No matter how high the cultivation of the overlord realm powerhouse is, if the arm is broken and the body is cut, it is absolutely impossible to recover quickly by itself, at most, the vitality is extremely strong.

And this angel, whose entire arm was completely cut off by Luo Yu's sword, fell to the ground, and could fly back to pick it up by himself, that is, when the top ten overlords saw it, they would have a chill down their spines, wondering if the other party really had some hegemonic body, immortal body, or divine body.

But Luo Yu won't make a fuss.

In Luo Yu's eyes, there was nothing to make a fuss about.

Although the other party is a false god, in some aspects, he does already have the characteristics of a god.

The cut body can also be automatically renewed, indicating that the other party's flesh and blood already contain abundant divine power, once the limbs are destroyed and split by external forces, the divine power will be drawn to the body, automatically position each other, rely on it again, and heal itself.

That's the terrible thing about demigods.

But that's about it.

Luo Yu believed that if he had directly turned that arm into ashes just now, this angel would definitely not have the ability to grow a new one.

In addition, if the sword just now cut off not the opponent's arm, but the fatal part of the body, for example, cutting off the head and cutting the waist, even if the opponent can recover, the time required will be very long, and it will definitely not be able to recover at once like the one just now, and the divine power consumed is also even greater.

This is precisely the limitation of demigods.

"Mortal, it's not bad that you can actually make this angel hurt and bleed, but that's the end of it!"

After the angel took his arm back, his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface, but his eyes were full of cold killing intent, and he wanted to fight quickly and didn't dare to drag it out any longer.

In the final analysis, Luo Yu's "stunning" sword just now had already made this self-proclaimed god angel feel a real threat.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, the angel once again charged towards Luo Yu furiously.

He has a demigod body, and he originally felt that in front of mortals, with his physique alone, he could crush and be invincible.

But it turned out that he didn't really understand how powerful the immortal cultivator's sword edge was.

Luo Yu, a mysterious immortal cultivator, made him feel a real threat.

"Holy Striking!"

The angel rushed over, and instead of continuing to cut with the cross just now, he suddenly instigated the wings behind him, jumped violently, and then clenched the Flame Holy Sword with both hands, and slashed down with great ferocity.

During the whole process, the holy sword in the angel's hand burned with terrifying sword fire, like a dazzling pillar of fire, smashing down his head and face.

Luo Yu didn't dodge, stepped hard under his feet, flew up, and a sword flying immortal was unleashed, transforming into a series of fairy sword phantoms, and this angel clashed in mid-air.

Between the fights, the angel's face kept changing, from being arrogant and calm at the beginning, to becoming more and more cautious.

He launched powerful attacks on Luo Yu one after another, and even did not hesitate to force out most of the divine power in his body, trying to completely subdue Luo Yu in terms of strength.

However, he was not afraid of his divine power at all, and the immortal qi in his body was full of blood around his body, so that Luo Yu would not fall behind at all in the battle with the demigod body.

"Boy, are you the immortal body in the legends of the East?"

After repeated battles, the angel was a little anxious.

"You can think so. ”

Luo Yu smiled casually, seized the opportunity, and once again performed the "sting".

This sword trick is the immortal sword move that Luo Yu realized after the first sword flying immortal, and it originally inherited the momentum of a sword flying immortal.

In other words, the two moves can be used to defend against the enemy individually or in combination.

At this time, Luo Yu's sword flying immortal move was used to the extreme, and the moment the dream fairy shadow and sword light were about to end, he took advantage of the situation and directly continued to stun.

Rumble!

This time, Luo Yuren and the sword merged into one, and the blue rainbow sword light that turned out directly pierced the thick floor of the church basement and the ceiling of the church, and flew over the small country city.

When the dazzling blue rainbow shone in the Vatican sky, the whole country saw it, was shocked, thought that it was a miracle, and many people bowed in the direction of the cathedral.

However, at the scene, Medusa looked up at this scene and smacked her tongue.

"Is this the strength of the Eastern Sword Immortal?"

She could see very clearly that the figure wrapped in the Qinghong sword light was Luo Yu.

The sword rainbow rushed into the sky, and it fell instantly.

Rumble!

When it returned to the surface, it directly stomped on half of the eaves of the cathedral, and then blew a huge crater into the floor, piercing deep underground.

The angel stood in the underground secret room, looking up at the cyan sword rainbow falling from the sky, shivering inexplicably, instinctively wanting to escape, but noticed the fanatical eyes of Pope Max on the side.

So he understood that he could not be cowardly, otherwise, the majesty of being a god in front of the heads of believers would no longer exist.

"Holy Light Shield!"

The angel gritted his teeth, his handsome face was a little distorted due to excessive force, and he poured the divine power of his whole body into the battle shield in his hand without reservation, trying to take Luo Yu's sting sword that fell from the sky.

Rumble!!!

The two clashed, and the energy explosion caused by the terrifying impact directly broke most of the pillars in the dungeon, and a large number of buildings on the ground fell.

Around the cathedral, a huge pit appeared.

At this time, the major powers had already grasped Luo Yu's movements, knew what was going on at the church headquarters, and tried every means to track it.

When the footage of the scene was transmitted back to the intelligence departments of various countries through various reconnaissance equipment, all countries were terrified.

I don't know, I thought there was an underground nuclear explosion in that place!

After the collision, the entire underground city below the cathedral was in ruins.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Pope Max crawled out of the rubble with difficulty, unkempt and dirty, very embarrassed.

He, the Pope, is obviously a supreme powerhouse himself, but in such a battle scene, he is like a boat under a huge wave, and it is almost difficult to withstand the impact.

At this time, Pope Max already had a trace of remorse in his heart.

What kind of oriental immortal cultivator madman did he provoke to the church!

He originally thought that as long as his divine spirit came out, even if it was the arrival of the Eastern Sword Immortal, he would have to be overwhelmed.

But the truth is that God's performance in this battle is a bit unsatisfactory, and the battle is very difficult.

Because the opponent is so strong, it is like another god of faith hitting the house.

"My God, where are you, are you alright?"

Pope Max looked around in horror, searching the ruins for his god.

"What just happened?"

"Where is my God?"

"Did that wicked boy be burned to ashes by the flames of the holy sword in the hands of my god?"

The church leaders outside also rushed in in a panic.

Everyone was extremely concerned about the outcome of this battle, and their hearts had begun to hope that after the fierce battle just now, God had subdued this young man who had come to make a mistake.

However, when the dust gradually dispersed, the scene in front of him made Pope Max and many high-ranking members of the Holy See like a lightning strike.

I saw Luo Yu holding the Qinglian Sword in his hand, standing on a floor that wanted to be intact, his posture was fluttering, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see that he had been hit hard.

And not far in front of him, on the cracked floor, there was a creature with white wings on its back, holding a short sword, lying there in a half-kneeling position, gasping for breath.

(End of chapter)