Thunder Martial

A real blade, thin as a cicada wing, small and agile, flew out of the light, in countless cheers, poof fell into the eyebrows of the head man.

The other person's pupils widened, the blood dripped down his eyebrows, his tall body fell backwards, and his livelihood flowed fast.

So much so that everyone was stunned.

“Be careful, there are organs ahead! ”

The sound of the ink, coming from behind.

“Organ? No, it's gone. Congratulations on opening the mine. ”

An indifferent voice, coming from the front, walks out of a man in that infinite light.

Everyone stared wide and looked forward.

After walking out of the light, they saw a man.

It's a young man.

It's Zi Chen!

“Zi Chen, it's you! ”

Seeing each other for a moment, the ink lost its voice and its face was incredible.

Zizheng is in Xiancheng, it has disappeared for more than ten days. If you do not see the other party come here, the ink will be relieved and you will no longer care about the other party.

Who ever thought this guy actually came out of there.

Wu!

The lightning rays flashed next to the purple rays, and it was the Holy Spirit flying knife that the stone knife manifested, like lightning bolts, that swam forward.

Poop's voice kept ringing.

“No!”

The ink shouted, the calm expression was long gone, and the colour of the face appeared.

None of these people are high, but they are trained by death row thieves, extremely precious and 100% trusted loyal subordinates.

But at the moment, Zijuan is actually massacring them.

Under the Holy Spirit flying knife, one person after another dies.

They are all holy spirits, but the boundaries are low, and there is no room for resistance in front of purple.

Between the eyes, those kung fu in the ink eye, is a complete death.

A little Holy Spirit flying knife has swept away all enemies in front of it.

“You want to die! ”

By the time Six Less Reactions arrived and rushed towards Purple, the matrix master had died.

Purple stepped forward, the surrounding atmosphere released, one hand shot.

With a loud bang, the purple thread did not move, and the six youngest flied out backwards.

“In a few years, how come your strength hasn't grown at all? ”

Sweeping a flickering six-month glance, Purple looked at the ink and said lightly: “How do you feel now? ”

The ink stared at the purple body, where the light sparkled, all untapped soul crystals, shaking people's eyes.

With so many soul crystals, once you bring them back, you will surely be able to raise the overall strength of the Dead Star Thief by a few more large steps.

Until then, however, he had to deal with Zi Xian.

“Don't look, I'm the only one this time. ”

Purple eyes, gradually getting cold, "What you took from me, now I naturally have to take it back by myself! ”

“In that case, then don't blame me for being impolite. ”

And the ink said, "Next, enjoy the gift I brought you. ”

As the ink waves, the space here begins to distort, followed by one figure after another.

Fifteen people, all six star Holy Spirit.

They were all dressed in black robes, with their entire faces covered in black robes, with a strong and dangerous aura.

Obviously, all of this practiced the existence of the Blackjack method.

Purple gaze, passing from the crowd, perceiving their aura, the corner of the mouth spreads with disdain, “District Six Star, you seem to look down on me. ”

The voice fell and the purple vanished.

Saint Thunder Nine Flashes!

It was like a lightning that could move instantly, purple in front of the first six-star Holy Spirit, his demonic knife reproduced in his hand, pulling the knife out of his sheath.

When the shining knife flashed in front of the six-star Holy Spirit, the purple figure disappeared.

The Holy Spirit stood on the spot.

The knife flashed more than a dozen times, and Zijuan restarted where he was standing.

Around him, a dozen six-star Holy Spirits, all standing motionless, as if rated.

The next moment, their bodies began to disappear, leaving nothing but a pure black energy.

The ink glanced at the six less, the other hand stamped, only saw the light of power appearing, and flew toward the six less, and did not enter his body.

His aura, starting to grow.

Though I had long guessed that this power was different, I saw with my own eyes that the six fewer people devoured it. Purple pupils shrunk coldly and coldly said: "Looks like you are cultivating food for yourselves using the black method? ”

"Not all of them," said the ink. "Some people are extraordinary, and we'll still nurture him. ”

As the voice drops, another person descends into the space, or the six-star Holy Spirit, this time with twenty people.

With so many six-star Holy Spirits, and each mastering a black magic that is comparable to the spirit extinguishing technique, the power is naturally amazing.

But it's only a matter of twenty knives for the six-star purple rays that have now arrived as well.

Twenty knives.

Twenty knives!

The Devil's Blade sheathed twenty times, not more than once, not less than once.

Six Minorities swallowed that energy again, and its boundaries grew again, infinitely approaching seven stars.

Perceiving each other's boundaries, Purple said: “Looks like we're still missing the line? Do you still have ashes for doors? ”

The ink shook the head and said: "No, the next thing you see, it's all warriors! ”

The light flashed and a seven-star Holy Spirit arrived here.

Over time, the rules of this immortal domain have been suppressed, and it is now possible to bring in the Seven Star Holy Spirit through the transmission formation.

At that time, when Zizhu went deep, he warned that he had seen it with his own eyes.

Looking at the seven-star Holy Spirit, Purple Cold said: “I have killed a lot of seven-star Holy Spirits, but they will extinguish the spiritual skills, it seems I have never killed them. ”

Ink reaches out and says, "Now is your chance. ”

Purple knows that they don't care about the life or death of a seven-star Holy Spirit, because the spiritual crystalline vein is more precious than the life or death of an individual.

But at the moment, he does want someone to verify his current combat strength.

He put away his knife, looked ahead, a strong and overwhelming pressure, and emerged from his surroundings.

Sensing the pressure coming from the face, the complexion of the ink slightly changed, whispered: “Don't be careless, this person is the number one threat. ”

The Seven-Star Holy Spirit snorted coldly and burst out with the power of darkness, a breath belonging to the spirit extinguishing technique, bursting out, resisting the pressure of purple.

“Black Peak! ”

Sealed in the hands of the Seven-Star Holy Spirit, the power of the Black Spirit gushed out of his surroundings and converged forward, turning into a giant black mountain peak.

This is the spirit extinguishing technique. When Zijuan first met him, he was greatly shocked.

At the moment, this aura of dementia is no longer a threat to him.

He stretched out his hand, his palms lit with lightning, countless thunderbolts raging, and there seemed to be flames in the shadows.

Ancient thunder flame.

With the emergence of this aura, an ancient aura, like a dust seal for many years, descended from the sky to the world.

Originally, the pressure on Zixuan's body was even stronger by a few points.

Under this pressure, the Black Peak does not seem to be stable anymore.

Zi Zheng's palm fell.

Like a palm knife forward.

With countless loads of time apart, the resurgence of upper Gu Leitis seems to herald the beginning of a new era.