All the annoying people in the star field looked up, and the words in their eyes were worry.

Because in their eyes, the incomparably powerful Temple of the Lord of Light finally ushered in an opponent after three years of development.

And the price of this confrontation is the lives of these mortals.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

According to common sense, mortals at this time should hide in the safest place they think, and pray that the battle will not affect them.

But now, no one flinched, all mortals silently looked at the direction of the Temple of the Lord of Light, and judged the change of this battle from the pressure of the sky change.

Originally, with the help of Sai Lao, the pressure had been relieved countless times, and suddenly it skyrocketed, and everyone was pressed to the ground again.

This time, there is no gentleness, but a tyrannical breath. Even if these mortals open their mouths, they can't breathe.

A pair of golden wings appeared leisurely in the sky, and even at a distance of tens of thousands of meters, which was impossible for mortals to see, they also saw the pair of golden wings.

As a golden beam of light was cast, Wing Rider Wooster folded his arms and swept across the star field below with an indifferent expression. Finally, his eyes fell on Sai Lao.

"It's you, want to compete with me?"

Just this sight caused a sharp pain in Sai Lao's chest and almost spurted blood.

Sai Lao's face was full of solemnity, and in his eyes, there was fear, but also a little fearlessness.

"Could it be that your Temple of Wisdom is going to be the enemy of my Temple of Light Lord?"

The old man's face was extremely solemn.

This Wing Rider Woster really had bad intentions. He entered the Temple of the Lord of Light and came here to find fault. But there is one thing that Sai Lao is quite relieved, and that is those scholars. Under his deliberate arrangement, although these scholars lived in scattered places at first, in the end, they were all invited by Sai Lao for various reasons. Ares

In the star field prepared by Ares.

What remains in the Temple of the Lord of Light now are the believers of the Lord of Light.

No need to worry about being stabbed in the back!

Sai Lao's face was a little dignified, he was thinking, at this time revealing his true strength, can he compete with this person.

Showing off all of his strength without leaving behind at all, and using all his trump cards.

The old man hesitated. After all, he is just an old man. Even in the years he has experienced, he has never had actual combat experience. Many things are inferences, not the results of battles. There are too many things he needs to verify, and he never puts them out.

Abandoned mission, delaying his time too much.

Sai Lao closed his eyes, and a burst of blue breath slowly drifted out from every inch of his body.

It's just that the moment the blue breath appeared, the pressure between the whole world suddenly lightened.

Sai Lao raised his head and looked at Wing Rider Wooster who was close at hand.

"Don't look down on people." Sai Lao suddenly opened his hand, and a green barrier suddenly appeared. The injury that was originally on his chest recovered instantly. Sai Lao stared at Wing Rider Wooster, and countless clones began to operate at this moment. Sai Lao needs to have little combat experience

Among them, the means to deal with the Wisdom Templars were deduced.

Sai Lao felt the pressure, and he had never experienced a confrontation with a real knight. Too many variables put a lot of pressure on Sai Lao.

At this moment, a hand suddenly pressed on Sai Lao's shoulder.

"The Lord of Light has an order, you go down and let me come."

The metal palm and the familiar voice made Old Sai let out a sigh of relief.

"How sure are you?"

Matt raised his head carefully and looked at Worster, a winged rider not far away.

"I've heard your name for a long time. You're a arrogant brat, but I like it very much. I want to try it with you."

Wing Rider Wooster stared at Matt with a dignified expression, and he felt a familiar tone from the body of this weapon.

It's just that Matt's burly metal body made him cut off the possibility of judging the identity of his opponent from his appearance.

Seeing that Matt insisted on doing this, Sai Lao wanted to leave some means on Matt's body, but just raised his hand, only to find that Matt was a weapon, and many of his own means could not be used on Matt's body.

In desperation, Sai Lao could only retreat silently, this is no longer a battle he can participate in.

Matt clenched his fists, and there was a crunch of metal crashing.

"You sound familiar to me, but I can't remember who you are."

Matt twisted his neck, suddenly punching his chest.

bump!

There was a muffled sound, and the next moment, the surrounding space and time seemed to stop.

Matt flew out, grabbed Wing-cavalry Wurst before he shot, and directly killed him, and smashed his fist directly at Wing-cavalry Wurst's head.

Looking at the metallic luster on the fist, there is a faint flame covering it.

Wing Rider Wooster suddenly felt the pressure.

The strength of this person is very strong, strong enough to be able to confront him!

But this is just a temple of the Lord of Light that has been in business for three years. How could it be possible to cultivate such believers?

Boom!

As Wing Rider Woster raised his hand to meet Matt's fist.

A muffled sound caused a ripple in the air.

"who are you!"

With just one punch, Wing Rider Wooster's face became extremely ugly!

Temporarily pushing back Matt's attack, the winged rider Wooster let out a low roar.

"who are you!"

Matt didn't respond to his words, raised his fist again, and slammed it down on Wing Rider Wooster's head!

Only this time, not from the front, but from the side and rear.

At the moment Wing Cavalry Wooster roared and questioned, Matt had already spared behind Wing Cavalry Wooster.

Don't give your opponent a chance to breathe!

Wing Rider Wooster has never fought such a suffocating battle!

From the very beginning, the opponent's offense was at the lowest level that had to be dealt with.

If the strength is even a shred, he doesn't need to resist, and he can hold it with his own divine body.

The other party not only knows his strength, but also knows everything about him!

The attacks were continuous, and under the premise that they had to be resisted, this continuous attack was like a drizzle, bit by bit destroying Wing Rider Wooster's determination to resist.

Wing Cavalry Wooster had absolutely no experience in dealing with this kind of fighting method.

But regardless of the circumstances, fighting is to hit the opponent's face with fists.

He punched violently, predicting behind him.

"Ants!"

wow...

A fine metal sound spread, and I saw Wing Rider Wooster's fist smashed into Matt's chest, and countless small parts splashed out at this moment.

lost?

Looking at the scattered weapon parts all over the sky, Old Sai's heart was dignified.

"It's over." A gust of wind suddenly swept across Wing Cavalry Wooster's fist, as long as he dismantled this **** thing, he would win.