The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

Chapter 119: The Ruthless God of the Devout Believers 37

"Power, judgment, all blasphemers and those who slaughter creatures of other races will be judged and fall into hell..."

"Divine punishment, appear!"

As the words fell, the pressure on the angels suddenly eased, and those who violated the contract were punished even more cruelly than the angels.

The flesh and blood began to disintegrate, the soul was burned by the fire of karma, crying and screaming.

Only the innocent are not affected at all.

"Power, realm of light, forgiveness."

"Power, golden light."

Suddenly a golden light rose into the sky, and Yu Fei and Zhan were fighting together. The golden light full of healing light and the bloody glory were fighting against each other.

Several figures emerged from the mansions of various nobles, some of them sitting on magical instruments, and some of them had mottled angel or devil wings behind them.

"They finally stopped being cowards. Today is another happy day."

Nan Zhiyi summoned his natal sword and held it in his hand, with a high fighting spirit and a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.

"Little Amir, go help Fei. I'm going to meet King Erlis."

"it is good."

Amir said with a firm look in his eyes, gave him a smile and rushed forward.

A pair of golden wings spread out behind him, they were wings shaped by the power of the angel's heart and the magic circle.

Nan Zhiyi smiled back at him, and his bony fingers brushed across the magic patterns on the sword. He then spread the ten black wings behind him and rushed into the palace.

"You came."

King Erlis sat on the throne, lowering his head and carefully wiping the heavy sword in his hand. The bright blade reflected his cold eyes, which were filled with fierce murderous intent.

"I'm here to take your life."

Nan Zhiyi looked at him and smiled, completely ignoring the blood on his body and cheeks. The white sword was slightly red because of the blood, and it pointed straight at him.

"Mortals can also compete with gods for glory. How dare you point your sword at me?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the throne. Nan Zhiyi slightly tilted his head and raised his sword to take the powerful attack from the opposite side.

The sparks from the collision of the two swords illuminated the dim hall, and when they separated, only the cold moonlight shone in.

The two men fought each other thousands of times, the sword light cut the moonlight into pieces, and they were evenly matched.

The heavy sword is fierce and unstoppable, while the long sword is light, flexible and erratic, giving people the feeling of being stuck in a muddy swamp and unable to use any strength.

"Power, dark night." In an instant all light and sound disappeared.

King Erlis, holding his heavy sword, swept across the ground without causing a ripple.

Nan Zhi Yiying was waiting for an opportunity in the dark, controlling his breath and murderous intent, and always thrusting out his sword in an unexpected way.

Or his thighs, or his arms, heart, head, shoulders, etc.

Soon the smell of blood filled the darkness. King Erlis held the heavy sword in his hand and observed indifferently, without a trace of panic.

Nan Zhiyi frowned. Something was not right. This should not be his full strength.

Thinking of this, he became more cautious, until he stabbed the sword at King Erlis's heart. It went three-quarters into the flesh, but suddenly it couldn't go in any further. Even the sword couldn't move at all, as if it was restrained by some wriggling flesh and blood.

Nan Zhiyi instantly dropped his sword and retreated, feeling a burning breath behind him.

"Power, Dark Night Hellfire." King Erlis spread his ten black and red wings, stirring the air, and quickly attacked Nan Zhiyi from the front and back.

Nan Zhiyi panicked for a moment, then twisted his body into a strange arc and flew upwards, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised and excitement flashing in his eyes.

Things are starting to get interesting.

"Power, cage."

"Power, fusion technique, Dark Fire Ball."

King Erlis followed closely behind, slashing and stabbing with his sword.

At the same time, he mobilized the power of angels and demons to merge with the previous underworld fire, generating a magic pattern ball burning with black and red flames to restrain Nan Zhiyi's movements.

Nan Zhiyi quickly summoned a new sword and chopped the cage with it. After the sword cut it in half, the cage quickly squirmed and healed itself, as if it had life.

At the same time, the space was constantly compressed inside, causing his space for movement to become smaller and smaller. He also had to avoid attacks from heavy swords, and was a little stretched for a moment.

Soon, his arms, thighs, and abdomen were hit by several swords, but angels have quick recovery abilities, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Until suddenly, a blood-red formation appeared under his feet. It was a blood covenant spell. The moment the formation appeared, blood-colored iron chains grew out and wrapped around him.

Nan Zhiyi knew that he couldn't avoid it, so he stopped trying to dodge and went straight forward, his aura rising steadily.

The blood-black rose vines dug into the flesh and blood, growing rapidly and becoming entangled with the blood-colored chains.

The sound of banging swords echoed in the hall until the weaker side was beaten away.

The barrier disappeared, revealing Xia and Wuya standing on the formation in the hall, and they were constantly injecting blood into it.

Nan Zhiyi had blood chains wrapped around his body and he slid for a long distance holding an iron sword before he stopped. He knelt on one knee exhausted and spat out blood several times.

He raised his head, looking at Xia with sadness and despair, tears welling up in his eyes, "Xiaoya, save me."

"He is nothing but a waste and cannot save you. Even if someone comes today, they cannot save you."

King Erlis glanced at Xia with disdain, then walked slowly towards him to collect the spoils, with a look of smugness and pride in his eyes.

At this time, Xia was just as he said, still standing there, with his head down, doing his thing in silence.

Even Star Beast felt that his master's words were a little strange. Who would save his opponent?

No one noticed that the hatred in Xia's eyes turned into throbbing the moment Nan Zhiyi appeared.

Just like countless tortured nights, countless once beautiful memories emerged in his mind and healed his heart.

"Hey, are you calling me, little guy?"

"Little guy, what's wrong with you? You're squatting here crying alone. Is someone bullying you?"

"Don't be afraid, I will help you teach the bad boy who bullied you a lesson."

"Okay, we will be good friends from now on. I will protect you."

"Xiao Ya, I love you so much, please hug me, then I will have the strength to continue helping you..."

"Xiao Ya, save me." Until it was synchronized with the current scene, it froze on the scene where Aiso was covered in blood and begging for help.

Xia's eyes instantly turned red. Before Wuya could react, she thrust the dagger into the eye of the magic circle and destroyed it. "No one is allowed to hurt my friends."

Nan Zhiyi noticed that Xia was indifferent and seemed to have accepted his fate, and the blood chain on his body disappeared instantly.

Wu Ya reacted, held him down, snatched the dagger from his hand, and slashed his throat.

The betrayer must not be kept.

"Who knows who the winner is until the end! After all, there are always betrayers, right?"

Nan Zhiyi raised his head, revealed a bloody smile, and stood up from the ground. There was no trace of decadence or injury on his face.