Thunder Martial

There was a deafening bombing in front of it. The scattered sound waves were not only deaf, but also shivered their souls.

It seemed that there was a stick, deep into my mind, and began to stir violently.

Some low -level existences, kneeling on the ground with both hands, shouting pain, blood flowing along Qiqiao.

It has long been destroyed to block the flag of Ziyu.

Some strong men are not affected, but their expression is more exaggerated than those who bleed.

Because of this scene, it is just a energy shock wave, and it still spreads to a shock wave.

But even so, the banning ban is still dispersed, and so many people have bleeding.

If you are in the center of the field, who can block it?

They are shaking their heads, not to mention the eight of the fairy law.

In the face of this blow, there is only one dead end.

Even they speculated that even if they were a fairy, they had to die at the moment.

What about the Zi Ji who faced this attack?

He only has the Eight -Eight Realm of Fairy Fa.

Everyone looked ahead, where the thick smoke rolled, forming a tornado storm raging everywhere, and the cold and harsh sound.

At this moment, the energy ahead is in the riots, and no one dares to explore the soul to explore the situation.

Now, only wait.

Waiting for the smoke and dust.

The smoke and dust dancing the sky finally scattered, and everyone looked forward.

After seeing the scenes, their faces changed greatly.

The original plain land has become a huge gully one after another, as if the ground dragon flows over, rugged and embarrassed.

Countless residual energy rushed from it, sometimes with blade wind and dust.

Those huge gully were shocking.

At the end of the gully, that is, at the center, one person was lying there, motionless.

It's Ziyi.

I don't know if he is life or death.

There was a quiet surroundings, and I couldn't hear the sound of breathing.

Everyone's spirit falls ahead, all in Ziyi.

Yin Hong's blood has already stained the ground under him and flows into the gully.

Quiet.

Deadly quiet!

Until a weak light cough sounded.

From the front.

"Cough ... cough ... cough ..."

In the sound of cough, the man moved.

The original surroundings were rang immediately.

Everyone shouted like crazy.

not dead!

Ziyu is not dead!

Everyone of the fairy souls widened, as if seeing ghosts.

Faced with such a horrible attack, Ziyi was still alive?

How can life be so tenacious?

I saw that Ziyi stood up in front of him.

His immortal golden body, known as the strongest body in the world, but the current body bones have almost crushed most of them.

In addition to physical injuries, the soul also encountered a heavy creation. At this moment, the sea of ​​the whole soul became very disordered, and the soul was weak but riots.

Although he did not die, he was not far away from each other. It is obviously impossible to expect such a disability.

There are so many people who come to the fairy soul to prevent this accident.

Ziyi worked hard to make his body straight. He looked up and shouted, "Let's, come again!"

He made a provocative gesture.

The fairy soul Qi Ming was shocked and angry, and Ziyi could live in this case. He didn't expect it.

Moreover, the other party also made a provocative action for the crime list.

Unfortunately, he can no longer mobilize the power of the crime list.

"Come again!"

Ziyi shouted again.

"The power of the crime list has been exhausted. At this moment, it is re -saving the strength. If you use it next time, it will be 500 years later."

A sound sounded from the crowd.

Zi Yan, who had no confidence, heard the explanation of this voice, lit up the light again.

He guessed right.

The power of the crime list can no longer be used, so is he a chance to survive today?

As long as he gives him a little time, he can re -have the power to fight.

"so what?"

The old man whispered, "Even though the power of the crime list cannot be used, his ten evil guys still don't want to live today!"

The old man turned his head to look at Xianhun Qi Ming. He had retreated to the edge before, and at this moment, he was far away from Ziyi.

Xianhun Qi Ming would nod, and there was a flash of murder in his eyes, "Zi, I will solve you today!"

After speaking, he turned into a flowing forward.

Fairy soul is obsessed with the sky.

Even if Ziyi was dying, he didn't care about it. When he showed full speed, he used his full effort.

"Go to death!"

When Ziyi had thousands of times, Xianhuman Qi Ming launched an attack.

The sword of the spiritual sword turned into a luminous light and cut to Ziyu.

There are clear sword marks in the heavens and earth.

Many people closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look straight.

Ziyi is a genius and is very strong. Unfortunately, he met the unreasonable fairy soul clan and had to set him to death.

If the crime list cannot be calculated, then continue to shoot.

According to Ziyu's current state, it is really difficult to live this time.

Seeing that Ziyi was about to be beheaded by a sword, a sudden sound sounded.

The Sword Sword was blocked by a knife.

It was a seemingly unusual knife. There was no special texture on it. The blade was blunt, without opening, and seemed to be mediocre.

This is the flat knife, but it blocked the soul soul's soul -cut sword.

The Soul Sword Sword was born for killing the spiritual clan, but it was easily blocked at the moment, making everyone froze.

"die!"

Xianhun Qi Ming's eyes flashed, and he had lost his face today. Now, in the face of the dying purple magpie, if you can't kill, it will really make a joke.

Om!

The sword of the spirit sword trembled, exuding the light of masculinity, turned into hundreds of sword light, and continued to move forward.

Once these attacks fall, Ziyi will be screened.

"I come to play a piercing, Amitabha."

With a buddha, a bright light appeared in front of Ziyi.

A big Buddha suddenly appeared, with a height of more than a hundred feet, and the body of the Buddha was surrounded by the light, and the golden mangpu was on the earth.

The arrival of the sword of the spiritual sword pierced into the body of the Buddha, and the sound of the puppets kept sounding.

However, these swords of chopped spiritual swords are like mud cattle into the sea. After entering the body of the Buddha's body, there was no movement.

In this way, everyone's face changed again.

Ziyi was completely stunned, and she almost couldn't believe her eyes.

All the swords of the spiritual sword entered the body of the Great Buddha, and the tall body of the Buddha began to shrink, and finally turned into ordinary people.

This is a bald head, wearing a cricket, he grows fat and ears, but gives a blessing image. At the moment he appears, everyone feels that there is a peaceful atmosphere in the field.

"You ... who are you?"

Xianhun Qi Ming looked at the bald monk in shock. In addition to Ziyu, the other party was the second one blocking his sword.

Looking at this familiar figure, Ziyi was shocked.

The bald monk glanced at the Xianhun Qi Ming, glanced at the corner of his mouth, and ignored it.

He turned around and looked at the shocking Ziyi, "Don't talk, today is the home of Grandpa."

He turned back to his body and looked at it for four weeks. There was a touch of enthusiasm in his eyes. "This scene is very good.

His eyes locked the fairy soul Qi Ming, "You look the most, you come to death first!"

"Fart! You bald, I want you to die!"

The fairy soul Qi Ming was furious. He was also a powerful fairy soul, and his status was extremely high, but today he was underestimated again and again.

"Go to death!"

A sword flew out, and then turned into a sword light.

Still the chopping sword.

As soon as this sword came out in the past, it also meant that the battle was over.

But today, he met a monk.

Who is the monk?

He is good and evil.

Looking at the sky sword light, the monk folded his hands, and his whole body was emitting. Like a Buddha, he recited a solemn Buddha name.

"My Buddha is in the heart."

When his hands were loosened, his breath broke out instantly, and there was no previous mildness, which became extremely violent.

He held the knife in front of him.

"My Buddha is compassionate."

With a knife, the whole world seems to be two.

The shadow of the sword, disappeared under this knife instantly.

Such a scene surprised everyone.

The same is true of Ziyi, because the monk's breath has been fully displayed, which is one level taller than him.

Xianfa Nine.

You must know that you used to have a long time of practice at the speed of practice.

But this time, it was overtaken.

"There are rules in the world, and the Buddhist gate has precepts. The master, you have committed the abstinence."

The monk destroyed the sword light, and then cut the second sword.

"The Buddha said, we must be kind."

The knife light broke the air, and came to the fairy soul Qi Ming in an instant, and the sharp knife light was not sharp, directly breaking the defense of Xianhuman Qiming, leaving a diagonal knife marks on him, and the blood sprayed.

Xianhun Qi Ming's chest was almost a point.

The fairy soul Qi Ming was frightened, and he couldn't care about others, and turned and ran.

Looking at the escape fairy soul Qi Ming, the monk put down the knife and folded his hands, "Amitabha, put down the butcher knife, and send you to become a Buddha."

Om!

The knife trembled, and then flew out autonomously, chopping to Xianhun Qi Ming.

puff!

Stop it off.

Looking at the lower body landing, Xianhun Qi Ming screamed.

And everyone else, the eyes were almost staring out. Is this bald too fierce?

Just a few times, the fairy soul Qi Ming?

"Kill them!"

At this moment, the old voice sounded again.

The other fairy soul clan finally returned to God, and then killed it together.

Looking at a dozen people, the monk's face changed for a while, and there was no previous arrogance.

Zi Yan was full of confidence and collapsed instantly.

It seems that it is still finished.

When he was about to shout the monk to escape, the sky suddenly shocked, and then a black stick, like the pillar of the sky, fell vertically from the sky.

boom!

The terrible breath is turbulent, like a certain murderous wake -up, a black ape falls from the sky.

His eyes were red, and he seemed to be able to see through all the virtuality, swept the audience, and made people feel bustling.

The fairy soul clan in the front stopped immediately.

Alas!

At this moment, a fairy soul clan appeared behind Ziyu, and the cold smiling smiled at the corner of his mouth, and fired a killer towards Ziyi who was close at hand.

But waiting for him, it was a thorn.

The long thorns flickered with a gulf, and a snoring sound pierced into the palm of the sneak.

The long thorn was held in his hand by a man in black, and he exudes a cold atmosphere.

This kind of cold is not ice and snow, but the blood of corpses.

With the death of bones.