The battle angel Michael ignored Tian Guangming's speech, moved his body, held the World-Destroying Battle Spear, pointed to the sky, and pointed at the saint with a hooked nose.

"You are the only saint in the orderly camp?" Michael asked.

"Are you from the chaotic camp?" The Hook-Nose Saint asked without answering, but instead looked gloomy.

"Yes!" Michael nodded immediately to admit.

Their current positioning is the chaotic camp. When they are dealing with the chaotic camp, they become people in the chaotic camp.

"The people in the chaotic camp are so brave. Even the four of you dare to break into the base camp of my orderly camp. Are you looking for death?" The hook-nosed saint said gloomyly.

"Actually, you are no match for me!" Michael said truthfully.

He is already at the peak of Tianyuan, with an angel body, a world-destroying war, and an invincible magic of the gods.

These combined together have created such a powerful strength from Michael. He can kill enemies above the level, fight against the saints for the first step, and enter the virtual realm.

But I don't believe it!

People in the orderly castle don’t believe it either!

The reason why a saint is a saint must be that he has transcended the realm of a mortal!

One side is a saint and transcends otherworldly, he is a saint!

When you have studied to the extreme, you can understand the principles of heaven and earth, the changes in the sun, moon and stars are all in people's hearts, so you can be called a saint!

To educate all things, to have no distinction, to enlighten the people, to give people a ladder to progress, this type of person can be called saints!

A saint is to do the ultimate in one aspect!

The Eagle-Hook Nose is a saint who has extraordinary cultivation and is no less than the Tianyuan realm.

He thought he had been able to eat Michael.

Among these four people, the only one who made him a little afraid was Long Haitao.

But if Long Haitao didn't take action, he couldn't see the depth clearly. Eagle hook nose decided to kill Michael first, and then went to see Long Haitao who made him afraid of him for a while.

"I'll kill you, it's easy!" The hooked nose opened and his voice was low.

"You are too arrogant!" Michael said lightly.

"It's not that I'm arrogant, but that you're too arrogant." The hooked nose said, and suddenly the big roc spread its wings and a sword light appeared in the palm of his hand. It was a long sword, green, very dazzling, and it flashed like a green light.

"kill!"

The hooked nose did not hide his murderous intent, his eyes were blood-red, and he covered his sword energy, covering Michael's whole body.

He wants Michael to have nowhere to escape.

Michael never thought of escaping. The more brutal the sword energy was, the more fierce he was in war.

Divine Judgment!

The signature skill of the battle angel Michael was at its peak. At the verdict, there was no living verdict, and the immortals didn't know how many deaths were.

Even now he is so weak that he is not even at the level of a saint, he is still strong.

The World-Destroying Battle Sword was a hand, and a cold light burst out, Michael flew into the sky, and the Battle Sword slashed hard.

Rumble!

This attack shattered the sword light. Michael's World-Destroying Battle Sword is invincible, with the invincible method in his hand, and directly close to his body, which is an invincible attack.

The saint hooked nose growled: "Changhong Sword Technique!"

The rainbow is setting sun, and the lonely smoke in the desert is gone!

This sword depicts a desolate scene, outlining Michael in, trying to interfere with Michael's judgment, making him obsessed with it and unable to extricate himself.

But it was this attack that was surging like a flame, trying to stop Michael, cut off Michael's attack and kill him.

"You use mental attacks on me?" Michael smiled, smiling disdainfully.

A dignified battle angel of the gods, would he be afraid of the spiritual attack of a saint?

Even if he did not mention the identity of the battle angel of the gods, his mental power would rise a lot by just integrating the souls of the two people.

The saint could not shake his spiritual power.

So Michael rushed forward regardless of the situation. The World-Destroying War God burst out with a surging murderous aura, turning into a shadow of a devil, and roaring.

roar!

The huge roar interfered with the hook's nose, and he was shocked and became in a daze.

Michael seized the opportunity and slashed the sword directly down.

Click!

The saint was directly chopped away, and a deep hole in his chest broke open, blood rolled, and a scream hit the castle and collapsed directly.

The people in the orderly castle were stunned.

The saints were all chopped away. How powerful is this person?

After the eagle hook's nose was slashed away, it sprayed blood from its mouth, and its whole body seemed to be stained with blood. It was only hung in one breath and could not die, but it could not fight.

Michael landed on the Order Castle, looked around and said, "This is the saint in the Order Castle?"

Long Haitao flew up with Long Yun and the sky light.

Tian Guangming saw the hooked nose lying in a pool of blood and cursed: "If you weren't so miserable now, I would have poked a few holes in you to show you how powerful I am."

Long Haitao ignored the bright sky. As soon as he climbed to the orderly castle, he noticed many breaths surging.

"The other saints are here!" Long Haitao said in a deep voice.

Michael's eyes lit up and he said, "I'm afraid they won't come."

Only when you come can you activate the sword energy given by your master.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

In the orderly castle, many auras soared into the sky, without any concealment, and they crossed directly.

"Are people in the chaotic camp so crazy now?"

"You dare to come to my orderly castle to play wildly. You are very brave."

"No matter who it is, you will definitely die today!"

"They are really brave and they all injured one of us, the saints."

"It's not because of a blow, but because of a serious injury!"

Vague sounds echoed around, making it difficult to tell where they were.

Michael sneered, "Pretending, you are all saints, why do you have to do such a trick? Come out and see, I want to see how many saints you have?"

"Boy, it's great to have such cultivation at a young age, but you're too arrogant. This is not a place for you to scatter." An old man flew over and landed on the castle, saying coldly.

"That's right, we're here together, you have a great face. Now choose a way to die and we can help you." Another middle-aged man walked in the air and sneered.

"This kid doesn't have to care about it at all. What you need to care about is this old man, the second step in the saint's realm, who has passed the entry of the vain and entered the exit of the vain. It should not be underestimated." A woman in high dress said with a smile on her face.

But there was no smile in her eyes, but instead there was endless indifference.

One saint after another appeared, blocking all the retreats of Michael and others.

Count carefully, twenty-five saints!

There are five more than the thin guy said!

fear!

If you get this to Dali, you can definitely sweep Dali.

But here, they are just people in a small castle.

Michael watched them all appear, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and a sword energy appeared in his palm.
Chapter completed!