Chapter 591 (1/2)

”Poof!”

Two title Douluo with sacred guns spewed out a mouthful of blood again, and fell to the ground without eyes.

The martial spirit fusion technique is broken, and the two suffer from the soul power.

But why... Why are we always injured?!

Their eyes were dazed and absent, and their faces were full of loveless expressions.

This time, they have even taken out the martial spirit fusion technique, but they are still not close to Wang Jian. How can they fight?!

Whew!

Two green rays fell into their bodies, and the surging vitality quickly repaired the damaged meridians in their bodies, making their bodies full of strength again.

They stood up and looked at each other.

Well, now it's alive again.

WOW!

Wang Jian has a pair of snow-white wings behind him. The bright and holy breath spreads slowly from the wings behind him.

He stood high in the air, almost looking down at Guangming Douluo and Qianren snow, holding a white jade ruler in his hand.

He was condescending and looked down.

Is preparing to continue to attack the bright Douluo action, some stunned looking at Wang Jian behind the pair of wings.

What a rich sacred atmosphere!

Guangming Douluo couldn't help but be moved and looked at Wang Jian with solemn eyes.

What is the origin of this man? Why does he have such a pair of sacred wings? This feeling is not inferior to Lord qiandaoliu and Lord qianrenxue.

And the vast mysterious power just now, which made him feel like a god!

The light of the light holy sword in his hand is dazzling, like the hot sun, but it is difficult to set when facing the king's sword.

Wang Jian frowned at Guangming Douluo.

What is this man hesitating about?

He saw the confusion in Guangming Douluo's eyes, and he could not help muttering in his heart.

Is there any plot brewing?

They look at each other in different ways.

Of course, Wang Jian didn't know the impact of the wings with holiness and light behind him. For an angel God who has been serving him all his life, holiness and light are almost synonymous with angel God.

But now even the sanctity of Qianren snow can't even catch up with the power of Wang Jian.

Qianren snow also aware of the light Douluo is not right, for the existence of the contact from childhood, she naturally very understand.

In this regard, Qianren Snow's beautiful face can't help showing a touch of bitterness.

But this is not a time for distraction.

”Guangming Douluo!”

Qianren snow suddenly a light drink, immediately let light Douluo back to God.

I don't know when there is a golden illusory figure in the sky behind Wang Jian. It is a woman who looks extremely soft and beautiful. Her bright eyes are shining like stars.

From her body, there are endless wind blades falling all over the world!

Buzzing——

The short, shrill sound continued to explode, mixing like a swarm of bees buzzing.

Whoa!

A wind blade flashed past Guangming Douluo's cheek, leaving a shallow wound, and the blood soon flowed down his cheek.

Guangming Douluo's face changed slightly, and the eighth soul on his body lit up when he was around.

A layer of golden light quickly spread from him, and immediately surrounded five people including Qianren snow.