Thunder Martial

Pfft! Pfft!...

The thunderous charm is broken one after the other, forming a powerful energy that falls from the sky, like a flood pouring down.

There were occasional heavenly arms during this period.

It's just these falling attacks, as if the mud ox were entering the sea and falling into the vortex of soul power, without even stirring a single ripple.

Purple's expression became more concentrated, and then he heard a hissing, a colossal creature appearing from the air.

It was a giant python, sparkling with lightning, nearly a hundred feet in size, circling in the air.

Terrible pressure, spreading from the psychic python, like a storm of pressure, others perceived the pressure, their faces changed dramatically and looked to the sky.

Python circled in the air and the clouds rolled over his head, while one or two thunderbolts fell and shook the scene.

Python raised his head and sighed again. He saw the clouds and thunder in the sky and immediately dispersed.

The great sight disappeared, except for the Python, which seemed to proclaim its immortality.

This is the first time Zixuan has seen such a saintly charm, in addition to the vigilance that his heart deserves, it is more than just a shock.

Can such a holy charm be presented in a holy charm?

But he was not afraid, either. Instead, he said to the three people behind him, "Five of them will be yours. ”

Zizhen has already perceived that the reality of the soul called Munitang is not as specialized in restraining him as Xuan Ammonia said. At present, he has not broken free of the ghost formation.

And by then, the ghost had entered his sea of awareness.

Pfft, pfft! Pfft...

Like a broken crystal, a holy symbol in the sky, all exploded in an instant, but all the thunderstorms and heavenly holy arms appeared with it, whistling towards the python.

In the blink of an eye, the python was submerged by many attacks, just as the four people in the purple line had been bombed by the Holy Charm.

Xuan Ammonia's expression is still calm, no wave, and doesn't seem to worry about Python at all.

Strong voices of breaking sky sounded, in the center of the concentration of soul power, a python broke out, extinguishing the surrounding power, sweeping towards the purple below.

Boom!

The earth roared, a great fracture extending into a deep pit in the distance.

Violet dodged to the distance, and the light appeared in front of him. It was the holy symbol he had accumulated during that time, moving forward.

Python came in the sky, past it, the trees were shattered, and the breath of mighty power swept in the sky.

Those hallowed symbols didn't work at all for Python, as if they were completely immune.

Watching this scene, the purple expression became more and more concentrated, and Xuan Ammonia laughed out loud: “It seems that without those kids, you're nothing. But think about it. It's a difference. How can you be my opponent in a world with such a wide gap? ”

Purple remains silent and constantly retreats. This is the first time that he has taught the true state of his soul. Indeed, it is terrifying.

Even in the purple heart, consider this to be the true saint charm.

Python chased behind, with a very strong threat, and the trees broke through.

He opened his mouth and made a howling noise, his purple face suddenly changed, his figure suddenly turned and crossed away.

A huge thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed in the original purple standing place, sounding out loud.

Not only was the python physically aggressive, but it was able to use thunder, making it seem unusual.

Looking at the wolf retreating purple, Xuan Ammonia couldn't help laughing coldly. At present, in his view, purple purple purple is not quite the same as rumours, and seems a little too weak.

But when you think about it, Xuan Ammonia is understandable, because this is a world of soul power, which can only be attacked by soul power and cannot mobilize energy.

Such as purple and powerful flesh, and pure thunder power, cannot be displayed here.

At this time, Zijuan has retreated into the original deep pit, Xuan Ammonia laughed: “I will beat you to death wherever you come from. ”

Purple fell into the deep pit, making a fluttering sound, and Python chased after him.

Xuan Ammonia shook his head and stopped paying attention to Zixuan. He looked to the rear, where the battle had taken place. In three to five cases, the people on the side of Zixuan actually occupied the upper wind.

During this period, Xuan Ammonia took a deliberate look at the mountains and the little mutts. One of the two was a person requested by the Ghost King, but it was not clear which one it was.

All of a sudden, his expression changed slightly, and it seemed that the python hunting the purple was quiet.

He immediately looked in the direction of the pit.

A scream of a powerful ghost suddenly sounded, the tail of the python killed into the deep pit, suddenly flied out, smashed on the ground, smashed several ancient trees, his belly facing up.

Xuan Ammonia's face changed, and when a look appeared, how could Purple Python be the opponent of Python?

At this point, only a huge black shadow appeared, like a kid who had magnified countless times, bigger than a python, jumped out of the pit and went towards the python to slay.

Two colossal monsters fought together.

“Damn it! ”

Looking at the two beasts, Xuan Ammonia's face flashed with a strong flash, this scene he did not anticipate.

At this point, only the purple plucked from the pit, his face was just a little pale, and there were no other injuries.

“Also, today I will completely destroy you with the power of my soul! ”

The momentum around Xuan Ammonia began to surge, and the pressure of the real state of the soul once again appeared, swept away towards the purple.

In the face of this pressure, the only thing in purple eyes is cold.

Xuan Ammonia rushed over, under the powerful power of the reality of the soul, he palmed forward, countless spiritual forces wrapped around the palm of his hand.

The wind blew, curling his long purple hair, his eyes became colder, the wind stormed, and he punched out.

No soul technique, just pure soul power.

Two fists met, huge earthquakes erupted, powerful forces collided hard together, countless deciduous leaf dances.

Xuan Ammonia's figure was just a shake, and the sky backed off a few steps, while the purple flew directly out of dozens of lengths. By the time he stabilized his body, his mouth had spilled blood.

“Yo, he's not dead? I wonder how many more you can hold on to? ”

Looking at the bloody purple in the corner of his mouth, Xuan Ammonia laughed coldly.

The gap in the realm filled him with confidence!

Purple wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said: "This is your strength, that's all. ”

The voice fell and Zi Zheng proactively rushed forward. This time his eyes were more fierce and at the same time more confident.

Looking at the purple flush, Xuan Ammonia's expression was still full of disdain, "Something dead and alive! ”

Still a palm, even slightly more powerful than before.

And Zixuan is also a punch, as powerful as before.

This makes Xuan Ammonia even more proud, believing that such an attack, with so many times, would kill him with a shock.

The thought of Zijuan being beaten to death by such a handful made him happy in his heart.

When the two attacks were about to meet, Xuan Ammonia felt acutely that the spirit power contained in the purple fist seemed to surge suddenly, and that was not a terrible fist, and instantly became horrified.

Between the secrets, he seemed to hear an icy voice coming into his mind.

Shake your soul!

The two attacks met there, forming destructive waves and spreading.

This time, it's not purple anymore.

It's Xuan Ammonia.

Halfway through the air, there was blood spilling and an arc was drawn.