Thunder Martial

Half-step grand holy aura, completely unleashed, like a vortex that extends out, is becoming more and more powerful.

The monks around them, their faces changed dramatically, and they backed out.

The boy next to the elderly remains unaffected. He opened his arms in his arms and walked away consciously.

Obviously, he couldn't stay here for the rest of the fight.

A large part of this fuzzy aura locks in the purple, making the purple feel stressed.

But this pressure has not yet reached the point where he is unable to move his body. Half-step grand saints, also known as grand saints, are indeed much weaker from the true grand saints.

There is no need to use the power of the Holy King at all. Purple can resist this scent.

The brilliant golden light was released from his body and then forcibly diffused, leaving the purple circle within dozens of meters, without air machine pressure.

“Some sense!” The old man smiled coldly, stretching out his palms and patting towards the purple claw ahead.

On his palm imprint, he gathered the power of the holy king, who hid the power of the great saint.

Half-step grand holy, though less than true grand holy, can still mobilize a hint of grand holy power.

Even though it is only a hint, it is stronger than too many Saint Kings.

The energy that comes out of these palms condenses into an energy palm in front of it, toward the purple. As the palm print moves forward, the palm print is also expanding, and by the time it reaches the front of the purple, the palm print is already able to cover the purple body.

Faced with this palm, Purple's expression remained unchanged, his right hand held his fist and punched forward.

This fist emits a dazzling golden light, powerful and intense.

After the old man saw the purple punch, he laughed sarcastically. He was a blow from the peak of the Holy King. How could the District Saint resist a punch?

Everyone else backed off again around the perimeter and stared nervously at the field for the ensuing collision.

“Boom!”

The fists collided and burst into shock, an energy fluctuation visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

The monks, who had retreated a long distance, were caught up in the energy fluctuations that followed and flew out with their bodies rolled upside down.

Some buildings in the distance, too, began to shake under this fluctuation, and then one or two shops went unsupported, falling apart and spilling countless dust.

Above the battlefield, the energy raged, and the purple body swayed with black robes.

The half-step attack had dissipated, and he stood still, blocking the powerful blow.

The old man's eyes slightly squinted as he watched the black hair fly purple, and it was quite unexpected that the other party blocked himself from this blow intact.

Afterwards, the purple blossoms were felt, and the elderly disappeared.

The next moment, his surrounding energy began to pour wildly, as if it had been subjected to a powerful squeeze that had become disruptive.

The old man appeared before him, along with one of them, with a flashing fist.

This is a half-step punch of great holy power, carrying a terrible amount of power, a gushing tsunami in the air, the space constantly distorting and seemingly breaking at any moment.

In the face of such a blow, the purple colour changed slightly and the golden glow sparkled, also a punch went out.

“Puff!”

Two fists collided and the energy shook, but this time it did not form a ripple diffusion and all the energy was in a state of convergence.

This restraint also adds to the power it bears for its own claims.

So Purple began to retreat after this punch, and he retreated every step of the way, trembling on the ground beneath his feet, and a powerful force passed through his body into the earth.

As a result, he took more than a dozen steps back in a row before stabilizing himself.

Looking ahead, that half-step saint is five steps backwards.

Hold on to the big holy figure, the accidents in his eyes became amazing. In his old eyes, he immediately flashed a chill, shaking like a green smoke disappeared.

This time, the speed of each other is faster than before, and it reaches the front of the purple.

But this attack is no longer a fist, but a finger, like a sword out of its sheath, towards the heart of a purple frown.

“Buzz!”

Faced with this blow, the purple body, the energy surge, the black robe dance, he did not choose to use his fists, but blocked his eyebrows with his palms.

Palms in front, palms in back, blocked in front.

At the same time, on the palm of his hand, there was also a surge of power belonging to the Holy King, and the Holy King's repression spread.

Purple Realm Revealed At This Moment!

Don't look at the old man as just a finger attack, but he is the strongest of the three strikes, and Zijuan must be valued.

“Pfft!”

Fingerprints like swords forward, very easily cut open the purple King's defense and then lit on the purple palm. Only the skin of his palm, slightly shattered, appeared with one finger hole in the center of his palm.

The energy surged wildly, the fierce breath scattered, and after the palm was broken, the old man felt his blow, as if he had encountered the world's strongest substance, creating a strong anti-seismic force.

“Boom!”

A shock struck him, his figure retracted, and the purple stood still.

He retracted his palm, which was blocked in front of him, and then held his fist, and in the stitches of his fingers, blood escaped.

When he stood still, he easily blocked the old man's strongest third blow.

After this blow, the old man seemed to pay a considerable price and looked older.

He restarted his left cane, gauging purple with his cloudy eyes, nodded and said: "Three moves have passed, you win. ”

The red-toothed boy ran from the crowd and held the old man back again.

The old man did not say anything more, slowly turned around, rickety back, under the help of the boy to prepare to leave.

Purple looked behind the old man and said: "Old man, what you lack is not a holy soldier, but an opportunity. ”

The old man stopped walking and looked back at the purple.

Purple continued: "Even if you have a saint, you won't be fine. What you need is an opportunity to become a great saint. If you are promoted to the Holy See, you will still have endless lives. ”

“On the brink of the Great Sage?” The old man smiled and smiled too bitterly, "Is there such an opportunity in this star path? ”

“Of course not, but I know a place.” Zijuan looked at the old man and said.

The old man's cloudy eyes flashed a bright light, as if he saw hope, and asked: “Where is that place? ”

Zi Zhen smiled and smiled without saying anything.

The light in the old man's eyes disappeared and he looked at the purple calm and said, “What do I need to do? ”

“Old man, follow me to the lobby!” The invitation was extended and the previously broken palms were fully restored at this moment.

The old man, knowing that his blow contained a little holy power, was surprised to see that the pupil was also shrinking after the scene, and the other party recovered at a speed.

“Let's go.” Without much thought, the old man follows Purple.

As a half-step grand saint, if he insists on leaving, who can stop him in this world?

So he's not worried that Purple is trying to hurt him!

Soon, however, the elderly discovered how ridiculous their thoughts were. It may be true that half-step grand saints can traverse planetary paths, but this scope definitely does not include the Star of Sin.

Just as Purple arrived in the lobby, it was an unexpected discovery, sitting there with a middle-aged man, drinking tea at leisure.

After being stunned, he asked surprisingly, "Senior, what are you doing here? ”

The elderly man, who then came, also found the middle-aged man, whose pupils narrowed, his air engine flowed naturally, standing at the door and watching the middle-aged man with vigilance.

The middle-aged man dropped his teacup and glanced at the old man without any change in expression, then he looked at Purple and said: “Injunction told us something, but there was a lot of insight he didn't know, so I came all the way here. ”

Then he looked at Purple with admiration and said, "In a short time, you're good to have such strength. ”

This refers to the three tactics just fought between the two sides, the purple block was very relaxed, obviously by then he had come.

“What insider?” Zizhen asked, curious about this.

“It's about that place, although the quotas are limitless, but you can't give them away!” The middle-aged man said he was naturally a thunderous beast from the Battle Martial Continent.

“Why?” Zijuan seemed very confused.

“Because of your identity!” Thunderbeast says: "We may be free to promise, but you can't. It's a big deal, it's a rare opportunity, and as for the real reason, you'll naturally know. ”

“It would be hard for us to survive this battle without a spot!” Zijuan said with an embarrassing face.

“Not to give, but to give as little as possible!” Thunderous Holy Beast said.

When the two spoke, the old man who stood at the door was completely ignored, and the latter stood there with the boy, like two pillars, motionless.

If you really want to see what's on the other person's face, it's on the other person's face that's full of wrinkles, and at this point, it's full of cold sweat.

Thunder Beast continues: "This scale requires you to pick up the pinch, but give it as little as possible, especially those forces that are not good for us. ”

Purple nodded and hostile forces were not in his mind.

What only puzzles him at this moment is what does his identity matter to the Temple of Thunder?

Is this about opportunity?

But Yinzhong Dasheng Ming Ming said that even Dasheng would die completely, and anyone who wanted to die could put it in there.

Thundering Grand Saint looked at Purple and smiled, then took the teacup and drank all the tea from it. When he put the cup down, his body disappeared into the hall empty-handed.

Apparently he's gone.

Purple stood there, frowned and pondered.

A moment later, the old man's voice sounded and interrupted the purple thought, "That senior just now...? ”

“That's right, he's the Great Sage! ”

Purple nodded, then said: "Leave him alone, let's talk about the opportunity first. ”

I don't want to be inconvenient. As for this quota, he must give it because the old man is powerful enough and needs it very much.