Thunder Martial

The last time he got his thunder body out, Zijuan had seven meatballs, ranging from seven to eight, and he had used it for over a hundred years.

In addition to refining many of the inner danes, it also refined decades of thunderbolts, consuming enormously.

Of course, the increase in combat power is also remarkable, much stronger than the seven-point armor.

At the same time, he is one step away from the world's nine strongest flesh bodies.

It's just too touching to consume.

He didn't dare to refine the thunderbolt anymore, for fear that others wouldn't break through enough.

The fleshly body broke into eight pints, purple did not immediately leave the world, but walked towards the depths of the world.

Others are still quietly refining the thunderbolts, and the purple stones are undisturbed.

Coming to this world because of all kinds of armor, so many techniques can not play the strongest power.

For example, purple fissures can easily kill the same level while on the outside.

All who are able to get here are God's 9th level, everyone is absolutely equal level, if placed outside, a fissure killing purple will almost destroy them all.

But not here.

There are custom armor, so much so that the power of Rift Kills is greatly diminished.

Now that he has arrived at the Eight Pints, he has come to the depths of the world to take some time to understand his combat skills in order to give him a stronger Armor Breaking Power.

For example, break down custom armor easily.

In this world, armor breaking is the key.

If you can break the armor, you can kill people.

His rift killing is a widespread method of attack that can kill enemies one lap at a time, thus clearly diminishing much power.

At this point, he was wondering how to put the Rift Kill attack to the ground.

Rift kills are the technique of space cutting and are naturally more powerful if they land at one point.

The hand flashed brilliantly and appeared with a sheath knife.

He pulled his sword out of his sheath and a blade of light swept away towards the distance.

This is a flat knife, purple and powerful enough to show in this realm.

The long knife falls on the sheath and the purple right hand falls on the sheath.

His thunder surged, and this time the rules besides energy were twisting, and those rules were all space-related.

The right hand forces, the long knife sheaths again, the space rule wraps around the blade and cuts forward.

Looking at the forward knife, Purple shook his head.

This knife is not weak because it is powerful in itself and has nothing to do with the power of space; rather, it is the means of space that are not fully displayed.

Pulp the knife once, and adjust the force of the rule after the hand.

He stood there, and the rules of space in the world revolved around his body.

Yin-Yang forces and the force of thunder wrapped around the body surface, he held the knife handle and pulled the knife again.

Above the blade, the knife wraps around.

This is his strongest move, when there are no space rules in place, and the use of power will diminish, as there is no effective integration between the two.

The long knife falls into the sheath and a black space crack appears, drawing a circle that extends around it.

It's a fissure, a widespread assassination technique.

All Purple Wang has to do is add the power of both, fuse together, and turn into one move.

Obviously, this is difficult, and Purple now needs to find a match.

With these two attacks, he used them once to see if he could find a match.

That's it. Time passes for years.

In another decade, the Divine Spirit did not return.

Once every 10 years, sometimes later, Purple didn't care.

Two years later, the split had not returned, and the purple brows were frowned upon.

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In this land of thunderbolts, the energy of God flows wildly between heaven and earth, revealing powerful attacks of all kinds.

Sometimes a divine energy beast flies away and blows up in the void.

Sometimes there is a sharp sword that rushes to the sky.

Numerous attacks are occurring in the heavens and the earth, and the roar continues to sound.

The attack was carried out by a group of god generals, most of whose realm was eight, occasionally seven, and none of the nine.

They gathered together, angry in the face, and bursting with killing machines.

“Stop! ”

“This time you will surely die! ”

“After many years, we finally found him again! ”

“Can't let him go! ”

They heard a roar and looked forward with indifference.

In front of them, a seven-point god will be fleeing. His fine armor is broken and broken. He has long lost its shine and utility, and he has several holes in his body, and his blood is spilling.

This is a couple of decades away, and this decade he didn't come back because he was being watched.

Not one or two, not a bunch, but a bunch of gods.

Apparently, over the decades, he has been so well-known that he has provoked so much anger.

Numerous nine-pints did not hesitate to strike him as a seven-picket, but the eight-picket did not care about this. They cared about thunder stone.

As long as they have thunder stones, they don't mind bullying seven.

But only after they started, did they realize that the seven pints were even stronger than imagined, and robbed them all.

As a result, more and more of the eight products were stolen, and eventually they formed an alliance and decided to join forces against the seven products.

Because they robbed each other for decades, they got countless thunderbolts, and they naturally looked at them and tried to snatch them back.

In a World War II, each other fled one by one, and their vitality exceeded their imagination.

Now that the other party's armor is broken and injured, the speed is still so fast.

But…

An eight-point god had a smile on his face. After so many years of hunting, they had already had experience and naturally knew what to do.

Only in a few other directions, the other eight grades appeared, and they were very fast, surrounding themselves.

Everyone had a satisfied smile on their faces, and for decades they had finally surrounded themselves.

The other side also seemed to know what their fate was, but instead stopped running.

The long gun in his hand was fractured, apparently reaching the edge of the explosion.

“Run? Why didn't you run away? ”

An eight-point stare at the Seven Pint Gods will calmly say.

Looking at the eight pints, he smiled and said, "I'm not running, wait for you. ”

“That's when you can't escape! ”

Eight pints coldly said.

At this moment, other people are moving forward, walking in front of them are eight, and they are all bursting with uncovered killing machines.

“Run, we'll watch you run!” Another eight gods will speak coldly.

He shook his head and said sincerely: "No running, thank you for bringing me Thunderstone. Most of you are strange faces. You believe you have a lot of thunderbolts on you? ”

After listening to these eight pints, he was exhilarated. This guy was seriously injured and was dying soon. He dared not to be ashamed.

However, without waiting for them to say anything, only a whirlpool emerged in front of the seven-piece, coming out of the whirlpool alone.