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Chapter 1237 The phantom of rage

Karen's sudden explosion surprised everyone. Not only the people in the church, but even the people of the God worshippers were slightly stunned. They didn't know what happened. How could Karen suddenly explode? Besides, there was a phantom of a master who was guarding it, which was simply impossible.

"Who, who is it? Come out for me," Kron's sudden explosion made the phantom crazy. He roared, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was in chaos and all rushed over. His body was much solidified than before, and he had almost become a real person.

The long light in the two eyes swept, as if nothing could be hidden from his eyes. He was extremely strange about this. Someone could kill his son under his nose. This was a great deal.

He wanted to look around, but found nothing, which made his face extremely difficult to see. If this was his true body, he would definitely be able to see how angry his expression was.

The energy fluctuations of the two fighting just now were too violent, and he didn't feel the slight fluctuation that Ye Xiaofeng showed when he left.

The deacon, whose face was pale and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, seemed to have thought of something, looked towards Ye Xiaofeng, and saw that there was no one on the roof, he understood a little in his heart.

Maybe this was done by Ye Xiaofeng, but he had no evidence, not to mention that the terrifying opponent would not believe it if he told it.

Of course, he wanted to kill Ye Xiaofeng, but he dreamed of killing him. From the conversation he had just had, he found that Ye Xiaofeng's nature, potential and methods were very terrible. In time, he must be a major concern of the church.

However, at that time, a powerful thought swept over him, as if as long as he dared to take it away, he would definitely die without even leaving any scum. Otherwise, he would not have had such a peaceful conversation with Ye Xiaofeng!

"It's you, it's you church garbage that killed my son. I want you to be buried with you." The figure shouted angrily, and with a big hand, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of fifty meters centered on him seemed to be instantly pulled away, condensing a huge fist.

This fist seemed to be the size of a hill, containing devastating power. I am afraid that if this punch hit it, a small earthquake could be produced.

The church people were desperate, and the deacon was extremely pale. At this time, he was seriously injured. On the other hand, the figure had not declined but increased, how could he be an opponent?

"Stop, listen to me first." Suddenly, a loud voice came and resounded throughout this space. With this voice, five blond young men landed from the void. They were all masters trained by the country themselves. Their arrival was to prevent this battle from happening.

"No one can stop me." The figure said coldly, and his fists like a hill condensed by energy fell down.

The strong wind blew, and many masters in the innate realm of the church were bleeding continuously and under a lot of pressure. Others even spit out a mouthful of blood.

The deacon barely supported a silver-white light curtain and sang in his mouth, but the little silver-white light curtain was so ridiculous compared to the huge fist like a hill.

The five young men who had just arrived kept dissuading this figure when they saw this figure, their faces turned ashen. They looked at each other and took action together. The brilliant light and unparalleled energy were blowing out, trying to shatter the huge fist that condensed energy.

The figure sneered, and the offensive remained unabated.

"Boom," the huge fist fell, and the energy attacks of the five young men had no effect at all, but were swept out by a surging force.

Under this punch, the ground within a radius of two thousand meters trembled. What was even more outrageous was that a car was shaken to a high altitude and then fell down. All the buildings were shaking, as if they were about to collapse.

In this circle, all the people in the church except the Great Deacon this time were made into meat sauce, and they could not die any more. Even the silver Bible and scepter in the hands of the Great Deacon were completely destroyed, and the bones in their bodies were dispersed, and they only breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, this figure was not without a price. The energy on his body seemed to be unable to gather and quickly scattered in the air.

Seeing this scene, the shadow showed a trace of regret in his eyes. He glanced at him and said coldly: "This time is just a lesson. I may not say that I will visit myself in person. My son will not die in vain."

As he said that, the figure's body dissipated, and a stream of light broke through the void and disappeared.

The five young men looked bad, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes. The other party was just a body of energy. If the real body came, who would know how terrifying it would be?

"He still has one breath and should be able to recover." A young man said to the great deacon, and a stream of energy penetrated into his body.

At this time, Ye Xiaofeng had become a Westerner, pretending to be fearful, and followed the crowd on the street and ran towards a safe area.

It was enough twenty minutes, and Ye Xiaofeng felt relieved when he saw that no one was following him. In fact, he couldn't guarantee that he would not be discovered just now. He took a gamble and obviously won the bet and killed the potential threat of Kron.

Ye Xiaofeng's body disappeared instantly as he moved, hiding in the void and moving slowly, while recovering his original appearance.

Many masters of the Divine Worship Cult are gathered near the suburbs of New York City, so the battle also took place there. The city center is still safe, and other places have been completely destroyed and turned into ruins, as if they have experienced the arrival of doomsday, and the city center of New York City seems to have become an isolated island.

Ye Xiaofeng did not stop all the way and entered the villa where they settled. The villa was pitch black, but for warriors like Ye Xiaofeng, darkness was no different from daytime.

As soon as he entered the hall of the pavilion, Liu Yunyan and the others appeared soon. There were people who secretly protected them. One of them was Zhan Ying. He was ordered by Zixuan some time ago to find out whether those who worshipped the God Cult entered New York City. Now that the war has begun, he is not at ease with Zixuan's safety, and the matter has been completed, he comes back to protect Zixuan.

"Is there really a mess outside now?" Zixuan asked looking at Ye Xiaofeng.

"Well, you should have some understanding of the fighting power of the Holy Realm powerhouse. The whole New York City has almost been destroyed. This time the matter is indeed a bit big. It's a pity for the people who hope to be innocent." Ye Xiaofeng sighed slightly and said.

"I didn't expect that such a big disaster would be caused just because of the discussion of a few of us." Zi Xuan said with a bitter smile.

Her home is in New York City. Now that New York City is basically destroyed, she always feels inexplicable pain.
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