Thunder Martial

The palm knife moved forward, and the force of thunder wrapped around it, falling on the Black Peak.

Silently and silently.

Black Peak is penetrated directly by a palm knife.

The palm knife, gathered by the upper palm thunder flame, continues forward and turns to approach.

Wum!

Around the seven stars of the Holy Spirit, appeared the power of the Black Spirit, forming a defense.

You can see the horrified look of the Seven Stars Holy Spirit through the defensive shield.

The bang broke, the mask broke, the palm knife fell and swept past each other's body.

The bloodstains of red, overflowing from the eyebrows of the Seven Stars Holy Spirit, draw a fine red line.

The ancient aura has disappeared and everything has returned to normal.

Ink sobered from the shock, and he turned his head and looked around, as if an ancient beast had suddenly appeared in his senses.

Good, just hallucinating.

At this point, only the body of the seven stars in front of the Holy Spirit is disappearing and turning into countless light points.

At his heart, there's a black energy, and it's growing.

Seven Stars Holy Spirit is dead.

Once again, the ink stared at Purple Spirit. It was incredible in his eyes. He knew that Purple Spirit was strong, and he knew that a seven-star Holy Spirit in the district could not hold him back at all.

But he had no idea that Zixuan was so powerful.

The Seven-Star Holy Spirit, who holds the power of black, was killed instantly.

“Stop hiding. I can't see him anymore. ”

Six less voices, a little more anxious, "I felt the breath of death in that moment earlier. He's getting stronger! ”

Ink deeply looked at the purple glance, the expression got complicated again, then waved.

With ten seven-star Holy Spirits appearing, they were all covered in black robes, and the smell of their surroundings was even scarier than the seven stars that had previously died.

“Formation! ”

Along with the icy sound of the ink, only ten people were seen quickly dispersed and surrounded by purple.

Then, the power of the ten blackheads, rushing out of their heads, converging in the sky, eventually turned into a black matrix.

A murderous aura, coming out of the map.

When we saw the kill formation, the ink finally relieved and said easily: "Well, we should go inside and see. ”

When he finished, he walked forward.

Just a few steps later, he noticed that Six Less had not moved, and the ink turned its head and said, “Why, are you still upset? Do you think a six-star could break through this? ”

Six fewer people are well aware of the origin of this method of formation, not only ten people joined together, but also consumed the life force of ten people during the period.

This array is like a spirit extinguishing technique, it exists specifically for the spiritual clan, called the Black Slaughter Spirit Array.

The intention is very clear: every spiritual race that enters the place has nothing but the fate of being massacred.

Though it is very clear that the strength of this array and it is also determined that purple is not possible to break out of the array, somehow, there is always a sense of unease in the six less hearts.

Especially after Zijuan had previously used the Palm Knife, it was like encountering a natural enemy.

This feeling is ridiculous, because he possesses the purest spiritual extinction technique and is itself a star of all spiritual clans.

The formation of the ten surprised Zixuan, who thought they would choose to surround him.

In the moment of formation, there was terrible pressure all around.

The space here seems to become incredibly viscous, limiting purple movement as if it were in a swamp.

This method of formation is clearly similar to a certain field.

Whistle!

Around the purple body, the light blossomed, and the power of upper paleothyritis was excited by him.

Numerous thunder flashes filled the body, sparkling, and earlier pressures dissolved instantly.

The discomfort disappeared.

Ten people started stamping and the movement was consistent.

Whoa!

There was a whizzing sound, seen in the map above, dropping a black sword.

As if traveling through space, carrying a spirit of extinction, it instantly arrived in front of the purple clay.

This sword, more horrible than the previous Black Peak.

Seeing a fallen sword, Purple smiled slightly.

Fist grip, strike.

The power of thunder flames, fluttering on the fist.

Puff

The black sword exploded instantly, turning into black light that dissipated and could not be hit at all.

Across the slaughterhouse, looking at the pride that appeared on the purple face, the corners of the toner's mouth sprinkled with disdain, “Idiot, this is just the beginning. ”

whoosh! whoosh! whoosh!...

More black swords appeared, like the rain of a sword, each with the same breath as before, descending from the sky.

Between moments, the purple rays were submerged by countless swordlights, and the entire slaughterhouse was entirely dominated by black, with no more light of thunder.

“Dead? ”

Seeing no movement in the front, the ink frowned slightly, "This is too much to beat, I didn't mean to kill you. Because you're still very useful to us. ”

Boom!

A huge earthquake burst out and a powerful wave burst out where the swords converged, only countless black swords flew backwards and lasered around, shattering after touching the barrier.

Purple stood there, surrounded by the force of thunder, the light still shined, without any damage.

The ten seven-star Holy Spirit who controlled the killing line became a little pale after countless swords exploded.

Every attack in the Slaughter Spirit Formation is driven by their life force to congeal themselves out of darkness.

The return of these attacks without success heralds their vitality and their unfounded passage.

“Looks like he's a little more resistant than we thought, so don't give up. ”

The ink that had originally been intended to go deep was clearly no longer intended to go, but rather decided to look first at the outcome of the war.

After all, it has been so long since the rest of the Saint Ray tribe has appeared, which proves that only Zixuan came to this place alone.

Ten 7-star Holy Spirit votes have been printed again, and this time their vitality has clearly begun to dramatically flow.

The immediate effect of this situation is that there is an extra dragon in the field.

The dragon was born with wings, obviously a magical dragon, and the moment it appeared, it rushed towards the purple dragon.

Swallow.

The ink patted him on the forehead and he couldn't bear to look directly at him. “Don't really kill him if you keep him alive. ”

As the voice fell, the belly of the dragon began to swell, as if it had devoured a mountain peak.

Demon Dragon began to struggle painfully, the face of the ten seven-star Holy Spirit grew paler and paler.

The expression of the ink drama then graded, looking at the demon dragon's growing abdomen, the look began to change.

With a loud bang, countless forces of thunder poured out, the Demon Dragon burst out with a painful roar.

Ten Holy Spirit Qi coughed blood, face pale as paper.

The purple figure appeared, still intact, and he looked at the ten seven-star Holy Spirits and said: "Though it is a good way to die, in order to show enough respect for you ash fighters, I decided that the church was at war with you. ”

Demon knife reproduction in hand.

instant sheathing.

Blade light flickers.

A glittering knife arc fell into nothingness.

Slaughter Spirit Array broke.