Thunder Martial

Getting the only thunderbolt knife is naturally a joy.

But without waiting for Purple to express his excitement, he saw a majestic thunderous beast fall and stared at him.

The giant beast, he looked very familiar and very familiar.

It is the thunderous beast that reveals itself.

He's his friend, his elder, and his guide on the way!

But the thunderous beast of the moment, its life, is clearly disappearing.

What's going on here?

Thunderbolt Saint Beast is dead?

After two breaths of stunner, Purple suddenly reacted, behind the thunder wing vibrated, and the figure disappeared from the spot.

While the Thunder Beast had not fallen, he appeared beside him and still looked incredibly into the eyes of the Thunder Beast.

This great saint is really dead?

The thunderous beast gradually lost its vitality. He saw the purple beast that had arrived. He had not been able to give him anything in time. There was only a smile of mercy in his eyes. Then his vitality was lost and his body was blown to the ground.

“Great... Great Saint?” He tried to call and naturally would not be answered.

Great Saint is really dead!

He slowly turned his head and saw a man standing in the sky, surrounded by colored light. It was he who killed Thunderbolt Holy Beast.

“Pseudo-god?” Purple softly said that there was no anger on his face.

Not without grief, he has not been able to recover from the fact that Thunderbolt Holy Beast died. His face is completely confused, and he doesn't really believe that this is happening.

“Damn ants! ”

He wasn't angry, but the other side got angry because he whispered a false god.

You know, of all the people he kills, everyone calls him a god in terror. Who dares call him a pseudo-god?

“Die! ”

Pseudo-gods punched Purple, pounding the fist of the power of God, quickly came, punched over Purple's chest, punched him out.

Flying purple, coughing out a breath of blood and rolling away after landing, the earth was littered with smoke and dust.

He took a blow, didn't hide.

“Huh?”

Looking at the man who flew far away, the pseudo-god shocked. The blow struck him with all his might, and he didn't die immediately or suffer any serious injuries.

You know, the other side took his powerful punch unprotectedly!

In addition to coughing blood, the violet aura remains strong and almost intact.

This is a real blow, this powerful blow finally awakens the purple punch completely. His face disappeared suddenly, showing sadness, and he remembered the little drip that had accompanied the thunderous beast.

In the beginning, he was only in the realm. He saw the severely injured thunderous beast... Then the thunderous beast took him to practice, during which he passed on his thunderous technique, saving him and in distress several times.

That time in Mirage City, if not for the appearance of Thunder Beast, there would be no purple present.

He's a good friend, a senior, a practicing guide!

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Thunder Beast fell there, lost his life, and is dead.

In addition to his grief, Purple's face revealed cold emotions, with Mori Cold Killer in his eyes, his gaze removed from the thunderous beast and fell on the pseudo god.

Somehow, seeing the cold eyes of mankind, the mind of the pseudo-god jumped and felt some kind of crisis.

And even though he shook his head, it was kind of ridiculous. He was just a holy king in the district. How could he do anything about it?

Purple stared at the pseudo-god. The anger in his heart had reached its extreme point. He held his fist and the thunder wing behind him vibrated.

“Whoosh!”

Like a thunder of lightning, he rushes toward a false god.

“To die! ”

Seeing the purple rush towards him, the pseudo-god sneered and slapped forward.

This is the Palm of the Undead, which has been seen many times in the middle of the city.

Although the fake god in front of him is going to be much stronger, it is still of little use to the purple blend of the complete celestial bones.

“You have to die!” Forward purple, full of killing machines in his eyes, full of hatred and grief in his face.

The pseudo-god looked at him with disdain and said, “If anger helps, I don't know how many times I've been killed by anger. But the truth is, anger can only make people lose their minds, it can only make you mortals die faster! ”

His expression was arrogant, proud and confident.

The hands of the exterminating gods fell, and the powerful breath swelled, and the power of God pervaded every place.

Forward flushing purple, black robes dancing, hair dancing.

He came to the palm of God and punched him.

The bright lights of thunder flashed on his fist and the fierce thunder flashed.

“Boom!”

His punch fell on the palm of the god, and a fierce burst of energy erupted, and the palm print broke open.

Purple body never stops, rushing forward in this fierce energy, going straight to the pseudo-god.

“What?”

The pseudo-god's confident and disdainful face looked very surprised after seeing the human punch destroy his attack.

At that moment, Purple hit him in the face and punched him in the head.

Still a thunderous punch, but at close range, this pseudo-god also truly felt the horrible energy contained in this punch.

His face changed dramatically, his hands held fists, blocked in front of him, a light shield formed by the power of God, to protect him in the midst.

This is the first time he has come to this world to choose defense, and also the first of all pseudo-gods to choose the existence of defense.

The pseudo god looked through the light shield of God at the purple, sparkling lightning, and mapped his hate expression a little bit.

The intense crisis that emerged from his heart forced him to formalize this little holy king.

Meanwhile, his mind had decided on his idea, and after avoiding this punch, he had to find a way to contact others and kill him forcefully.

“Boom!”

Purple fists fell on the light shield of God, causing a violent shock.

The whole heavens and the earth are trembling, the void is madly distorted, and the powerful energy is scattered in all directions.

The divine clan hidden in the mask was violently shaken, but his hands shook his fists dead and crossed in front of him, the divine power in his body, injecting wildly into the mask.

He had a bit of a nervous look earlier, and at this moment he also seemed a little soothed, because of this blow, he kind of blocked it.

Yet just as he looked up at Purple again, he saw the other party's still cold, still grumpy expression. Thundering raging, a stronger force, fell on the mask through the purple arms.

Ka!

There was a crack in the surface of his divine light shield.

“How is this possible? ”

His pupils shrunk and it seemed incredible for this suddenly strengthened force.

The cracks were spreading rapidly, exploding loudly.

At the moment the mask exploded, the heavens and the earth sounded a purple explosion, his fists went forward, with fierce thunder, and fell on the crossed fists of the pseudo-gods.

Only his fists were seen, bent rapidly, and the crisp bone fracture sounded.

Bent arms went towards his chest, and purple fists fell over the chest of the pseudo-god, while violent energy entered his body, causing a thunderous energy explosion in his body.

The pseudo-god's face turned wild, but could no longer bear to cough up blood directly, which was accompanied by pieces of gut.

His body flied out backwards and there was blood in the air.

“How can it be so? He's just the Holy King! ”

The inverted pseudo-god, full of horrors on his face, this punch, while failing to destroy his vitality, also caused him serious injuries, and the power of the running god in his body was greatly suppressed.

It will obviously take a short time to recover such injuries.

His body was still flying backwards, and his thoughts were moving fast, even thinking about leaving first, then bringing others to kill him.

“Die! ”

However, at this time, an indifferent voice sounded in his ear.

The light in his corner appeared on his side, seeing humans as if they were shifting instantly.

His pupils shrunk again, his hands unhesitatingly stamped, and the power of God in his body appeared like a chain, surrounded by him, forming a light shield again.

This shield's defense is a little stronger than before.

“Whoosh!”

His eyes were cold and purple, with a long sheath knife in his hand out of his sheath, and a shining knife flashed and swept towards the pseudo-god.

He is a complete holy knife, a weapon naturally born of the Star of Life, one of the most powerful saints in the world, arguably strong when confronted.

The knife fell on the mask, without a slight pause, and it was easy to cut the mask open and pass through the neck of the pseudo-god.

“Pfft!”

The divine blood collapsed and the head of the pseudo god left the body and flew upwards.

A powerful force from the Holy Knife poured into the sea of pseudo-godliness, destroying each other's livelihood.

The body of the pseudo-god fell to the ground and then remained motionless. The flying head, too, fell toward the earth and lost its life.

False God is dead!

The cold wind blew through and Purple stood there looking indifferently at the dead pseudo-god.

A moment later, he turned around and couldn't see the body of Thunderbeast.

“Why would a pseudo god attack a great saint? ”

Thunder Beast died, his heart still grieved, but he did not lose his mind.

Now that there is a false god here, there will never be one, and now that the Thunder Beast is in crisis, what about the others?

There was an anxious look on Purple's face.

He started worrying about other people.

So he stopped here and walked for a moment towards the place where the body of the thunderous beast disappeared, and then he accelerated his sweep towards the distance.

At the same time, his spirituality, held by the rules of the Temple of Thunder, is also a crazy extension to the distance.

He did not notice any abnormalities during this period and was somewhat comforted that it might have been just an accident.

But immediately, his philosophy was to search for a battle.

In that battle, a green dragon floating with a great holy breath fell towards the earth, and holy blood sprinkled between heaven and earth.

That's the Great Saint of the Blue Dragon.