Thunder Martial

Purple Buddhist punch is a harsh punch. Though it did not break through the body of this saint, it also caused enough serious injury to the other party.

His figure disappeared like a ghost and instantly appeared just above the saint, his figure rising as the saint ascended.

“Boom!”

His body spinning halfway through the sky, lifting his legs and kicking him so hard between the waist ribs of the saint, he saw only a fierce amount of energy blow up in his back, the saint's flexed body stretched forcibly, his bones cracked and his body smashed hard towards the earth.

A deep human-shaped pit appeared on the ground, with all the smoke and dust, and the saint lying still motionless, and life was flowing fast.

One punch and one foot annihilated the second saint, and from above the walls of the distant city, the screams of the Lei brothers about speedy control were delayed.

The next five saints, the two marching forward, tried to save people, and then together held Zijuan back, but saw Zijuan kill another person so quickly, the two marching slightly slowly, and the expression was a little hesitant.

Zixuan looked at the two, and the corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile, and he rushed toward them.

“Damn it! ”

They shouted angrily, but had to contend with purple.

In the eyes of both of them, the speed is strange, fluttering purple, the momentum suddenly changed during the forward rush, like a huge fierce beast, and like a steady mountain of divinity, just straight ahead.

This momentum, violent and direct, is astonishing.

The two had to turn to defend themselves, cross their hands with their chests, and work together to support an energy mask to prevent the powerful impulse of the purple.

“Boom!”

The energy surged like a meteorite, smashing onto a protective shield put up by two people. The defensive light shield formed by the two men broke instantly, while the powerful impact forced the two bodies to fly out.

Such a fierce offensive is also a shock to everyone outside the field. The original thunderbolt, one person can kill several saints, has given them a shocking feeling, but at this moment, this young man is much stronger and scarier than thunderbolt.

Above the walls of the distant city, a rolling thunderball suddenly emerged, a figure emerged from the thunderball, a middle-aged man, standing on the walls of the city, not angry and self-righteous.

Seeing this middle-aged man, the surrounding Lei monks immediately became respectful and saluted.

Ignoring these salutations, after the appearance of the middle-aged man, his eyes stared dead at the purple, and the thunder in his eyes seemed to be shining through the purple with some secret method.

“Perfect in Saint! ”

Seeing Purple break through the defenses of the two saints without any damage, the eyes of the middle-aged man flashed with a different light and whispered.

Perfect Body is a powerful system, unique to the Star of Life, and is considered the most powerful of the refining techniques. Once the flesh is holy, it is naturally the strongest of its ranks.

After forcibly flushing the two, the shape of the purple body accelerated suddenly, using lightning. In an instant, it was close to a saint, and the powerful physical energy could not resist the attack of the other party.

There was a moment of pause in the surrounding space, and this saint's face revealed intense horror.

“There is something unique about speedy understanding, hmm… it actually affects the operation of space, and the level of understanding is still above thunder. Not bad, not bad! I didn't expect that after the thunder, there was such a person. ”

The dignified middle-aged man nodded with admiration, only to observe the constant use of extreme speeds and the kind of mysterious force that deliberately targeted space, and said with some disappointment: "Unfortunately, such speeds, together with the heavenly lightning wings, can maximize the power. ”

The middle-aged man felt some regret and shook his head slightly, knowing that the heavenly lightning wings were in the hands of thunder. But the next moment, his face changed dramatically and his eyes were stunned.

On that battlefield, the purple back unfolded the heavenly thunder wings, but also the six wings, above which the silver light flowed, with a certain spirituality.

The heavenly thunder wings are the best treasure of the Thunder clan, with twelve wings. Once fully obtained, they are the best treasure of the Thunder clan and even the world. This middle-aged man, a Thunder Nation, is very familiar with Thunder Wings. He is probably the most knowledgeable of Thunder Wings in today's world. He was surprised by the sudden appearance of ten wings today, and at first glance he saw that the six wings had a thunderwing heart, much more advanced than the four wings on the thunder.

“The Rays, there are still such people?” The middle-aged man's expression was disgusting.

After demonstrating true speed, the power of purple was also greatly improved. Soon, two shocks were heard above the dome, and the two saints flew out again, one dead and one wounded.

“Python Nine Transformations! ”

At this point, a cold drink came out between heaven and earth, but one of the three previously stamped saints had been successfully stamped.

Only a giant python, hundreds of lengths long, appeared in the sky, full of holy light, like a true python, circled and crowded with heavenly domes.

The vast repression, released from the python, those bright and cold eyes, stared indifferently at the purple. Its huge body moves in the dome, and the whole dome is completely crumbled, leaving the snake in the black hole of nothingness.

Its head rose high and a hissing sounded from the sky. The sound formed substantial fluctuations that scattered and were very harsh, causing many heavens to panic and retreat, and some heads fell to the ground, screaming and rolling, spilling blood in the seven tips.

And the hissing, it was also getting higher and higher, and the final sound was high and bright, like a dragon bark.

Python Nine Transformation First Transformation - Sound Transformation!

In heaven and earth, there is only this bright dragon song left, together with the substantial ripple fluctuations, the psychic python centered, to begin the indiscriminate attack.

This sound wave attack was introduced into the purple Sea of Awareness, perfectly spiritualized into a perfect shield defense, blocking the channel's sound wave attack.

His soul, though still heavenly, is perfect and cannot be hurt at all by such an attack.

He looked up at the hissing python, his eyebrows tight just wrinkled, his back thunder wings vibrated, his shape began to rush forward, and he proceeded in the sound waves.

“Python changed second! ”

Looking at Purple Front, the saint looked indifferent, and the imprint in his hand rose again, only over his head. The python looked down at Purple Front, flashing a Mori Cold Killer in his eyes.

Its abdomen emits a bright light, and then it begins to bulge, like there's something forcibly coming out of it.

“Pá!”

With a shock, only the raised abdomen was seen, and a dragon claw appeared, which had only four toes and was not connected to the five common claws of purple claws. But the dragon claws are still horrible, puncturing the space and grabbing at the purple claws.

Purple flashed, quickly dodged the blow, and rushed to the sky, targeting the saint.

“Pfft!” “Pfft!” “Pfft! ”

In the hands of the saint, the printing vote changed again, only to see the Python's abdomen rush out of three dragon claws again, coming toward the purple.

And between the four dragon claws, there is a subtle array of methods hidden, which affects the speed of purple claws.

“Buzz!”

The ultimate state of extreme speed was revealed by purple, and mysterious energy scattered over the space, falling over those four dragon claws. Seeing as he was about to grasp the purple claw, his speed suddenly dropped dramatically, and purple claw took the opportunity to go through the attack of the dragon claw and rush straight to the saint.

Coming close, a powerful punch, a golden punch flashes.

Through the glowing punch, Purple saw the saint's face with a sarcastic expression, his body distorted and dissipated, like a phantom.

You don't have to guess, you also know where his true body is hiding, the purple face shows anger, he turns around empty-handed, his right fist grips tightly, the glittering light emits from above his fist.

At this moment, not only was his fist surrounded by sanctity and thunder, but there seemed to be another inexplicable fluctuation of energy, under which everyone felt shocked.

The middle-aged man who had been watching the scene above the walls of the city, his face changed again.

Above the earth, thunderbolted with guns, watching the moment rise and shine, holding on to the purple of fists, shook his head and said: "It's really not as good as you! ”

“Boom!”

The void crumbled again, four dragon claws descended from the sky and grabbed onto the purple.

Purple body slightly side body, fist grip pulled back, then punched out, brilliant golden fist light, body surface surrounded by golden thunder, towards forward.

Four dragon claws hit the head, encountering this powerful punch, not even a single pause, directly crumbling apart.

Above the heavenly dome, the python suddenly burst into a painful howl, only to see a golden fist, after shattering the dragon claw, rushing to the sky, with an unspeakable threat, towards the head of the python.

The painful python, that thick tail, ripped open the space and swept across towards the golden fist.

“Puff!”

A powerful blow fell on one side of the fist, not only not shaking the fist in the slightest, but shattering the tail by the force of the outgoing countershock.

Fist castration, such as crushing and decaying, hit Python in the head.

“Boom!”

In the heavens and the earth, a fierce energy explosion, and a terrible scream, Python's head directly exploded and his body crushed. The figure of the saint just emerged from it, screaming and flying away.

Where his body was passing, a vast bloody river appeared above the dome.

The eyes of this saint were full of horror and horror. It never occurred to me that the other party's blow had such a horrible power. If it had not been for his determination, he would have died with the python at this moment.

But even so, he is still seriously injured, and it will take decades, if not decades, to recover.

Just escaping from his death, without waiting for the saint to rejoice, he felt a crisis emerge from the bottom of his heart, and beside the purple body, a little knife with a glittering glow passed away.