.Apart from those three people, the other temple warriors were not seriously injured. Yang Yu's attack was only suppressive, not killers. So they could still breathe fresh air and see the sarcastic smile on Yang Yu's face after defeating them.

The archbishops left by the Pope all extended their wands, and the short and powerful spell chanting sounded at the same time. In the beautiful and holy white light, all the temple warriors had a halo and their spirits became even more excited. A fanatical emotion appeared on their faces. Even the warrior who was beaten by Yang Yu was treated and stood up staggeredly. Although he could no longer fight, his life was saved.

A soft singing appeared in the mouths of all the temple warriors, with a look of perseverance on their faces. These strong warriors surrounded Yang Yu again. Although they had no confidence in the powerful man in front of them, their firm belief in God made them fearless. The long sword in their hands and heavy armor on their bodies were the weapon given to them by the gods to safeguard justice. They were absolutely not allowed to be abandoned.

The expression on the Pope's face had become shocked. Yang Yu's actions just now were like lightning, which made him feel a little unresponsive. But in that moment, all the temple warriors surrounding him fell down. Three of them lost their ability to fight. Although the loss was not very large, the Pope's confidence had completely destroyed. Unexpectedly, this weird man's combat power was not inferior to that witch at all.

A cold light flashed in his eyes. Yang Yu was a little impressed by these temple warriors. But this did not affect his battle. Yang Yu had never had the idea of ​​being kind to the enemy, and the other party was one of his biggest enemies. Updated, faster, all on piaotian Literature Network, www.piaotian.com.com, mobile phone access: www.piaotian.com.com, full text reading allows you to see at a glance and enjoy the fun of reading at the same time!

At this time, the air was instantly torn apart by countless sword energy. All the temple warriors used the attack of the sacred sword energy. White light flashed on their bodies, and the magical auxiliary effect was constantly strengthening their bodies and fighting spirit. The long sword in their hands tore the sky. These fearless warriors had already rushed up with the sword energy.

Although the charge of the Templar Warriors is not as sharp as that of the knights, their hard armor and strong physique make their charge as powerful as that of the strong. In terms of strength, a charge of the ten Templar Warriors can easily tear apart an intermediate werewolf team to defend and completely annihilate.

But this time they didn't get the results they wanted.

In fact, they even lost their goals...

Yang Yu's extremely powerful punch energy flew down from the air, and the strong energy scraped up the stone slabs on the ground layer by layer. The surrounding buildings collapsed in front of this huge impact force, and several temple warriors fainted.

The scene was filled with smoke. When the building collapsed just now, a large amount of dust was stirred up. For a moment, these strong temple warriors opened their eyes as blind and could not grasp Yang Yu's traces at all. When the dust and smoke disappeared, the front was already empty, so where could Yang Yu's traces be seen?

"On it!!" The Pope's eyes were still sharp, and she had already discovered that Yang Yu had returned to mid-air in the dust just now, at a very fast speed, as if he had escaped from the constraints of his body. The twelve golden wings were even more dazzling. Even the bishops' flying skills were not comparable to those of them. But the Pope seemed to remind him a little later.

A terrifying pressure came from the sky, and all the temple warriors immediately looked up together. Yang Yu's figure had already pounced down like a demon. He quickly descended and his head was lowered and his feet, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. His fists were carrying two very dazzling golden lights.

All the Temple Warriors were expanded by Yang Yu's attack this time. A stream of invisible and intangible terrifying forces instantly pressed on their heads. A violent explosion occurred while touching their bodies. The air waves caused by the explosion advanced to the surroundings. The muffled groans of the Temple Warriors sounded from time to time in the field. Under such a dense and powerful attack, they could not even dodge.

This is Yang Yu’s unique move - the large-scale attack move "Longteng".

The earth was roaring, and the surface of the field was constantly lifted by Yang Yu's terrifying attack. Sand and stone particles flew everywhere. It brought out a scream, and it actually had powerful kinetic energy like bullets. It knocked down the bishop who was blessing the various auxiliary magic for the Templar Warriors. Blood kept oozing out of their bodies, causing them to start releasing defensive magic for themselves in a hurry, and it was suddenly in chaos.

It seems that Yang Yu's attack is still so powerful!!

The intensive attack lasted only a few breaths, and Yang Yu had already descended from the air. After a perfect somersault, he landed steadily on the ground. He put his hands behind him. He looked at the field with cold eyes...

Most of the fanatical temple warriors were already buried in pools of blood. Yang Yu's attack was fatal to them. The temple warriors without shields could only rely on their own armor to resist. However, Yang Yu's attack was explosive and ignored their heavy defenses. The powerful air wave caused them to suffer serious damage. Even the strong people could not resist such a blow. Under the sudden increase in pressure in the air, they were squeezed and bleeding from their mouths and noses. Many warriors were even shocked by Yang Yu's attack and fainted directly. Even if they woke up, they would not return to normal. Being an idiot was the best fate.

He coldly pulled down his face and watched the changes in the field. The Pope's inner surprise was indescribable. Is this person really a monster? Although he didn't think that the Templars could defeat him, relying on just one attack made nearly dozens of Templars lose their combat power. I am afraid that only angels can deal with this guy's strength.

Dozens of Temple Warriors, a total of dozens of Temple Warriors who were comparable to the elite team of 100 people, were actually destroyed in an attack. The heavy armor did not work at all, and everyone was bleeding from their mouths and noses. They just had a bit of bruises on their bodies. They fainted and completely lost their combat power...

There were only two or three temple warriors who could still stand on the field and were seriously injured. Everyone looked at Yang Yu with fear. Even though they were extremely firm in their belief in God, they also became afraid under such a terrifying attack. They were as fast as lightning, attacks full of destructive power, and strange twelve-wing golden wings. Everything about Yang Yu was impacting their nerves.

Yang Yu turned his empty eyes to the Pope. He no longer wanted to look at the templar warriors. The tiger with no intention of fighting was no different from the mouse. Yang Yu didn't want to attack them at all, and he didn't bother to attack them again. "I'll ask you again, where was the woman you caught yesterday? Let her be released for me quickly." Yang Yu almost burst out and said this. The powerful energy made the group of weak bishops around him almost kneel down to the ground. For a moment, Yang Yu's figure standing with his hands behind his back seemed so tall, making the temple warriors feel unattainable. Although they could still stand up after losing their intention of fighting, they were already like walking corpses. Confidence had been completely destroyed by Yang Yu.

He could no longer pretend to be nothing, the Pope walked out, his face twitching, and his expression was extremely unnatural.

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"Your Excellency, I think your energy form does not belong to the demon or the darkness at all. Why are you so unfriendly? How can you take such a heavy hand against God's servant? You are blasphemy against God! And that woman is a demon or a big demon, so I hope you don't make things difficult for us in the Holy See."

Silently laughed, Yang Yu had no words at all, this pope is really funny, he actually talks like this, but it seems that he is definitely unwilling to let Zi Ye go, since that's how he goes

The cold murderous aura instantly filled every corner of the yard. Yang Yu had made a decision to erase the entire Holy See from this world...

The pope was shocked, and Yang Yu's murderous aura surrounded him instantly like the harsh winter. He was so harsh and cold. He had no doubt about Yang Yu's determination.

I couldn't wait any longer. The Pope quietly activated the three holy tools on his body and began to recite a complex spell silently. Suddenly, a white sun seemed to rise in the entire Holy See. In an instant, a huge ball of light appeared in the middle of the yard. Under the sun, the dazzling light of the ball of light radiated to the surroundings, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

In the light, endless sings were heard. It seemed that countless people were singing choruses, full of peace. There seemed to be countless angels appearing faintly. A warm feeling filled the hearts of everyone present, and even Yang Yu's murderous aura was completely eliminated. It seemed that this place had become a paradise of the world and a paradise of peace.

All the Templar Warriors and Bishops had satisfied smiles on their faces, opened their hands, and let the white light radiate freely on every part of their body. Everyone's face was filled with emotion and pleasure. It seemed that being illuminated by such a brilliance was the best thing in the world.

The holy light became brighter and brighter, as if the entire Roman city had been shrouded, but except for this yard, there was no movement in other places, which seemed very strange.

Yang Yu looked at the changes in the field coldly, and couldn't help but be surprised. Could this be the summoning of the angel? It felt that the energy was very powerful, and the light ball seemed to have contacted somewhere in outer space. Is there any other angels living there?

A smile appeared on the Pope's face, and it continued to magnify, and finally she burst into laughter uncontrollably. It was extremely rampant. It seemed as if all the situation was under his control. The eyes looking at Yang Yu were also full of murderous intent.

At this time, the dazzling white light suddenly disappeared, and a huge figure appeared on the spot, with steel-lined skin. The slightly scattered golden hair looked simple and elegant. A pair of bright and majestic eyes looked at Yang Yu. His face was calm. He was covered with simple armor of indescribable material. There was also a beautifully crafted long sword hanging around his waist. Eight white and pure wings swayed slightly behind him, and his bare feet floated in the air. The whole "person" exuded a peaceful atmosphere.

"The Eight-Winged Holy Angel is coming again..."
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