Super Golden Eye

"No... even the angels came out?"

Most of the people present were Westerners, even if they believed in devil gods, they had a sense of awe for angels. For a while, everyone hesitated.

Even Fang Yang was very surprised. It turned out that Blatter still had this method.

He could sense it, as if Blatt, who was like an angel, was actually able to catch up with the peak of the late stage of the heavenly rank, and there was only a slight gap between him and the evil god.

"Om!"

His eyes opened abruptly, and two scarlet flames spurted out of his eyes, which was fleeting.

Flip his hands, two long swords, completely condensed from silver-white holy brilliance, have already appeared in Blatter's hands.

"The evil **** of wealth, don't be stubborn! Only the light is worthy of being followed!"

In the cold voice, Blatter held swords in both hands, sharp blades, and pointed towards the evil **** of wealth.

"interesting!"

The God of Fortune raised his brows, suddenly laughed, and turned his head to look at Gros.

Blatter has such a method, how can ancient Rus not have a special method?

"Blatt, I didn't expect you to have this method."

Guros curled his lips and squeezed his hands tightly. In his body, a strong demonic energy surged.

"Grumbling!"

The purple-black magic energy emerged, and it suddenly turned into a piece of armor, protecting Ancient Rus in his body.

As soon as the armor appeared, the momentum of Ancient Rus was like a volcanic eruption, and it went up "crashing".

Feeling the breath of Guros and Blatter at this time, even if it is the evil **** of wealth, his brows are frowning.

Their methods made him feel the danger.

However, it is just dangerous. He is confident that as long as nothing can distract him, he will never fail.

"Gluck...yes, the current strength makes people a little bit interested."

The God of Wealth narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hands suddenly, and dozens of golden rays of light roared, shooting towards the two of Guros and Blatter.

"Dangdangdang!"

Guros made no resistance, letting the golden light hit him, making a crisp sound.

As for Blatter, his lips moved abruptly, three pairs of wings vibrated, and an illusory angel appeared, instantly enveloping those golden lights, and then annihilated.

"The evil **** of wealth, come out with your true ability!"

"If you have the courage, come to fight!"

Guros and Blatt roared, their bodies resembling big peng birds, soaring into the air.

"Hahaha, since you want to provoke me, then be prepared to bear my anger!"

Facing the battle between Guros and Blatter, the God of Wealth was not timid, and immediately followed.

He wasn't worried about what would go wrong, after all, there was an Evil God guarding here.

The special ability of the Evil God, even he finds it tricky, how can he worry about such ants?

"Boom!"

"Om!"

As the God of Wealth flew high into the sky, the surging wind, strong sound, and special fluctuations swept and echoed in this space.

Everyone looked up, but couldn't see the scene in the sky clearly, and they were all worried.

Not far away, Fang Yang frowned. He didn't know why, but he always felt that something was wrong.

The evil **** of wealth is also an evil god, how could it be so easy to fight the two of Guros and Blatter? It is really amazing to watch them adjust their own state.

"Gluck..."

Suddenly, the demented Cthulhu God suddenly raised his head, pointed his fingers at the crowd, and his words seemed to roar like a ghost from Jiuyou Hell.

"Shoot, tear all these people out of me!"

"Swish!"

As the voice of the evil **** fell, hundreds of people's pupils were blood-red, just like wild beasts, roaring, and rushing towards the crowd.

"kill!"

Jiang Bochu and the others yelled loudly early and waited a long time, and the power in their bodies burst out.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, everyone fought fiercely together.

The infatuated expression looked demented, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the battlefield for a moment, suddenly raised his foot, and walked towards the crowd.

He suddenly realized that Jiang Bochu's strength and strength would cause great damage to their people.

Don't look at his dementia, but he is not stupid, and the strength of both sides is calculated from the beginning.

However, he did not notice that when he slowly walked towards the battlefield, a figure quietly approached him.

"Da da!"

The evil **** walks very slowly, just like an old man with inconvenience, step by step approaching Jiang Bochu and other powerful people.

Every step out, the crisp sound of footsteps, like drums from hell, is breathtaking.

As he got closer, Jiang Bochu and the others, all their hearts accelerated, and they beat violently.

Coupled with the fact that they were already in the fight, they were panicked for a moment, and they gave their opponents a chance to be recruited.

Even Jiang Bochu, after losing his first opportunity, fell into a passive state, and could only dodge attacks continuously.

Perceiving this, the Evil God was very satisfied, his eyes narrowed slightly, the chill suddenly rose, and he was forced to Jiang Bochu.

Kill you while you are sick!

Infatuation is not a good thing, but it won't give Jiang Bochu too many opportunities.

However, just when the Evil God was mobilizing his spiritual power to oppress and attack Jiang Bochu, a sharp sword aura suddenly burst out of the air on the side of his body!

"call!"

The strong wind and sharp, strong sword aura quickly passed the arm of the evil **** with lightning speed!

"what!"

In the next moment, amid the screams, a section of his arm flew into the sky, and blood spurted out like a fountain of blood.

"Huh!"

A figure emerged and appeared beside the Evil God. The movement kept moving. With a long sword in his hand, the sharp blade stabbed at the Evil God again.

Fang Yang knew that such a bit of injury was not serious to Cthulhu, and there was no sense of joy at all. As soon as he appeared, it was another killer move!

I have to say that Fang Yang's movements are fast, but the Evil God is not a mortal. Almost the moment Fang Yang's Dragonscale Sword attacked again, his figure flickered, like a fish swimming, slipping out.

As soon as he rushed out, the evil spirits twisted his figure several times, and distanced himself from Fang Yang.

"hiss……"

Taking a breath of cold air, the evil spirits stretched out his hand to cover the broken place of his left arm, blood was flowing like a fountain, and his right hand was wet in an instant.

The intense pain felt like a tide, constantly attacking his head, making him grin.

That kind of pain, even a god, could not be tolerated!

After gritting his teeth, the Evil God reached out his hand and tapped a few times at the broken arm. The next moment, the speed of the blood flow slowed down a lot. Even the pain is relieved a lot.

Turning his head to look, after he saw Fang Yang's figure, he immediately squeezed his right hand, looking at Fang Yang's eyes, full of angry flames!

Since he cultivated to the realm of Dacheng, he has never suffered such a serious injury!

What's more, it's been attacked so far!

"Asshole, little bastard, today I am going to thwart you!"

The hoarse voice, as if coming from the Jiuyou Hell, echoed in Fang Yang's ear.