Thunder Martial

The eyes of the minefield were filled with atrocities, the lights of thunder poured from around them, and the void space around them seemed to be shattered.

He came out of the realm of no rectangle stars, and the next moment he was forced into it.

What the rules of the star domain are, in his eyes, all void!

And suddenly another thunder fell down from the sky.

It is the second holy honor of the Saint Thunder clan, Ray Zheng.

“Thunderfield, you shouldn't have come.” Ray looked at the minefield and said indifferently.

“Who the hell are you to care about me? ”

In the eyes of Thunderfield, Sam cold-blooded, “Get out of here! ”

He quickly moved forward, punching towards Lei Zheng's front door.

Between moments, time and space seemed to be stationary, and the fists of a minefield were like a meteor, traveling fast in stationary space.

With a loud bang, the whole world is shaking, and Ray Zheng Holiness retreats from more than a hundred characters.

“Enough, Thunderfield! ”

Ray's face was full of anger, "Do you know what you're doing? ”

“If Zizheng dies, I will have you all buried in the Ray Zheng clan. Say, I don't know what I'm doing? ”

Lei Zheng's killing intent appeared in full substance and then evolved into a slaughter sword.

“You're crazy! ”

Ray Zheng's face changed dramatically, obviously using the slaughter sword of the minefield, but it is definitely not simple to say.

Whistle!

Spatial tremor of nothingness, the sword of slaughter blossomed with a glowing light and flew forward.

This formula seems to be fast and slow, and space seems to be stationary and accelerating, giving people a hallucinating feeling.

In fact, time and space at this moment are already confused.

Looking at the sword light not far from me, Ray Zheng Holy Hand, an extra light.

Huh?

The next moment, an attack erupted and a powerful fluctuation emerged in the void.

The sword of slaughter, which is still far away, has disappeared.

On the light shield in the hands of Lei Zheng Holiness, he added a deep cut, and his body was shocked by nearly 100 people.

Within this distance, there are countless spaces, that is, at this moment, the Holy Lord Lei Zheng does not know how many spaces have been repelled by the minefield, converted into a distance, not knowing how many thousands of miles.

“Enough, you and I are holy priests. You can't get over it. ”

Ray Zheng, holding the light shield, said indifferently.

“Just you tortoise shell, a few more beats and you can break it!” The sound of the thunderstorms is cold and the killing intent is not diminished.

“Thunderfield, I'll stop this nasty guy, you go save people! ”

At this moment, a naive voice sounded and saw only the sudden appearance of the spiritual ancestors, a playful and adorable little girl, but she was the holy dignity of the Saint Ray people.

“Okay!”

The lightning field disappeared and the surroundings of the spiritual ancestors released a green light, like a vine, crossing countless spaces and wrapping around towards the sanctity of Lei Zheng.

“Ling Jo, are you going to ruin my family's affairs? ”

Ray Zheng St. John was furious.

“What a big deal, we're just trying to keep Purple alive! ”

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A ripple arose, and the minefield felt a powerful force emerge, forcing him to rip him out of space.

His figure appeared, and Thunderfield looked at the person in front of him, and his anger appeared on his face, "You're really messing with me! ”

The man standing in front is the Thunder Seismographer, who calls himself the strongest of the Saint Ray tribe and is also the oldest being.

“After years of waiting, we need to come up with an answer.” Lei Zheng said.

“But not now! ”

“You're deliberately hurting him," said Thunderfield. ”

"Now that we know who he is, he is immortal, and even if his soul dies this time, there will be a way to be reborn. ”

“After rebirth, is he still purple?” Thunder Geology asks.

"He's no longer the purple of the year, and as the person he trusted the most, you should know that best. ”

“He is not what he used to be, but he has become more responsible to the Saint Ray, more like a man, what has he done this time for the Saint Ray? You should know that! He risked countless times for the Saint Ray in order to do as much as possible for the tribe. ”

"Even so, are you going to sacrifice him for an answer that doesn't exist at all? ”

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At the moment Purple Lost the Immortal King's Armor, his fate was doomed.

Zijuan is also ready to die in battle.

But apparently he didn't want to be killed just like that.

Many attacks fell on his body, with some more wounds on his mighty flesh.

Without the Immortal Gun, he still has the Devil's Blade!

Wum!

The knife came out of its sheath and turned into a sharp knife arc that swept forward.

Pfft! Pfft!...

Blood spilled, a human head took off high, accompanied by a running Holy Spirit.

Whoops

From the purple sea of awareness, a lightning bolt emerged, the Holy Spirit flying knife.

He was rapidly annihilating those fleeing souls.

Hualala!

Hundreds of St. Charms flew out, thunderous.

This is the last thunderous charm on him, five-star rating.

Countless roaring sounds and horrific thunderbolts swept the circle of thousands of feet, within which all Holy Spirits, including Purple Himself, suffered indiscriminate attacks.

Between thunder and thunder, the purple razor strikes again.

One knife after another.

Harvests the life of a Holy Spirit.

After the power of the thunderstorm disappeared, there was a Saint Charm flying out in front of Purple, the Heavenly Holy Arm, which turned into a giant arm, dancing forward.

In the meantime, two of them fell into the purple arms.

The hallowed symbol is gone at this moment.

The ground is full of corpses!

More Holy Spirits came to him to kill, and they were fearless!

Because you can be reborn when you die!

One attack after another, falling on the purple.

Heh, heh! ……

Purple's body, one wound after another, seemed to have been slowed down, and several places could even see the bones.

In the face of such severe pain, the purple face was unemotionally felt, the magic knife sheathed out, and a knife arced and swept forward.

More than a dozen Holy Spirits were beheaded.

Their fleeing souls were immediately destroyed by the Holy Spirit's Flying Knife.

Purple Buddha has been standing still for a long time now, not wanting, but powerless.

He didn't shy away, he just traded his life for it.

People in the distance see the movement very well, but they also know that the purple beam is already at the end of the crossbow and may fall at any moment.

Everyone has to admit that he is extremely powerful, but his opponents are far too numerous to kill.

He didn't die in battle, he was consumed by countless people!

It has to be said that this method of death is tedious.

Mr. Chung looked at the purple sword in front of him and looked at the other person who had still not fallen, and his indifferent expression fluctuated.

He was saddened and somewhat saddened that such an extraordinary existence had actually died under civil strife.

If it wasn't for the different positions between them, he really wanted to help each other.

“Go on, finish your mission. From today onwards, I have nothing to do with your Lei Zheng family. ”

Lei Zhenghong Tian walked forward without any gratitude to Mr. Zhong.

Because it's a deal, it's done now.

Meanwhile, Mr. Chung waved his hand.

Behind him, the mighty, who had never moved, immediately swept forward.

They crossed the purple sky and stood in a state of alert, looking cold at the crowd watching ahead.

Obviously, this is a precaution against the sudden help of someone with a heart.

At the same time, there are a few more strangers beside Ray and Ray, both of whom are locked in by the air.

Zijuan's knife is slowing down and no one can kill him anymore.

At this moment, he doesn't have a good skin, he's covered in blood, but he still stands tall.

In his hand, the Devil's Knife held tight and never gave up.

He's exhausted, his injuries have reached a limit, and death is just a matter of time.

At this moment, everyone stops and separates toward both sides.

Only Ray Zhenghong Tian came from the rear.

He looked at the purple of what had become a blood man and smiled coldly, "You didn't think? The last one to laugh, or me! ”

“Now, I'm sending you on the road! ”

Lei Zhenghong Tian walked toward Zixuan while preaching: “Rest assured, I will destroy all your souls at the first time. ”

Purple swing knife was cut off, but Lei Zhenghong Tian stretched out his left hand to easily block it. At this time, the blade could not do anything about him.

“You guys are finally dying, and all your harvests will be mine. ”

A short blade emitting a powerful soul breath, stabbed directly at the purple chest.

This is his killer clamp.

Breaking Soul Blade.

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ps: A few days earlier, October 1st restored two more.