of wings formed by the light are faintly spread behind him. The bayonet, which was originally only the length of the forearm, is now wrapped in the light, faintly turning into a heavy scepter.

The ink dye in Feng Xue's hand is like a paintbrush. He took it out from the golden finger and practiced swordsmanship and ink painting for many years, and he was able to wield it freely.

Marks of ink fell on the deserted streets that were not empty, but the golden glow tried to wipe out all the ink.

The two fought for only three seconds, and Feng Xue's attitude finally changed from indifference to a little interest.

"Have you investigated my fighting habits? In that case, why come alone?" The long sword swept across, and countless ink shadows were instantly activated, and sword lights blocked all the retreat routes of the oath-breaker.

"Give you wings, so that you can see the power of God..."

Accompanied by a recitation that sounded like a poem, the originally illusory wings suddenly turned into substance, completely wrapping the oath-breaker.

Feng Xue had dealt with this group of religious lunatics who used the scriptures as hints. He took a step forward and clenched his left hand into a phoenix eye.

The ripples in his body vibrated at a high speed, and a clear spiral trajectory slowly formed in his eyes.

The golden vortex had been constructed, and the shield woven by the wings was completely shattered in just a moment.

Mo Ran, who had been holding his sword in reverse, slashed at a strange angle. Almost at the same time as he punched, three blade lights fell almost at the same time.

"Secret Sword·Yan Fan!"

Three blades flashed, and two blood marks suddenly appeared on the body of the Forsaken, but at this time, the blood that spurted out seemed to be... a little silvery.

"Under such circumstances, you can actually dodge a sword, really good!" Feng Xue stabbed straight with his long sword, completely piercing his heart, and with a flick of his hand, a few points of silver blood also merged into Mo Hen.

Yan Fan was a skill he drew when he first came here, but he was unlucky and only drew a defective product that could cut two swords at the same time. However, through the training of these years, he has relied on the extraordinary power of this world to complete it. Although it is not as good as the original version of the outstanding art of achieving dimensional overlap with sword skills alone, in terms of effect, it is almost the same.

"Another one who is here to die." Feng Xue sighed, feeling a little bored about such an easy opponent to defeat, but he would not deliberately let him go for such a thing. He fought to become stronger. If he relied on holding back to win, it would be better to fight with his own younger brother.

"Well, that's not right!"

Suddenly, a sense of danger was captured by his extraordinary intuition. After a short thought, he suddenly found an abnormality-

The gold finger did not play the achievement!

Although the enemy was not strong, it was a bit strange for the gold finger that would play the ordinary achievement of [bullying the weak] even if he fought a gangster on the roadside.

But on the other hand, it seemed to prove a problem-

The battle is not over yet!

Pulling out Mo Ran, Feng Xue checked the body in front of him. There was nothing special except that the blood had turned silver.

Seeing that this thing had no intention of getting up, Feng Xue frowned and thought to himself:

"Let's test it."

Thus, he sheathed his sword, but without Hui Liuli present, he waved his hand and an umbrella opened immediately, followed by a downpour.

After all these years, Caleb's rain seems to have become his business card. What kind of rain falls from the sky means what he is doing.

But continuous rainstorms like this still make those who know the situation feel terrified.

However, it was at this moment when the rain curtain blocked the view that a hymn mixed with some electronic music sounded behind him. Feng Xue could only be speechless about the act of sneak attack and turning on the speakers, but soon, he realized the reason-

The attack did not come from the same position as the hymn.

However...

"My rain is the [Rain Tiger Freedom Technique]!"

After experiencing the powerful posture after transformation many times, Feng Xue combined [Observation Haki], [Aura Viewing Technique] and [Rain Praying] to develop this Rain Tiger Freedom Technique that gives his perception to every drop of rain, thereby expanding the perception range and improving the perception accuracy. Whether it rains before or after the battle, it is just to give people the impression that he likes to pretend by raining.

When a blank space appears in the dense rain curtain, Feng Xue can no longer be attacked successfully.

Feng Xue stopped the humanoid creature wearing golden armor, with six wings on its back and a body that looked like it was made of light. Facing such an enemy full of divine aura, Feng Xue sighed——

"No matter how gorgeous your appearance is, it can't hide your nightmare nature! I thought only the evil cultists in Shinra would do the nightmare thing, but the Eden Cult is also doing it... No, maybe those evil cultists are helping them research it?"

Muttering blasphemous words, Feng Xue's body suddenly collapsed.

He was not stupid enough to come into close contact with such a nightmare. With the disappearance of the substitute, a hole exploded on the golden armor of the "Angel" before a gunshot.

"..."

A silent roar came from the blurred face of the "Angel", but what was waiting for it was bullet after bullet. The bullets infused with Feng Xue's murderous intent splashed ripples, but the angel seemed to be completely unharmed and waved its wings to kill Feng Xue.

"Tsk... I still have to use it!"

No hesitation, use it when it is needed!

The illusory mask turned into a real entity, and the gorgeous sound effects expanded behind him.

"Transform!"

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and countless light bands flowed out of the mask, turning into the complex armor that wrapped his whole body.

"Catch the Kan and fill the Li, capture the dragon and subdue the tiger, this moment is the time to condense!"

The various skills mastered before merged into one again, and Feng Xue seemed to feel that a giant eye had formed on his head, looking down at everything around him from a God's perspective.

The whole world seemed to have lost its color and texture, leaving only the most essential structure.

The raindrops seemed to stop in the air at this moment, and the dazzling angel became clear and transparent.

His hands drew a strange trajectory in front of him, and nine stars shone at the turning point of the trajectory, condensing into a sickle that seemed to be able to harvest life, and merged into the clenched fist.

"Imperial Chariot!"