Chapter 429 (2/2)
Frande and Zhao Wuji are numb. There are too many people!
All of them have been like this, not to mention the other students. Looking at the strong men coming from the martial spirit hall, they all look pale.
”Dark night!”
Wang Jian looked at the sky and said calmly.
At the foot of the crowd, a shadow suddenly covered them, forming a gray shield to cover them.
Bibi has finally come out!
At the moment when the strongman of Wuhun hall attacked, the sky was full of shining soul rings, white, yellow, purple and black, shining in all directions like morning glow.
With the outbreak of strong soul power, countless soul skills are pressed down!
Wang Jian raised his eyes and looked up at the sky. Instead of entering the shadow field, he chose to face the strong man all over the sky alone.
The snow-white clothes were hunting in the strong wind, and he finally raised his ruler.
An illusory wall of air blocked him. The white turbulence swept away all the falling attacks, leaving him with thousands of soul skills, but he could not spread, like rain melting water, quietly.
Facing Wang Jian, countless soul masters in the martial spirit hall were all stunned.
They so many people's attack, unexpectedly by a soul skill to block down?!
Looking at the seven rings of white soul on Wang Jian's body, they felt that they had some dreams, not only for Wang Jian's soul ring, but also for everything just now.
The same soul saint, why are you so strong?!
”Everybody! This man is eccentric. Don't take it lightly. Try your best to attack in batches! ”
In the crowd, someone arranged in a deep voice.
All of a sudden, the strong men in the hall of martial spirit scattered again, and were roughly divided into three echelons.
Wang Jian glanced at it and made it clear.
The purpose of these people is to break through their own defense through the continuous attack.
But
”Who said I was going to defend?”
Wang Jian looked at the strong man in the martial spirit hall all over the sky and suddenly showed a smile.
”Shua!”
A pair of white wings suddenly spread from the back of Wang Jian. The wings are full of light. Each feather is as light as a pure white cloud, full of beauty.
The dance of angels!
When these wings appeared, chongqiang, who prayed in front of the statue of the angel God day by day, had a look of shock on his face.
No, it can't be said to be startled. It's more appropriate to say it's thrilled.
From Wang Jian's wings, they felt the closeness to the angel God.
In the distance, the pupils of bibidong also shrank.
This pair of wings... No, it's not the one in qiandaoliu's hands!
”Where do you come from?”
In the crowd, the elder of the elder hall asked Wang Jianzhi in a deep voice.
Wang Jian smell speech the corner of the mouth suddenly sketch out a touch of radian, a face is just color of announce a way.
”Of course, the angel God gave it to me. He said he was very disappointed with you and asked me to purify you!”