Thunder Martial

The image flipped too fast to allow many people to react.

The monks who had just become so powerful that they had won the battle with the Holy King began to seek help in a blink of an eye.

“Boom!”

The void shook, a black stick broke into the sky, with a powerful aura, and fought hard towards the forward Holy King.

The monkey had not relaxed his vigilance, knowing that the Holy King was powerful, and naturally knew that even if monks resorted to such a powerful means, it would still be impossible to defeat a holy king. It is already remarkable to be able to guarantee undefeated.

The black stick falls, with a powerful power, plus a monk-operated demon pestle, the two of them together can stop a holy king.

Terrible energies surged in the dome, and the Holy King used powerful moves, but these attacks were thwarted by monkeys and monks.

“Why don't you kill them?” Stopped by two saints, when the heart of the Holy King was filled with anger, others had to be prompted to do it.

Five powerful men, one Holy King, have stopped just two, with three left.

Seeing the strength of the monks, who dare to guarantee that these three people do not have similar powerful divine powers, these already frightened saints are unwilling to go.

They are not afraid of death, but this purely suicidal act is meaningless.

“What are you still staring for, do it!” The Holy King, blocked by two men, spoke again.

The saints looked at each other in opposition, so they went forward to die?

Three stars, spread out and stop those saints as effectively as possible.

Just as the atmosphere seemed very depressed, and as these saints entered and retreated, a voice suddenly rang from behind, "Munan, you don't have to embarrass them, these three are not weaker than those two. ”

This statement was made by a skinny holy king, who came from behind, and when he saw the man, the saints were relieved and immediately saluted.

“Muno, I didn't expect you to be born.” The Holy King, who fought against the monks, glanced at the man.

The Holy King named Muno smiled and said, "If I don't come, you'll be in danger this time. ”

“What, you mean they can still kill me?” Munan was dissatisfied.

“Try it and you'll see. ”

The voice just fell, the holy king named Muno, suddenly rushed forward, like a raging electric light, instantly fell in front of the star, punching towards the star's heart.

“Pong!”

Powerful energy exploded, and the star's body burst into pieces. Looking at this broken energy, Muno said: "Look at this. ”

The shape of the star appeared dozens of meters away, and the look grew heavy. In his hand, the star gun held tight and the sharp tip of the gun was slain towards the holy king who attacked him as soon as he came up.

“Glow of Light! ”

In the other direction, the glowing hands stamped and the fiery energy of the glow formed an attack in front of her and followed the stars.

The moon was a little empty and her figure was elevated. Behind her, a real moon appeared. Under the moonlight, she danced in a veil, like a fairy moon, holding a long sword towards the Holy King.

In the face of these three attacks, the expression gradually grew heavy, “I'll deal with these three, you go ahead! ”

Aware of the power contained in the three attacks, King Munan, who fought with the two Sangs, silenced.

As King Muno said, if he hadn't come, the five of us would have joined forces, and he, the Holy King, was afraid to really plant in front of his house.

When a powerful opponent is stopped by the Holy King, the other saints are no longer worried. One deliberately circumvents the battlefield and rushes in the direction of the purple beast.

Su Mengyao next to Zizhi was ready to take the shot, and Zizhi shook his head and said: "Next, you manipulated the source of everything, these people gave it to me. ”

At the same time, Zixuan removed the energy from his body. Su Mengyao nodded and began to pour energy into the source of all things.

Purple turned around and walked forward, only to see the dozens of saints, rushing this way. Their faces, with crazy killing machines, surrounded by holy forces are constantly pouring.

A few steps ahead of her purple, her hands flashed brightly, and a long black bow appeared. Purple left hand open bow, right hand pull string, as the long bow is pulled into full moon, a bright dragon bark coming out of the bow body.

Only a dragon-shaped arrow appeared on the long bow, bursting with a dazzling golden ray of light, spreading the mighty Holy Veil.

“Buzz!”

The bowstrings trembled, an arrow ejected, and the dragons roared heaven and earth.

“Pfft!”

Like a black electric light, the arrow instantly pierces the eyebrows of a former Puritan, while the immense power in it is also carrying the body of the saint, flying backwards.

Arrows penetrate the saint's eyebrows and fly far away, vanishing from sight in the sky.

The saint, who flew a distance backwards, lay on his back in the sky, losing his life and falling slowly.

An arrow to kill Saint!

“Boom!” “Boom!” “Buzz! ”

At the same time, the bowstrings are trembling faster and faster, and there is only an arrow made up of pure holy forces, which breaks open and shoots at the saints.

Faced with this almost instantaneous arrow, the faces of the saints have changed dramatically.

They can only see the trajectory of the arrows and can even perceive that the target of the arrows is themselves, but when there is no time to react, the arrows will reach the front.

Some of them took out their weapons and chopped them towards the arrows, but they didn't wait for the attack to fall and the arrows had reached their eyebrows.

And this attack, which is not only inescapable, but also very powerful, can break every arrow, and after breaking it, it can destroy life.

The energy of the Undying Saint, in the face of this energy, there is no room for resistance. It is forcibly suppressed, unable to form an indestructible cycle until the soul is completely extinguished.

As if this energy was naturally repressive to their souls.

This is Zixuan's unique anti-heavenly holy power, its unique rules of destruction, everything is in ruin.

In a blink of an eye, Purple shot eight arrows and eight saints died.

It's a slaughter!

The two Holy Kings who perceived this scene changed their minds and thought it was terrible to have five powerful beings out of seven. But who would have thought that the young man, who was supposed to be weak in their view, would be so powerful?

Fortunately, after eight lives, these saints also came before the purple. Being close to everyone, I believe the war is almost over.

These saints who arrive in front of the Purple One are undoubtedly fortunate, because they are not the ones whose goal the Purple One is to live.

But they are also sad, because they have come before the purple. You know, purple flesh is strong, and it is absolutely the crown of all.

Purple side retreated one step, a sword light rubbed past Purple cheek, purple smooth punch, punched the saint in the chest, the latter body flew directly out.

At the time of the crossing, the saint was coughing blood, but had been beaten with a punch of purple punch.

It was just a wound, not a death, and this saint was very happy in his heart.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a crisis strike, his face suddenly changed and a slight noise came from his ear.

“Pfft!”

After this softening, the saint sensed with horror that his soul was rapidly passing, but did not know what was going on.

“Bang!”

In his frightened gaze, he saw another saint being blown out, and beside each other, there seemed to be a glimmer of confusion, and then the saint bled out of his mouth, and his life rapidly passed away.

It seems that the saints who have understood all this have not had time to close their eyes and their life has been lost.

“Bang!” “Bang! Bang! ” ……

In the attack of many saints, Purple's figure flashes constantly, avoiding an attack, while Purple also strikes an attack. All the saints who were touched by the purple attack and then flipped back lost their chance to do it again and died in the void.

The wounds on their bodies, almost surprisingly consistent, were all in the frown area, showing blood marks.

In the blink of an eye, the first wave of nine saints, close to Purple, all flew out and fell into the void, all dead.

The expressions of the saints who followed them undoubtedly became appalling, and seemed to be much more powerful than the previous five.

Although the five of them had killed a lot, the slaughter had been less rapid and less decisive.

In their sight, these people were simply rushed forward and then shook away, and they died one by one.

The horrified saints, the subconscious steady figure, were terrified.

Who would have thought that the mighty presence had been stopped by the Holy King? There is a more terrifying one here.

When they stopped, they lost their opponents' purpleness, turned their heads to look at the saints, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of their mouths.

The next moment, his figure flashed like a hallucinating light, and he swooped towards these saints.

In the heavens and the earth, the sound of rumbling is still ringing, and the source of all things is hurrying to collect the planet. During this period, due to the suction released, the bodies of the saints around them were actively towed towards the center of all things.

At great speeds in the sky, the purple rushed into these saints, whose bodies began to fly backwards as the fluttering voice rang out.

Except very individually, after flipping back, they were able to survive, but everything else was in the process of flipping back, and they were attacked by knives and spirits, and their souls died.

It's also a group of fighters, and purple fights are undoubtedly stronger.

“Run!”

The other saints, the sight is bad, turn around and run. Still, they were not afraid of dying, but being slaughtered in this way, even if they died, made no sense.

The two opposing Holy Kings shook their heads and sighed, but could not denounce them for another half sentence.

Because the fighting power the other side showed was too strong, stronger than both of us imagined. It is believed that even in the family, those geniuses who have not yet been born, stand in front of the other side and remain invincible for the slaughter.

“Stand down! ”

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded from behind, a breath of the Holy King spreading, but the third Holy King of the Holt family, had to be born early.