Thunder Martial

The appearance of the saints, like a storm, scratched up in this nothingness.

Unlike Ziqinna's overly restrained Kunkun, the shock was undoubtedly greater after the appearance of this saint in the hands of the Holy King.

First of all, its saintly aura is more pronounced, giving it a palpitating aura than it is at the source of everything.

Most importantly, this is a saintly soldier attacking the slaughter.

Above this star road, the Holy King takes out the saints, which clearly represents the strongest combat power that can be demonstrated at present on the star road.

At the moment of the appearance of the saints, the monks and others also perceived the anomaly, turning their heads in the direction of the purple, and appearing worried on their faces.

Seeing the holy king, holding the saint in his hand, the tip of the sword fingers purple, the cold light of the forest swallowed up along the tip of the sword.

Purple expression, becomes extremely heavy. Today in World War I, unlike the last time, a heavily wounded Saint King took out a holy soldier, but this time, the Holy King was not seriously wounded.

Munan was surrounded by the power of the Holy King, blocked in front of the monks and monkeys, and he looked at them with a grin: “You two should wait. Forcing us to use saints, even if we die, is enough to make us proud! ”

The monk and the monkey blocked him before, and now he can stop them without effort.

Muno, who fought against the three stars, simultaneously stopped the three and prevented them from coming to support.

In fact, the five merely expressed their concern and had no intention of helping at all. With all their strength, it is good to block a holy king, and if you come forward against a holy king with a holy soldier, you are simply looking for death.

The Holy King held the holy sword and stabbed it in the face of the purple.

There is no need for too many tricks, no need for dazzling skills, just the power of a former assassin, the Holy King and the saints, to fuse together and easily kill a saint.

The holy sword moves forward, the killer locks the purple, that unique space compression makes the purple feel extremely stressed. It's like a giant mountain on your body right now, and every time you move it, it's very difficult.

“Buzz!”

His body, the golden light flowed, the mighty saint's power spread. The sacred body begins to function, forcibly dissipating pressure from the surrounding body, which, although not all of it can be dissolved, can also allow Purple to make simple movements.

Doing this alone is already far more powerful than ordinary genius saints.

Looking at the purple that was still capable of action, the deep and cold eyes of the Holy King flashed a surprise. Soon, however, he laughed coldly, and the saint struck, could a saint in the district block stop it?

Watching the saint arrive, the Saint Wei became repressed again, the purple corner of his mouth curled slightly, a smile on his mind.

Immediately afterwards, he did something that caused everyone to fall into the glasses.

In his hand, a white sphere appeared, and as the saint approached him, the sphere began to light up, forming a barrier and blocking the front of the purple.

No one believes that such a barrier can block the attack of the Saint King, let alone the blow of the Saint King in his hand.

The attacking Saint King, too, thought that his blow was unstoppable.

But when the tip of the sword comes into contact with the barrier, his expression solidifies. The attack, which was supposed to break bamboo, came to a halt, blocked by this barrier, and could no longer move forward.

The holy sword is glued to the barrier and the energy on it begins to dissipate.

The Holy King's incredible gaze across the barrier revealed a faint smile of purple. His powerful blow was blocked by such a blind bead.

Is this a bead or a treasure?

Right under his incredible gaze, but seeing the other saint, he actually grinned at him. That smile was a little shady, even a little cold.

The Holy King had a bad feeling in his heart, but he didn't know where it came from.

Did this saint bring it to him?

But the other party is only a saint, facing his attack at this moment, can only defend against it, how can it threaten him?

Moreover, although the sphere in front of him blocked his attack, the energy on it was rapidly passing, believing that it would soon break its guard and that it would still be a dead end.

Just as many questions rose in the heart of the Holy King, he saw the purple beads in front of him, suddenly loosening the beads.

Loss of energy maintenance, bead manifestation barriers, faster energy consumption, doesn't seem to hold up for a breath of time, it will break.

But enough time for a saint to launch an attack.

Purple feet were emptied a little, black robes danced on her body, and her figure rose up empty.

He crossed the barrier and stared dead in both eyes at the Holy King.

The eyes of the Holy King, as the purple moved, sometime added a long knife with a sheath to the purple hand.

Zixuan crossed the barrier and was already leaning forward, holding the sheath in his left hand and the handle in his right hand.

By the time the Holy King discovered the scene, he had only seen the black knife handle, and had begun to flash a golden ray of light along the road.

“Whoosh!”

Break out the sheath and shine a bright knife towards the Holy King.

As soon as he saw the light of the dagger, a thick crisis appeared in the heart of the Holy King, who, without saying anything, immediately blocked himself with saints.

The knife light of the march, unobstructed, overtook the body of the Holy King, marched a distance before dissipating.

In the hands of the Holy King, the saint was still in a defensive position, his eyes stared forward a little faintly, and his forehead was already full of cold sweat.

Quiet all around, even those who fought stopped and looked at this side without blinking.

From the Saint King's attack to the Purple King's defense to the Purple King's quick counterattack, it's only a short time.

But this time, as if solidified, the purple stood in place, the long knife out of the sheath had returned to the sheath, and the white bead flew beside him.

The Holy King took a defensive stance, but he lost the next move.

On this side, time is like a rating. In the distance, he manipulated Su Mengyao, who had taken away a planet, and flashed, but went into the source of all things.

Immediately afterwards, everything began to shrink and flew this way.

At this moment, everyone's attention is also on the purple side, but nobody noticed that the source of all things is changing direction and flying this way.

From the Great Ding, a light was emitted. The light was half-empty, and fell on the three stars, whose shapes disappeared instantly.

And at this moment, there's finally movement over there. His body began to retreat. In front of him, the Holy King did not launch an attack. When one of his arms retracted from his purple body, he suddenly broke his shoulders and the holy blood spilled into the void.

One knife broke his arm, void dead silence.

“No, they're running! ”

A shout came out of nowhere and someone finally noticed the anomaly on the other side.

“Stop them! ”

When Mu Noo suddenly discovered that he had lost his opponent and shouted coldly, he rushed to the source of everything in front of him.

After awakening, Munan launched a fierce attack against monks and monkeys.

“Time to go! ”

Zixuan pronounced on the two of them, and his figure continued to retreat, ready to rendezvous with Qiankun's myriad of things.

Three holy kings have emerged, and there is a holy soldier, who can't walk if he wants to.

“Fuck you! ”

The holy king with the broken arm, his eyes staring poisonously at Purple, held the holy soldier in one arm and rushed towards Purple.

Today, he was humiliated. In one-on-one situations, he did not kill a saint, and the samurai was used and his arm was cut off.

Purple Buddha ignored each other, behind the thunder wing vibration, instantaneous acceleration, rushing in the direction of the monk.

As she rushed forward, Purple clasped her knife sheath in her hand and her eyes stared dead at Munan.

“Whoosh!”

Nearly at a transient speed, he came to the side of Munan, and the purple razor pulled out his sheath, a shining knife, and swept towards Munan.

The latter's face changed dramatically, and his forward figure stabilized and began to dodge at great speed.

The knife passed and a truncated sleeve robe broke, and Munan was shocked by a cold sweat.

The monks and the monkeys began to retreat and faced this situation, they knew they could not succeed.

“Boom!”

Muno arrived one step ahead of time next to the source of all things in Kankun. His eyes measured this extraordinary saint with some fierceness. Just as he was preparing to seal the saint's hand, Kankun's source suddenly shook, a powerful force scattered, and Muno's figure retreated.

The source of all things passed through each other's layer of energy blockade and then flew out two rays of light, which fell on the monks and monkeys and took them away.

So far, with the exception of Purple Pearl, everyone has entered the source of all things.

Purple herself, too, retreated to the source of all things, but his figure was surrounded by others.

Three saints, a bunch of saints, plus a saint, seem troublesome.

“Let me show you today, the true power of the saints! ”

Looking at these people, Purple laughed coldly and changed a few marks in his hand.

“Boom!”

Beside him, everything was utterly violent, and a deafening beast roar came out of it, as if it were sealed with an extinct beast.

Immediately thereafter, flames like magma erupted from the mouth, carrying hot, hot temperatures and swept away in all directions.

“Damn it! ”

Feeling the terrible temperatures in this flame, the faces of the three holy kings have also changed markedly. As for the saints, they have long had experience, and the unsatisfactory sights have gone far away.

Terrible heat, sustained for several breaths, scattered, and the shapes of the three holy kings flushed out of it, but the purple shadows were no longer visible.

“There it is! ”

A saint suddenly pointed to a ray of light in the distance.

“Chase!”

Without showing weakness, the Holy King chased forward, and if they really let each other escape, their Holt family's face would be lost.

On the way forward, Su Mengyao reappeared, and she was ready to open the passage for Ziqiao.

Zizheng, on the other hand, is holding Kun Kun everything. During this period of time, he will guard Su Mengyao.