Infinite Heroes Seat

The Star of Bethlehem, with the continuous roar of the explosion, saw a figure flying upside down among the layers of smoke, hitting the stone pillar next to it with one head, and smashing the stone pillar to pieces.

"Damn it!" Mo Wen touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, and then immediately turned over and jumped to the side. The moment he left, a big hand with a dazzling light patted it directly, a big bottomless. The pit appeared on the spot.

"Kill!" After moving irregularly left and right, Mo Wen appeared in front of the fire on the right like a ghost, and then smashed his right hand severely.

The whistling wind directly blows away the dust on the ground, and then sweeps it all around, and the clothes on the fire on the right are all rustling.

But such a powerful punch was blocked. Although I didn't seem to react, the big flashing hand was firmly stopped in front of the fire on the right.

Little by little, Mo Wen's fist continued to deepen into it, and there was a sound of a soldering iron sinking into the water. One inch or two inches, the head separated by the fire on the right was only such a thin layer. Always keep Mo Wen unable to break through, close to the horizon.

Then the big hand that was in front of Mo Wen shook for a while, and the five fingers began to close.

With a light sigh, before the five fingers closed, Mo Wen pulled away and jumped, ending another attack.

The sacred right represents all the magic related to the right hand in the mythology of the cross religion, but conceptually, there are almost no flaws. As long as the swing can hit the target, there is no need for speed, because the enemy can be destroyed with a swing. So there is no need to pursue greater power, although Mo Wen also has a fantasy killer, but head-to-head with that right hand does not take the slightest advantage.

"Sure enough, do I still have to come from outside?"

Looking at the fire on the right like a hedgehog. Mo Wen frowned slightly.

The divine right is not invincible. No, it should be said that the fire on the right is not invincible. His right hand will automatically adjust its strength according to the strength of the enemy. In other words. Only the stronger the enemy becomes, the stronger the power of the fire on the right. At this time, the entire third world war was provoked by one's own power. Standing on the star of Bethlehem, manipulating the huge combat power called angels, the hostility to the fire on the right has multiplied. The power has reached an excellent state, so Mo Wen can't break through, but once this situation is broken, the opportunity will come.

But before that, he had to hold on to the fire on the right.

Quietly, that huge bare hand appeared in front of Mo Wen again, although Mo Wen fiddled with his right hand in time. With the help of Qiao Jin, he moved his body away, but the amazing power contained in it suddenly knocked him out.

On the Star of Bethlehem, the explosion sounded continuously, and the battle continued!

Holy See. A black-robed old man was slowly walking towards the basement of the Vatican Cathedral. Behind him, a young priest whispered, "My lord Pope, we are now seeking strength to make ourselves fail."

"It's not a failure."

With a kind of toughness that can cut off the confusion of others, the old man corrected.

"We fought for victory, and it is the same now.-But this victory cannot give us anything."

In the Russian palace, Vasilisa helped out a slender young man, and walked along the road full of blood and corpses. Behind the two, a large group of magicians who belonged to the Annihilation White Book silently followed.

"It must be stopped!"

Looking at the star of Bethlehem floating in the sky, the boy murmured.

Before the Palace of Versailles, Kelisa held Catina high, and the shining long sword swept towards the enemy in front of her with immense power, bombarding the opponent's defense barrier like a tsunami, originally red. The enchantment changed for a while, and the color dimmed a lot.

Looking at the crumbling barrier, Kai Lisha smiled slightly and shouted to a girl in the barrier.

"Holy Lady of the Kingdom, are you still going to stick to the order that you don't know so-called? If you go on like this, you won't be able to save your country!"

There were rows of huge fortresses in the sky, and the shadow of surrender almost enveloped the entire prosperous Palace of Versailles. A group of thousands of magicians stood by silently, as if all the firepower would be poured out in the next moment.

Holding the holy sword Duranda in a handshake, looking at the scarred French magician behind her, the Saintess of the Kingdom pursed her lips slightly.

The sky was frozen and the earth was shattered. Below the two raging and fighting angels, a girl carrying a cane, holding a megaphone and facing the soldiers and magicians shivering from the aftermath of the fighting, shouted loudly: "It doesn’t matter whether the Russian army, the Allied Elisha army, or the academy city, there are those who don’t know where they come from. Whatever!! Anyway, the army that can move will come to support me! Come on, next are you. It’s time for people to explode for themselves!! If you don’t want to watch yourself being killed, if you don’t want your family and friends to face this kind of thing in the future, let me start working with a big fanfare, babies——!!!"

The panicked soldiers looked at the attacks that were enough to break the mountain and the seawater evaporated. They didn't even have the effort to sort out the thinking of the girl. They just opened their mouths and asked:

"What...what...what...you guys, what is...?"

In response, the girl did not turn her head, but pointed the staff in her hand at the sky and pointed it at the two angels who brought the war of the end.

"The Scarlet Sunshine! A magic association that wants to save the innocent!"

......

I don't know how much time has passed. On the Star of Bethlehem, on the square that seemed to be baptized by a hurricane, Mo Wen's right hand was blocking in front of him, and his left hand was pressed against the back of his right hand, gritting his teeth.

There were scars all over his body, his clothes were in tatters, and the blood on his forehead slid down his cheeks, dripping to the ground little by little.

The muscles of the whole body were tense, and his feet sank deeply under the ground. Mo Wen had already used the power of the whole body, but it was useless. Facing the power brought by the giant hand, he still only had time. With a muffled hum, the whole person was shot and flew out.

The giant hand smashed on the ground, and the entire fortress trembles, new rubble mixed with dust, and the entire square is blurred for a while.

Da Da Da, a sound of footsteps came from the smoke, and the fire on the right looked at Mo Wen who had risen from the ground again, and looked at his body covered with scars and dust, and smiled disdainfully.

"Hey, give it up, don't you want to be played alive by me? Can't tell, you still have that kind of physique!"

He staggered to stand up from the ground, Mo Wen did not speak, and the continuous shocks made his brain a little short-circuited.

It has been a few hours since the battle. Although the body of the heroic spirit is very strong and the recovery ability is very good, but it can't stand the opponent's attack again and again. I don't know when, Mo Wen has no ability to fight back. , Can only flee in embarrassment.

"Cut, don't you give up?"

The fire on the right yawned lazily, and on his shoulders, the big hand woven with light spread out five fingers again.

"Well, let me send you on the road directly!"

Mixed with infinite power, the Holy Right once again patted Mo Wen.

The huge palm covered half of Mo Wen's body, and it seemed that he would be able to smash him into pieces in the next moment.

There was blood slid across the corner of his eyes, and Mo Wen showed a smile when he saw the blow that would destroy him.

boom!

The entire Star of Bethlehem trembled violently. It was not because of the attack from the fire on the right. The attack had not yet fallen. This was the power of the English Puritan, the Roman Orthodox, and the Russian Adult Church. They began to join the Star of Bethlehem. ’S lifted.

Under that invisible force, the entire fortress fortress broke apart like glass~www.wuxiamtl.com~The square, houses, statues, and all kinds of buildings all began to fall off, and then moved towards Falling down.

"Is it finally here? It's not in vain that I have been beaten so many!"

With an unprecedented look in his eyes, Mo Wen laughed, and stretched his right hand forward, just a light grip, and the huge palm spread out like sparks.

Something that had to be resisted desperately, but at this time was easily crushed by Mo Wen as if he wanted to pinch a chicken.

"No, impossible! How could this be possible, me, my holy right—" I haven't woken up from the sudden attack. Looking at the scene in front of me, the pupil of the fire on the right shrank and couldn't help but point. Cried.

"What's impossible!"

Appeared in front of the opponent like a ghost, Mo Wen's right hand shot out fiercely.

"Idiot, haven't you noticed that your strength is weakened?"

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