"Ah, this can't be, you little witch, how can you be so powerful?"

I don't know how many times I have clashed hundreds of times, but I have always been suppressed, and even the golden armor on my body has been broken, Antonio is so aggrieved that he is crazy, angry, and his mind is gradually losing his mind, and he is about to enter a state of rage.

This state of rampage is not a simple madness, but a bloodline talent, a kind of martial arts and combat skills, called the wrath of the fallen angels.

The state of rampage cannot be opened casually, it must be driven by anger, anger to the extreme, and the blood of the fallen angel can be opened only when the anger reaches the extreme.

In the state of rage, Antonio's combat power will rise sharply, and the whole person will become an emotionless killing machine, and the six relatives will not recognize it, which is extremely terrifying.

"I'm a knight, I'm an invincible knight!"

He roared like a fried-haired lion, his blond hair stood on end, his mouth and nose spewed hot steam, and his eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot.

Rumble!

In an instant, it seemed that the floodgates of the secret realm suddenly opened, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body.

At the cover of his Heavenly Spirit, a thick pillar of blood-colored qi rushed up to the sky, shattering a large cloud and dyeing a piece of heavenly dome blood-colored.

What a terrifying scene this was, everyone was shocked, and their souls couldn't help but tremble.

At this moment, Antonio, as if possessed by the Demon King, became extremely fierce and terrifying.

"Burn, the wrath of the fallen angels, wash away all shame!"

With this almost beast-like roar, Antonio's body was like electricity, and he rushed to Meng Yao's body in just one moment, and the blade of the fallen angel slashed out horizontally, killing like blood, and wanted to cut Meng Yao in half.

While!

Meng Yao raised the knife to resist, her delicate body shook violently, and the purple lightning yin thunder knife almost came out of her hand.

Antonio in a violent state is really terrifying, not only has his speed become faster, but his strength has also become greater.

For a while, Meng Yao was a little uncomfortable, staggering, and gradually fell into disadvantage.

Antonio's speed was incredibly fast, he could fly around Meng Yao more than ten times in a second, pull out a heavy phantom, and roll up a tornado storm in place, trapping Meng Yao like a cage.

At the same time, the Fallen Angel Blade in Antonio's hand slashed with lightning in succession, drawing scarlet bloody swords in the void, intertwined into a blood-colored killing net, like a meat grinder, shrouded towards Meng Yao, slashing wildly.

Every blood-colored killing ray has the power to cut gold and iron, and it is peerlessly sharp. So many swords and blood-colored swords converged, enough to split a main battle tank into powder.

The wrath of the fallen angels, the strongest killing skill, Storm of Blades!

But it is said that the strongest killing skill of the Blade Storm, physical damage is only one of them, the blade of the fallen angel is urged to the extreme in Antonio's rampage state, and the power of the curse contained in it will be released, death, withering, weakness, hypnosis, dimness,......

It can be seen with the naked eye that in the chaotic blade storm, there are blood-colored lightning, clusters of blood-colored flames, as well as all kinds of black light and green light, which are madly entangled in Meng Yao's body, and these are all manifestations of negative energy.

With so much negative energy added to the body at the same time, even the divine realm can't withstand it, and the realm will be weakened.

Therefore, Antonio has the power to fight with the Ancestral Knight in the state of rage, but he is not an opponent at all in the normal state.

The onlookers saw only a thick tornado storm that swept through the sky and the earth, turning the great lake upside down, with turbulent waves and turbid waves, as if the end of the world was terrifying.

Antonio and Meng Yao were both caught in the storm, but they couldn't see anyone.

However, anyone who looks at it knows that this time it was Antonio who took the initiative and overwhelmed Meng Yao.

"Antonio in a violent state is too powerful!"

"The bloodline divine power of the fallen angel is really extraordinary, and just a trace of it has such a powerful performance. No wonder the fallen angels of antiquity dared to rebel against God. ”

"The witch is doomed to death now. ”

......

At this time, the battle between Xiao Qingtian and the old man of the blood clan was also coming to an end.

The old man of the blood clan is very powerful, and the realm is even higher than Xiao Qingtian, but Shouyuan will wither, and his spirit will fall sharply, far from the courage of the past. After only a few encounters, he fell to the bottom line.

"Is it necessary to fight again? Is the agreement really going to be a piece of waste paper? Today is not a battlefield for you and me. ”

After breaking a killing move from the blood clan elder, the two widened their distance, and Xiao Qingtian asked.

He was holding a dragon spear, his robe was hunting, his majestic posture was upright, like a god of war, exuding monstrous might, his eyes were cold and cold, sharp as a blade, and he was so oppressive that people were suffocating.

His age seems to be very old, but in fact, he is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, just in the prime of his life, and his courage is incomparable.

He didn't really make a move, he suppressed the blood clan elder, and the invincible divine power shocked many people.

He once won an era, supported the backbone of a country, and left countless legends on the rivers and lakes. Now because of the fall of the Young Demon King, he has stepped forward and fought the world again, and he is bound to protect the people and the country.

The old man of the blood clan didn't say a word, and wisps of blood light diffused out from his body, drowning his whole person in it, full of evil charm.

Crash!

Suddenly, in the blood light, a blood-colored chain rushed out, like a swimming snake, entangled around Xiao Qingtian.

Whew!

The yin wind is howling, and the sound of thousands of ghosts crying comes out, which is terrifying.

This blood-colored chain was terrifyingly evil, as if it had rushed out of hell, dripping with bright red blood, sealing an unknown number of ghosts.

"Chains of Hell, Bondage!" came the voice of the Blood Clan Elder, low and hoarse, as if the night owl was making a sound.

This is a forbidden technique, and the blood-colored chains contain all kinds of cursed powers, and once entangled, they will lose their vitality.

Xiao Qingtian's eyes narrowed slightly, faintly a little jealous. He felt the power of death in the blood-colored chains.

Boom!

He stabbed with his spear, and a shot burst out.

While!

With a violent sound like the collision of steel, the blood-colored chains were shattered and flew out.

Ahh......hhh

A scream came, and behind the Blood Clan Elder, several Blood Clan disciples were hit by the chains that collapsed, and they immediately turned into clouds of blood mist.

Suddenly, countless people's eyes were straight, goosebumps arose, and cold air rose from their vertebrae.

However, the old man of the blood clan didn't look at it and continued his own war.

Whoosh!

The chains were once again danced by the old man of the blood clan, and the tiger was full of wind, like a nine-heaven divine whip, the air was full of phantoms, and the poignant sound of breaking the air was piercing, rushing towards Xiao Qingtian from different angles.

Boom!

The dragon spear stabbed rapidly, and one after another guns burst out, making it difficult for the blood clan elder's attack to be effective.

Finally, at the right time, Xiao Qingtian stepped forward with a dragon spear in his hand, smashed the yellow dragon, and pierced the chest cavity of the blood clan elder, and a big battle finally came to an end, and the blood clan veteran was defeated.

The whole audience was full of discussions, and all the Westerners were very uneasy, sighing and dejected.

The Blood Clan is the most powerful existence among them, and if he is defeated, what will he do to compete with Middle-earth?

"This Xiao Qingtian is really not simple. ”

"No matter how simple it is, after all, it is a defeated general under the command of our Emperor Fu Alliance, and the soul of the sword!"

There was a snow-capped mountain in the distance, and on the top of the mountain, three figures were standing, and the handsome man at the head was the emperor Fu Jinghong.

Behind him stood a man and a woman, his servants, or warriors.

"Emperor Fu Alliance Master, are you going to make a move now?"

Dressed in a tight leather coat, blonde hair and blue eyes, with a very devilish figure, and a face as delicate as a porcelain doll, the female servant asked him, exhaling like an orchid, and her voice was crisp and sweet.

"No hurry, no hurry, wait. Huangfu said lightly, his eyes were cold and cold, without a trace of emotion, and he turned a blind eye to the beautiful female Hu Hu.

At this time, in the Valley of Paradise, another great battle also came to an end.

The big blue lake, under the chaotic blade storm battle technique played by Antonio's rampage, the lake water did not know how much it had been evaporated, and the bottom of the lake within a radius of 100 meters had sunken, full of holes and large cracks.

When the dust settled, everyone's eyes were on the great lake.

"Is the witch dead?"

The same question popped up in everyone's minds.

There will be a period of weakness after the rampage, Antonio is almost paralyzed, holding the Fallen Angel's Blade in both hands, holding it on the ground, using it as a crutch, and gasping for air in his mouth.

In front of him was a large crater wrenched by the Blade Storm, filled with magma, but it had cooled, and to be precise, it should have been frozen, condensed into a whole lump of ice, but there was no trace of blood.

"How's it going, is the witch dead?" a voice asked on the deck of the ship.

This is a man in gold armor, carrying a large axe on his shoulder, majestic and upright, and his aura is magnificent, and he is an extraordinary person at first glance.

He was a paladin named Angus.

Next to him stood a man in golden armor, equally tall and majestic, with a great sword hanging from his waist, the fourth paladin named Arnold.

They were in the middle of the warship, condescendingly, and saw the pit in front of Antonio, the frozen magma, with a click, suddenly cracked.

Antonio's pupils shrank, almost scared to pee.

"Be careful!"

On the flying boat warship, nervous voices reminded.

With great difficulty, Antonio lifted the blade of the fallen angel and stabbed through the crack with all his might.

His movements were too slow, like an old man in the twilight.

The rampage state consumed too much of his spirit, and it took several days of cultivation to recover to his peak.

He should have escaped, though he might not have survived.

Boom!

Ice feathers pierced out of the cracks, like sharp arrows, piercing through Antonio's tattered golden armor, bursting out bloody holes.

Bang!

The frozen magma in the pit exploded, revealing the figure of a young girl, who was Su Mengyao. She was also in a bad state, her Ice Spirit Holy Clothes were in tatters, her pretty face was as pale as snow, and her hair was full of green silk and was so messy that it didn't look good.