"Hoo … …"
Eight white shadows descended from the sky.
In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Su Ziyang.
These eight people, each with two pairs of wings, are the two-winged angels of the god race.
After these eight angels appeared, there was dead silence all around.
Everyone stared with their eyes wide open, full of disbelief.
"The god race made a move? They also want the artifact? "
"For so long, this Western Divine Hammer has not seen them come to snatch it, why today?"
"Don't you understand? If they come to snatch it usually, they will pay a huge price, and it is naturally easier to snatch the ready-made one! "
Everyone stared at the eight angels, their faces full of fear.
Su Ziyang stopped, the corner of his mouth raised a sneer, "Are you here to snatch the divine hammer?"
"It's good that you know! You can't keep the divine hammer, hand it over now, and you will have a chance to live! "
An angel pointed his sword at Su Ziyang and said faintly.
Eight angels stood there, full of momentum.
That kind of arrogance of a superior, without pretending, was perfectly performed.
They looked at Su Ziyang as if a god was looking down on an ant.
"Hehe, just with you guys?"
Su Ziyang said faintly.
That kind of contempt and indifference, inadvertently revealed.
"Presumptuous!"
There was a loud shout.
An angel moved.
He held a huge sword in his hand and rushed towards Su Ziyang like lightning.
That speed was so fast that people couldn't react.
"Die!"
The angel held a huge sword in his hand, aimed at Su Ziyang, and slashed out with a sword.
"Buzz … …"
A sword light, like a thunder, burst out with a roar.
The angel saw that Su Ziyang did not move, the corner of his mouth raised a cruel sneer.
However.
The next second.
His face could not help but change greatly, and his pupils shrank.
He discovered that his attack had actually missed.
What stabbed was only Su Ziyang's afterimage.
How was this possible?
Who could compete with an angel in speed?
"Hehe … …"
Behind him, there was a sound that made his scalp tingle.
This angel was about to turn around, but found that his wings were tightly grasped by someone.
He had exhausted all his means, but he still couldn't break free.
Then, he felt a sharp pain.
"Kacha …"
The sound of bones breaking could be heard.
One of the wings on the angel's back was ripped off by Su Ziyang.
"Ah …"
A shrill scream pierced through the sky.
Then, the other wing was plucked off as well.
The angel could do nothing but scream in agony.
Su Ziyang raised his fist, aimed at the angel, and punched out.
"Whoosh … Bang …"
The angel crashed heavily into the ground like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Boom …"
Su Ziyang descended from the sky, his large foot landing squarely on the angel's face.
That incomparably handsome face was trampled until it was deformed. It was extremely ugly.
"Impudent! You dare to attack me? You lowly commoner, are you tired of living?"
Right after those words were spoken, a massive foot descended from the sky.
"Boom …"
With a stomp of his foot, his throat was stomped out of shape.
His voice came to an abrupt halt.
However, it didn't stop.
Su Ziyang stomped on the angel's body again and again.
Every kick burst out with a deafening sound.
This angel's body was completely distorted and deformed. It was too horrible to look at.
Such a scene strongly stimulated everyone's eyeballs.
The sound of sucking in cold air rose one after another.
Everyone's eyes widened, revealing disbelief and surprise.
He was really fearless.
Killing the angel was like killing a chicken.
The high and mighty God Race was beaten to the point that they couldn't resist.
Their arrogant ants actually trampled them under their feet.
The whole process happened in an instant. By the time the other angels reacted, the angel under Su Ziyang's feet had already stopped breathing.
"Zi …"
Four-colored lightning burst out from the dead angel's body from time to time.
His body also twitched. After a while, there was no more movement. He couldn't be more dead.
"This … …"
The other seven angels stood in place, their faces full of shock.
They looked at Su Ziyang with eyes full of fear.
The next second, they were even more shocked.
They found that no matter how they called, the angel who fell to the ground did not resurrect.
"… …"
They opened their mouths but didn't say a word.
There was an incomparable look of fear on their faces.
Their bodies were trembling slightly.
His arrogance had completely disappeared at this moment.
"This … … is this still a human?"
"He … … what kind of monster is he?"
"Run!"
The remaining angels, after nodding to each other, spread their wings in seven directions, and flew toward the sky.
However.
"Want to run?"
Su Ziyang showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth and immediately used the sun and moon shuttle.
This move, after the bloodline fusion, was several times stronger.
The shuttle distance, number of times, and speed were much stronger.
"Swoosh … …"
Su Ziyang's figure flashed continuously.
When he appeared again, he returned to the same place.
In his hand, he grabbed seven angels as if he was holding seven chickens.
"You … … what do you want to do?"
"Let go of me, we are angels. If you kill us, you will never live."
Hearing this, Su Ziyang just smiled coldly.
"So what if you are an angel?"
"What I want to kill is you!"
After saying that, Su Ziyang's right hand exerted force and began to break their wings.
"Ah … …"
The shrill scream made people's hair stand on end and cold sweat flow.
In the eyes of the crowd, Su Ziyang once again broke the wings of the seven angels.
"Without wings, let's see how you can fly?"
Su Ziyang looked at their extremely resentful faces and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"Fourth Prince, save me!"
Looking at Su Ziyang's big foot smashing down, the seven people let out a hysterical cry.
After this sound.
"Hoo … …"
Above the sky, two figures flew down.
The person in the lead was the fourth son of the Sword Continent's Lord, Prince Joel.
Behind him, followed a man in fiery red.
His clothes were fiery red, his skin was fiery red, and even his hair was fiery red.
Behind him, there were two pairs of fiery red wings.
The aura on his body was indiscernible.
It looked like he was an ordinary angel, and no one could detect his existence.
Behind Joel, there were also two pairs of wings.
He looked at Su Ziyang, his face calm, showing an expression of control.
"Clap … …"
Then, he clapped his hands.
"Not bad, not bad!"
"It's really beyond my expectations to be able to hold on until now!"
"Thanos, I won't embarrass you, let them go, hand over the artifact, recognize me as your master, and I can guarantee that I will definitely give you a way out!" Joel said.
Su Ziyang did not speak.
At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the fiery red angel.
There was a cautious look on his face.
It wasn't until Joel called him several times that he came back to his senses.
"What if I don't?" Su Ziyang said coldly.
"I'll make you beg for death!"
Joel's face, killing intent surged wildly from his body.
The fiery red angel behind him released his aura, ready to attack at any time.
"Is that so?"
"I'd like to see how you save them!"
After speaking, Su Ziyang lifted his big foot and used his bloodline power.
"Zi … …"
Four-colored lightning surged on Su Ziyang's feet.
Immediately afterward, he raised his foot, aimed at the seven angels, and stomped down.
"Hoo … …"
The power of the foot seemed to be able to tear everything, and the air was broken one after another.
Seeing this scene, the seven angels' faces changed drastically.
"No!"
"Presumptuous!"
"How dare you!"
Three voices sounded at the same time.
… …
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