Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Alone.

A sword.

The snowy swordlight covers the lightning, illuminating the half-side uppressed sky.

The fierce thunderstorm was split in half and fell unwillingly.

Some of the disciples around, they were staring.

“A sword to rob Ray, I've lived my whole life, I wonder if I can do it? ”

“You? We are lucky to be able to carry Thunder Robbery against Fabao. Are you going to study like Brother Zhaoming? ”

“That's true, but don't you want to? ”

“This is...”

The sniffer hurried back and saw the sword.

Unlike the shock and worship of others, he was filled with worry.

He was well aware of his brother's condition.

When he went off, it was really just to regain strength.

That is, he is not prepared for this thunderbolt.

No magic, no formation, no borrowing.

Face this fierce seventy-seven and forty-nine thunderbolts.

Smell the ceremony and only realize that the heart beats at a rate that is beyond your control.

He stared dead at the cloud-covered mountain peak and prayed continuously in his heart, hoping that his brother could live in peace.

Two ways.

Five ways.

Ten ways.

……

Zhao himself doesn't know how many thunder robberies he has had in the past.

The marshmallows didn't dare bother her at this moment - they were in a thunderbolt, but if there was a little distraction, the consequences would be unpredictable.

Another sword down.

Zhao's sword held hands trembling slightly.

Acid, hemp, pain.

She's a little tired already.

But in the depressed black vortex, a more powerful thunderbolt is brewing.

One sword, two swords...

A Zhao's sword gripping hand has been soaked with blood.

The bright red blood winds down in the palm of your hand and falls over your sword.

The Spirit Sword buzzed.

Zhao smiled: “Are you excited? Relax, there's a bigger guy back there. ”

Another couple of thunder hijacks.

Her robe was scorched black, her body was injured, her lips were bleeding, and her sword grip was almost unconscious.

At this moment, Zhao suddenly became clear.

There are two more thunder robberies.

It accumulates countless energies and the tiger looks at himself.

She wiped the blood off her lips with that unharmed hand.

I looked up at the thunderbolt, which kept flickering, and suddenly I felt powerless.

Settle down!

At a time like this, there must be no breaking of heart.

Zhao's teeth came together and a bite of blood sprayed out of his heart and fell on the sword of the spirit.

Just at this moment, the rolling thunderbolt wrapped in endless power can be broken down.

This time, there was no sword light.

The hearts of salutations speak of the eyes of the voice.

“Brother...” he shouted.

The snow cap has been a mess.

“Psst!” On the scorched black ground, a white figure lay on the ground.

His clothes were broken and he was bleeding in several places, and his natural sword fell far away, and the whole person looked terrible.

Zhao tried to stand up and found that he was powerless.

It took her half a day to turn around, lie on her back, and look at the clouds of thunder that could not go anywhere.

There's one last lightning strike.

The most powerful 49th Road lightning strike.

“Am I not the first to be killed by lightning, marshmallows?” Zhao gasped loudly and was still in a mood to joke.

The marshmallows cried, turning over the data: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... ”

“Then I'm really...” Zhao saw the dark cloud before he finished.

A dark purple thunderbolt struck itself in the face.

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Eighth more.

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