Thunder Martial

Purple had avoided the blow of Saint Lund, and although the cost was still the breakdown of the energy shield stick, many people were astonished.

Saint Len didn't care at all and said sarcastically: "I forgot, you guys are good at shock fighting and running away. But I'm sitting in town today to see how many times you've escaped. Where are you going? ”

Purple said indifferently: "If you can do anything, do it. ”

His body surface, with its ripples and turbulence, he has maximized the power of shock fighting.

Again, Saint Len forwards, the power of the eruption of the holy martial arts, making his speed like a light, with a sword.

In front of Ziqian, the shield stick reappears.

A loud bang broke the shield stick.

Purple retreated again, and this time the explosive power of Saint Lund caused him some damage again.

Being able to match the shock fighting technique, it has to be said that holy fighting technique is a powerful technique.

Purple continued to retreat, ignoring the blood trail at the corner of his mouth.

Saint Lund came forward again.

Zi Chen retreated.

Retreat.

Festival defeated!

The city is already cheering, and many want to see the purple fall.

Brother Shanshan's face and others' faces are incredibly pale.

Even Brother Shanshan, full of confidence in Purple, has a worry in his eyes at this moment.

It was Ole, not so nervous, but relieved.

Wu Yude was somewhat surprised and asked: “Don't you worry about Purple Failure? ”

Ollie smiled slightly, and this was the first time Zijuan smiled after meeting Saint Lun, "Defeated? How is this possible? Shock fighting never loses to holy fighting! ”

Wu Yude's eyes became strange.

You know, in World War I, the stakes were huge, and it was precisely because of the defeat of the Young Master that the Holy Mountain Gambling House made it easy for the Lord.

Ollie knew Wu Yude didn't believe it, but he didn't care, continuing: "Now look at Purple and see what his expression changes. ”

Wu Yude looked at the purple pigeon in the picture again, but the purple pigeon kept retreating at the moment, and it seemed that there was no more force at all.

But Wu Yude was able to become the youngest manager of the Holy Mountain Gambling House. Of course, he would not be an ordinary person. He soon discovered the difference between the purple trees.

“Eyes, his eyes are still calm, calm eyes often represent calm, he hasn't lost his mind, like a leopard watching his prey all the time and waiting for a chance to strike! ”

Wu Yude said solemnly that this was the conclusion he had reached through his purple expression.

"The boy's enlightenment is really good," said Ollie, laughing. "The troubles he encountered on the road seem to have really sharpened him. Having this look proves that he has mastered the essence of the quiver technique, and then completing the jihadist technique is not a problem at all. ”

Wu Yude is naturally doubtful that if the holy art is such a good defeat, then the young master will not fail.

Just look at the young master's expression, very relaxed and confident. Is there anything else hidden about that time?

Looking back at the purple one time, Saint Len mocked and said, “Is this your shock fighting technique, also worthy of my holy fighting technique? I think you'd better let it go before it spoils our reputation. ”

Purple stood outside the Ten Lengths, erased the blood from the corner of his mouth and said softly: "Well, the test is over, let's divide the wins. ”

Not surprisingly, his words led to a mockery and laughter of Saint Len and a shriek in the city.

Brother Xushan's eyes shine as if he saw hope.

“Trial? With such a loud breath, you're dying, and you dare to talk to me shamelessly?” Saint Len scoffed with disdain.

Zijuan did not respond to each other, and the senseless clash of tongues had no meaning.

He put up a combat stance.

Sacred martial arts are powerful, but they are also extraordinary.

“To die! ”

Saint Lun regarded this action of purple as a provocation, so he sped forward and made another powerful blow.

This time, Zijuan didn't use a shield stick.

Instead, standing in place, watching Saint Lund go forward.

After many personal experiences, he already knows where the power of jihadist art comes from.

The explosive power of jihadist martial arts, only for what is touched, once it is not touched, then the explosive power naturally has no use.

As Saint Lun approached, the force of vibration around the purple body began to spin dramatically, forming numerous ripples that appeared around and beneath his feet.

Powerful breath came face to face, like a giant wave, lifting purple horns and hair.

Before the arrival of Saint Lund, a sword was cut off.

Ollie held her breath and saw if Purple could defeat, see if she could seize the moment.

At the foot of the purple feet, more ripples erupted, and these ripples seemed to have some resonance with the incoming air waves, causing his body to change direction at the moment when the sword was about to fall.

Looks like Purple was just moving, flashing, and it was extremely easy to avoid this sword of Saint Lum.

“This is the power of the earthquake, he really understood! ”

nervous oli, shouted excitedly.

Under the ripple shock, Purple came to Saint Lun's side and gently patted a palm, with countless ripple waves flowing out of his palm.

Saint Lund stood there without a shake, as if it were a painless attack.

He immediately took a sword and cut it across, and a sword mark crossed the side.

Purple's figure has disappeared to the other side of Saint Lund, another palm.

As in the past, it didn't seem to have any power and then disappeared again.

The Sword of Saint Lun has arrived again and still has not been cut into purple.

For the third time, Zixuan appeared at the side of Saint Lun, and the flighty attack was repeated.

This scene, like the Sword of Saint Lun in pursuit of Purple Lun, gives Purple Lun a good chance but fails to deal an effective fatal blow to Saint Lun.

Purple shapes tend to move over and over again, each time the hand is powerless, but even then, purple faces, at an extremely fast speed, become pale, as if some powerful technique was used, resulting in too much consumption.

Nobody knows why.

Only Olive.

At this moment, he, in addition to being excited, is more shocked in his heart, because Purple has made six attempts.

Of the six attacks that do not seem to have much power, each hit contains unlimited seismic power, and these forces must be hidden from immediate eruption.

It takes a lot of difficulty, but it's huge.

And as the number of times overlaps, the difficulty grows.

Of course, it's getting stronger and stronger.

Eight hits in the foot!

The aura of purple has become very weak and the speed has decreased dramatically.

Swordlight arrived, crossing his purple chest and tearing his black robe.

He retreated smoothly and looked pale as paper.

But his eyes were bright and his expression excited.

Because of his knockout technique, he reached another height.

He mastered the power of seismic power.

“Hmm, see how long you can last! ”

Holding a long sword, Saint Len pointed indifferently at Purple, and now he was attacked eight times without any damage.

And Zijuan just said a word, "Shock! ”

The power hidden in St. Len's body exploded across the board.