The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1270 Late Night Bus
Ye Feng opened his mouth in surprise. These two guys were either furious or crazy!
Bill said very coldly: "Chinese people, for the honor of the knights, we will not let you leave here even if we die!"

"In this case, we can only see the real seal in our hands. Two knights, use your most powerful methods."

As Ye Feng spoke, the spiritual energy in his body began to circulate rapidly, and the powerful spiritual energy fluctuations pressed toward Berg and Bill like heat radiation.

A fierce and horrifying momentum burst out from Ye Feng.

Feeling this momentum, Berg and Bill's faces couldn't help but change color. They hadn't felt such a powerful momentum for a long time.

Although they were surprised by Ye Feng's power, there was no expression of fear on their faces. Instead, they looked determined and determined to be ready to die at any time.

Berg and Bill raised their right hands at the same time, and the cross swords that had been dropped from nowhere automatically returned to their hands.

The sword surface of the cross sword is covered with holy white light, and it looks like the lightsaber in Star Wars.

Berg and Bill held Bibles in their left hands and raised cross swords in their right hands. They chanted at the same time: "In the face of powerful enemies, be fearless, courageous and loyal, worthy of God, loyal and upright, rather than surrender, and protect the weak. It is not against the laws of nature!" "

"I swear to be kind to the weak, I swear to stand up to rape, I swear to fight against all that is wrong, I swear to fight for the defenseless, and I swear to help anyone who asks me for help."

"I swear not to hurt any woman, I swear to help my brother knights, I swear to treat my friends sincerely, and I swear to love the one I love until death!"

After a long declaration of knights, the cross swords in the hands of Berg and Bill turned into two pillars of light.

Two beams of light burst into the night sky from their hands, crossing together to form a cross in the night sky.

A kind of sacred power pressed down on Ye Feng like a mountain. The light of the cross illuminated the surroundings brightly, especially the place where Ye Feng stood, as if it was illuminated by several thousand watts of light.

Ye Feng knew that Berg and Bill had unleashed their ultimate moves, and he did not dare to underestimate them. He stretched out his right hand and summoned the Dragon Sword.

As the spiritual power entered Ye Feng's body, the surface of the Dragon Sword emitted a golden light.

The intersection of gold and white is so dazzling that it makes people unable to open their eyes.

"Cross Holy Light, Heavenly Punishment!" Berg's voice seemed to come from the night sky above his head, with a 3D sound effect.

The white cross swooped down directly towards Ye Feng, dragging a long tail in the night sky.

Ye Feng was not afraid. He raised the Dragon Sword with both hands. When the white cross was only one meter away from his head, he roared and used all his strength and spiritual power to strike at it.

Gold and white collided, and a huge and terrifying explosion sounded, like water being poured into a hot oil pan. Ye Feng's figure was completely submerged in white and golden light.

The air wave was like a cutting machine, and the grass on the ground was cut from the roots, and then turned into dust in the intertwined flames of gold and white.

The golden and white air waves quickly swallowed up Berg and Bill. They just held the Bibles in their hands tightly with both hands. The expressions on their faces were only pride and no fear.

Time seemed to have stagnated, it seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like it was just a short moment.

After the golden white light dissipated, there was only one person standing at the scene. He was holding the sword with one hand and covering his chest with the other hand, breathing heavily.

On the other side, Berg and Bill were already lying on the ground.Looking at the cross swords of the two men, they were stuck diagonally on the ground. The originally beautiful swords had cracked lines on them and were stained with rust. They looked like scrap metal.

After breathing for a while, Ye Feng regained his strength, took back the Dragon Sword, looked at Berg and Bill who were lying motionless on the ground in front of him, and said with a smile: "My glorious knight, I have told you not to fight and kill, you are asking for it. Kuchi, I won’t play with you anymore, goodbye!”

Ye Feng patted the dust on his body, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and left the scene gracefully.

When Berg and Bill woke up from their coma, Ye Feng was nowhere to be seen.

Berg punched the ground with his fist, not to mention the frustration on his face. He has never suffered such a big loss since he entered the Royal Knights of the Church. This is definitely a shame in his career.

Bill stumbled towards his cross sword, pulled it out from the ground, held it in his hand, and looked at the cracks on the sword. Bill had the urge to cry.

This is a sacred object passed down to me by the archbishop. Now that it is damaged in my own hands, how can I explain it to the archbishop?

"God, I will spend the rest of my life cursing that hateful Chinese!"

Berg also walked over and pulled out his cross sword. The expression on his face was calmer than Bill's: "Bill, let's go back quickly and inform the president of this matter. We must not let the Chinese take Westminster with him." The treasures of St. John's Abbey leave Britain!
Bill nodded: "This Chinese is really too powerful. It seems that only the president can defeat him. I hope God can forgive us for our sins tonight."

"We will definitely regain the honor we lost today!" Berg's eyes were full of stubbornness.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and Ye Feng was walking alone on the street. From time to time, he would be startled by drunks who appeared out of nowhere.

He wanted to take a taxi back to the hotel, but strangely, after walking for a long time, he didn't see a taxi.

After walking for a while, Ye Feng walked onto a bus stop.

I casually took a look at the place name on the stop sign, and found that it actually had the name of my hotel, but there were no buses anywhere at this time.

Just as Ye Feng was about to continue walking forward, the dazzling car lights shone towards him.

Ye Feng subconsciously squinted his eyes and looked over. The three numbers on the front of the bus were very conspicuous.

375 bus!

Just as Ye Feng was wondering, bus No. 375 had stopped at the platform and opened the door.

Ye Feng was standing next to the open car door. The driver turned to look at him and motioned for him to get in the car.

The driver's face was pale, without a trace of blood, and there was a faint red light in his eyes from time to time. Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat as he dared to get in the car.

It’s not normal, absolutely not normal. It’s already past two o’clock in the morning. Even in a capitalist empire that is deeply corrupt, there will definitely be no buses.

Ye Feng couldn't help but stretched his head to look inside the car. He saw six or seven people sitting in the car, all wearing black evening gowns with collars standing up.

These people's faces were all pale. When they felt Ye Feng looking at them, they also looked at Ye Feng at the same time. They couldn't help but move the corners of their mouths, revealing some of their pointed teeth.

It turned out to be a car full of vampires!
(End of this chapter)