Smith was focused on watching the changes in the field. The greatest holy power had already accumulated in his hands. However, he knew that it was almost impossible to damage the vampire of the Duke level with his meager holy power, so he was just waiting for the battle and being cautious.

However, a powerful force emerged from behind him. Smith suddenly turned around and saw Xiao Wenbing's body being shrouded in a calm light. He was solemn in treasure, and two white wings slowly stretched out behind him.

Suddenly, a graceful and high chant rang out from Xiao Wenbing's body.

Accompanied by the loud singing, the two white feathered wings flapped, Xiao Wenbing's body kept rising, and the light became more and more intense, and a powerful spiritual power kept coming out of him.

This spiritual power is so strong that it is no less than the three people who fought all the time on the field.

For a moment, the surging surging, and endless spiritual power enveloped the entire villa.

"Lord...come to the angel..." Smith shouted loudly, singing the chants loudly in his mouth, prostrating to the ground, praising and preaching the Lord's grace in his most humble manner.

Shocked by the powerful and incredible spiritual power, the three people in the fierce battle stopped at the same time.

Although their eyes on Xiao Wenbing were different, they were all filled with absolute surprise without exception.

Xiao Wenbing looked at the old vampire from afar, and a holy light flashed across his face.

The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and they are mixed and popular. The lower part is the river and the upper part is the sun and the upper part is the sun and the moon is vast and vast.

At this moment, a sensation of righteousness was rippling on his body, as if boundless, filling the world.

Smith, who was kneeling on the ground, had a burst of doubt from the bottom of his heart. Is this an angel coming? How come he feels completely different from the feeling of Holy Power.

Xiao Wenbing's fingers slowly raised, as if he had gathered tens of millions of pounds of power on it.

Feng Baiyi and others had the same solemn expressions. They all felt that powerful spiritual power was condensed on this finger.

"Summoning the Holy Power..."

Xiao Wenbing suddenly drank a loud voice, and his voice seemed sacred and inviolable with the accompaniment of the hymns.

A little bit of light flew out from his fingers, and when it came into contact with the air, it turned into a scorching white flame and flew towards the old vampire.

Alfred was shocked. He sensed that every bit of light here contained extremely powerful power, which could cause great damage to himself. He could barely do so by compressing such a powerful spiritual power into such a small amount of starlight.

However, as soon as he saw the effortless look that Xiao Wenbing pointed out casually, he seemed to be able to emit it forever without any end. He knew that he would never be able to do it.

He was shocked in his heart. He could see through how much Xiao Wenbing had at a glance, even compared to Adbrad. However, every attack he launched had an attack power far exceeding his own cultivation, so there was only one explanation.

These powers were not his, but borrowed by him.

When the Holy Power summoned, he suddenly remembered Xiao Wenbing's loud shout just now.

The old vampire made a quick decision, exclaimed, turned into a ball of black mist, rolled up Adebrad on the ground, and disappeared in an instant.

"Hahahaha..." The arrogant laughter spread from Xiao Wenbing's mouth: "What a vampire, the top-notch Duke, he is such a brave old bat."

Feng Baiyi and others looked at each other, not knowing what he was doing. Finally, Zhang Jie asked: "Little Junior Brother, when did you...you...you...you become the Arrival Angel?"

"The second senior brother doesn't know what it means. I was originally an angel reincarnation. Today, seeing the situation is in danger, I have to show my true face." Xiao Wenbing sighed and said in a depressed and unhappy manner.

"Puchi..." Zhang Yaqi saw Xiao Wenbing's serious expression and Zhang Jie's big mouth in surprise, and then looked at Father Smith, who looked at Xiao Wenbing with an extremely admiring look. She could no longer bear it, covered Cherry's mouth, and laughed and hurt her belly.

Zhang Yaqi smiled like this, and Feng Baiyi immediately saw something strange. She frowned slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao..."

"Okay, okay, I'll just say it." Xiao Wenbing didn't want to turn against this beautiful lady.

He reached out and pressed his hand on his chest, and the lingering chant immediately stopped, and at the same time, the soft light on his body dimmed.

Xiao Wenbing unbuttoned the buttons on his chest, took off the white robe, clamped two wings under his armpits, and said, "Please allow me to solemnly introduce to you the latest generation of angel products produced by a certain company. This angel robe not only has two soft wings with automatic inflatable and swing functions, but also has a large number of light bulbs sewn on the robe, and a real chant recorded in the Vatican, the holy land."

He reached out and pressed the power supply, and the chant and light appeared again. Xiao Wenbing sighed sincerely: "Technology is indeed becoming more and more advanced. Even angel wings can be made so vividly, so amazing."

"You, aren't you coming angel?" A voice full of disappointment came from Smith's mouth.

"Of course not. I am a dignified Chinese. How could it be a birdman with wings?" Xiao Wenbing said disdainfully.

Feng Baiyi's slightly frowning brow did not stretch. Although Xiao Wenbing explained the origin of the strange outfit, he never mentioned why he could emit the extremely powerful spiritual power field and the seemingly endless spiritual power group.

In fact, the powerful spiritual power field was not Xiao Wenbing's own spiritual power, but the life-saving golden talisman he sacrificed from Baihe Zhenren. The powerful energy that this super treasure from the fairy world possessed was naturally not comparable to that of them.

And those abilities are the Fiery Talisman hidden in the Tianxu Ring. It is precisely because of the existence of this treasure that he can calmly and continuously emit it without hiding the spiritual exploration of Feng Baiyi and others.

Fortunately, Xiao Wenbing has hundreds of fire talismans for him to squander. If he changes someone, even if he has this equipment, he cannot show his strength in line with it, which is useless.

However, Xiao Wenbing will not be stupid to make the truth in this world.

"Aren't you coming angel?" A sinister voice suddenly sounded behind everyone.

"Wenbing..." Zhang Yaqi suddenly pushed Xiao Wenbing away with force.

A ball of black mist rolled over and instantly swept away Zhang Yaqi.

"Yaqi..." Xiao Wenbing stood still with his feet, and when he looked, his eyes were bloodshot.

Alfred didn't know when he had gone back, but Zhang Yaqi fell into his hands, motionless, and did not know life or death.

"Boy, I'm so lucky. I originally wanted to be the first to drink your blood, but since she pushed you away, then drink her blood first."

Xiao Wenbing was furious and flipped his hand. Ten fiery talismans appeared in his hand at the same time. Ten mysterious yellow runes fluttered in the wind and were about to leave his hand. However, his movements ended here. The ten spiritual talismans seemed to be firmly stuck to his hand, and they could no longer be separated from a single minute.

Because, in front of him, Alfred had already blocked Zhang Yaqi's body in front of him.

Zhang Jie did not take Zhang Yaqi's life in his heart. Starlight appeared in his hand and was about to attack. However, seeing Xiao Wenbing's nervous look beside him, he hesitated and did not take action.

"Is she your friend? I wonder if she will regret it if she can die on your behalf? But it doesn't matter, because I will soon send you to the embrace of the God of Darkness."

Alfred smiled grimly and opened his mouth, and four slender fangs slowly stretched out from his mouth.

His head kept approaching Zhang Yaqi's neck, and a little heart-wrenching light flashed above his fangs.

Xiao Wenbing's face became more and more blue. His spiritual energy had accumulated to the extreme. In his dantian, the natal golden talisman also emitted thousands of lights, and all the spiritual power gathered between his hands without reservation.

The powerful spiritual power made the meridians in his arms ached faintly, but Xiao Wenbing was unaware of anything. In his eyes, there was endless regret. His mouth was closed tightly, and his teeth were deeply imprinted into his lips. His eyes only had one focus...

Zhang Yaqi slowly opened her eyes. She saw a trace of reflection at first glance, and a slender fang was approaching her.

The panic-like eyes flashed for a moment. She wanted to move her body, but she was powerless. Zhang Yaqi immediately understood her situation. She withdrew her gaze, but saw Xiao Wenbing with a look of grief and anger.

Her eyes suddenly showed a sense of relief, and a relief smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

It turns out that you are safe and sound...that's enough, but... I'm afraid I won't be with you in the future.

She smiled at Xiao Wenbing, but there was a trace of regret that could not be passed down and that deep loss in her eyes.

A cold feeling touched her snow-white neck, and it seemed that she suddenly felt a pain. However, there was only a slight pain, and then she no longer felt any more conscious, and even the feeling of paralysis was gone.

The blood in her body was flowing towards her neck. At almost the same time, she seemed to feel a cold force flowing into her body.

Although her consciousness was still very clear, her eyes began to blur. Vaguely, she saw Xiao Wenbing's trembling body, and vaguely, she heard a familiar roar full of anger and helplessness. Vaguely, she recalled every bit of the past.

I firmly believe that I will be able to catch up with you and will not become a burden to you.

But...I can't do it...

A drop of crystal tears quietly slid down her beautiful face, along her fair neck, and quietly slashed across the four small black scars...

ps: Some brothers said that I updated slowly, but writing requires passion. How can I write without passion or motivation? Passion is proportional to speed. The greater the support and the greater the passion, I can be as fast as I can...
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