Chapter 31: The Rebellion of the Continent, Volume 4
The voice of the fighting angel Michael was so cold, and the power of Jianmang was so huge. Chu Mo only felt that Jianmang was all over his body and had nowhere to hide.
Just as he was about to use his blood-colored true qi with all his strength and spread the blood-colored Tai Chi.
A loud voice sounded: "Is the battle angel Michael? Why? He was angry for a human?"
Michael, who was originally in a state of extreme anger, then when he heard this voice, his mentality became calm and he looked at Chu Mo coldly.
I saw a huge white sword slashing towards Chu Mo, and a giant robe appeared beside Chu Mo.
"Who is this?" Everyone on the ground thought to themselves as they looked at the sudden arrival of Busuzhizhi.
"Michael Fighting Angel, I have been looking forward to you for a long time. My old friend, we haven't seen each other for more than a thousand years!" The giant in black robe still rang out loud at this time. He seemed to have no concern at all about the terrifying sword that was coming towards him.
"Hmph!" When the battle angel Michael faced the visitor, he just looked cold and snorted coldly, admitting that he did know the visitor.
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"Human, your strength is very good! I observed you for a while. Michael, the fighting angel who underestimated the enemy, vomited blood twice, but he was not hurt at all. You are the number one!" The giant in black robe turned his head and looked at Chu Mo, with a loud voice revealing a hint of appreciation.
"It's not that I'm good at strength, but that he's too slow!" Chu Mo smiled evilly and said hurriedly.
"You..." When the fighting angel Michael heard Chu Mo's words, he immediately became angry. However, when he looked at the black-robed giant beside Chu Mo, he seemed to be covered with ice, so he had to calm down. He glared at Chu Mo and the black-robed giant, his lips were bitten, and his fingers holding the flowing light sword were already ashen.
"You can also use such a garbage trick of lightsaber cutting off the sky. Michael, my old friend. It seems that your strength has not increased much in the past thousand years!" The giant black robe joked. His expression was blocked by the black robe and could not be seen at all, but it is not difficult to see through his tone that he likes to piss Michael on purpose.
"Hmph..." Michael the battle angel was just snorting coldly. He stood still, but it was not that simple. He quietly placed his left hand behind, slowly took out a small white bead and threw it out gently. The small bead flew quickly towards the sky at a speed that the figure could not see clearly.
The giant black robe suddenly saw all this and snorted coldly. This sound was different from the hum of the battle angel Michael. His voice was very huge, like thunder, which shocked everyone on the ground.
"The Heavenly Gods are still so despicable and cunning! They can't beat them, they actually bring reinforcements!" said the giant in black robe with disdain.
"Hmph, the demon clan's bastard still smells so bad!" Battle Angel Michael cursed coldly.
"Demon? Oh my God..." Hans stood on the ground and heard the words of the fighting angel Michael very clearly. He took a cold breath and couldn't help but shout.
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"Demons?" Nabalu and Nabanik looked into the sky one after another, and saw that the guy who was called the Demons by the fighting angel Michael was covered by the black robe, and he could not see his appearance at all.
"The gods and demons have all returned to the gods and demons continent, and it will be lively here again!" Zeng Xiaoren stood aside, touching the little finger of his left hand with his right hand, and muttering in a low voice.
"The powerful gods and demons have appeared..." Gu Muming and Hu Wuming both took a breath, and both of them saw the surprise and shock in their eyes.
"Hmph! The hypocritical gods' mouths are indeed smelly!" The giant black robe snorted coldly, and the sound was like thunder thunder in the sky. All the huge swords facing him disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.
"This..." Chu Mo, who was standing behind him, shook his body, the deepest feeling he had just felt.
The momentum displayed by the giant black robe was simply a force that he could not resist.
Faced with this kind of power, Chu Mo only feels insignificance that humans only feel when facing the power of nature.
"So am I so bad?" Chu Mo looked at his hands in confusion, his hands were trembling slightly.
This is all caused by the momentum emitted by the black-robed giant just now.
Michael, a fighting angel not far away, looked at Chumo's lost appearance and sneered: "Human, although your power is not bad, you are still too small compared to God."
"Absolute power... haven't I mastered it yet?" Chu Mo couldn't hear anything at all. He looked at his trembling hands. The originally arrogant wicked smile had disappeared, and was replaced by doubts, surprises, pains, sorrows, and loss.
In fact, it is not difficult to know Chu Mo's mood at this time if you think about it carefully.
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A guy who originally thought he was so powerful that he walked sideways suddenly one day, he was knocked down with a brick.
And that person is still a farmer. He tells you that your so-called high-strength ability is simply garbage, just a bag of grass with embroidered pillows!
A true master will not come out easily.
What would you do if you do this?
I think anyone will be hit so hard that they can't raise their heads.
"Mo..." Standing on the ground, looking at Chu Mo with a down-and-out look in the sky, Zi Xuan and other women all had tears in their eyes, and they prayed secretly in their hearts, hoping that Chu Mo would not be unable to think about it.
"Boss, you're so self-righteous. This time...ah..." Zeng Xiaoren, who was standing next to Hans, shook his head gently, and said helplessly as if he had seen everything.
"Boy, what's wrong with you? Isn't you so shocked that you can't raise your head?" The giant in black robe seemed to know Chu Mo's mind. He turned his head and looked at Chu Mo'er's loud voice, which shocked Chu Mo'er's earmold.
Chu Mo looked at the black-robed giant in disappointment, and saw two sharp red lights hidden in the black-robed giant's black eyes shot straight into Chu Mo's dark eyes, as if he could see through everything.
"Boy, how old are you?" the giant robe asked faintly as if he was an elder.
"It's over twenty..." Chu Mo was in a daze at this time, and he still remembered so much, and said casually.
"Do you know how long did Michael, the fighting angel opposite, live?" The loud voice of the black-robed giant suddenly rang out, as if waking Chu Mo.
"I don't know..." Chu Mo was startled by the voice of the black-robed giant and answered honestly.