Thunder Martial

The battle is remarkable.

Because a hundred soldiers are here!

The cloud and rain swords are extremely famous, and the cloud and rain fields are well known to everyone.

Even though the previous battles were clearly reserved for Saint Lund, who did not use the clouds and rains, still suppressed the mighty mountains and blue orphan dreams.

And this time, Saint Lund used the realm of clouds and rain directly, and in the eyes of many, the battle was coming to an end.

Many of them in the city were angry at the existence of Saint Len before, and at this moment they have begun to celebrate in advance, to win, to make a huge fortune, and of course they are not stingy with their praises.

Many elderly people are also talking about the history and past of the Rain Sword to their younger generations around them.

Who knows, at this time, a purple gold light breaks through the clouds and rains, rushing up into the sky as if it were a purple gold flying pillar, standing between the heavens and the earth.

Saint Soldier Mountain is still shaking and countless Saint Soul soldiers bow to it.

Seeing that purple gold shadow, a lot of people's faces changed.

In Mirror Spirit's eyes, there was a light, and a shallow smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It was you. ”

The mountain lord of the four mountains was also slightly stunned, then thought.

The town was so noisy, I didn't know what had happened.

It took a long time for an old voice to sound, “Rumor has it, hundreds of years ago, there was a mysterious weapon that came to challenge the Rain Sword, but it didn't succeed. And that weapon, the glow of light, seemed to be the light of purple gold. ”

When the news came out, the noise came back. Did the weapon come back?

On Ziqian's body?

In the rainy clouds, the purple stared at the black long stick in his hand and stunned. At the previous moment, it seemed to contain countless anger. Almost two-thirds of the stripes around his body had lit up, making this black long stick completely turn into purple gold. One move through the rainy clouds.

But the price is not insignificant, and it consumes the power of purple.

At present, the light of purple gold is indefinite and long gone.

Purple lifted his head up and looked towards the sky. He looked around again, and countless clouds and rain gathered together, but did not dare to move forward at all.

And, at this moment, the emotions coming out of the long stick are very exciting.

This is the enemy of a lifetime, like Purple Buddha versus Upper Saint Lun.

Slightly stunned, unable to seize the opportunity to leave, only saw the purple gold stick over his head, converging rapidly, eventually re-covered by the clouds of rain.

The fog regrouped around them, and the light and rain appeared in them, with a heavy feeling.

Without the slightest frustration, however, knowing that the stick in his hand was extraordinary, he was confident that he would defeat Saint Lum here.

The clouds rolled and the rain dripped like an arrow rain, whirring towards the purple.

In front of the purple shield, the spiritual shield reappears.

He lifted his shield toward the sky and countless lights blossomed, with real curtains dropping, protecting the purple.

Arrow rain came, stirring countless ripples in defense.

Purple stood in the light, his eyes staring ahead and his mind was so focused.

The cloud fog in the eye belongs to a special power that isolates the purple sight and his soul power perception.

That's why the stick was forced to borrow before, tearing the space apart. This is a sign of purple, putting the battlefield outside, because in this rainy cloud, purple and it are both the losers.

But Zizhen doesn't care.

Or, knowing the extraordinary nature of the long stick, he decides to beat each other here.

The long stick was trembling slightly and the lines on it were also disillusioned, seemingly conveying some kind of message.

Purple whispered, "I don't know what the resentment is between you and that sword. What I'm trying to say is, you're not extraordinary. We don't need to be afraid. If we're going to win, we're going to win. We are here, in this cloudy realm, to defeat them completely! ”

Seems to understand the purple words, the long stick no longer trembles and the light on its surface becomes brighter.

At this moment, a sword broke out of the clouds and emerged from behind the purple rays.

Zizhen did not move, let the sword approach.

The clouds were blown open and the sword was blocked by a spiritual shield.

The light on the surface of the spiritual shield is changing and the protection it forms is distorting.

The Rain Sword disappeared.

It's like a covert snake, one strike backwards, giving no time for others to fight back.

At this moment in the city, I was relieved to see the purple gold stick disappear, the cloud rain reaches healing, and all those who bet on Saint Lund.

As long as the realm of cloud rain still exists, the Cloud Rain Sword is the strongest.

Because it is itself a holy soul soldier from Mount Saint Soldier, fighting in Mount Saint Soldier at this moment naturally also occupies an absolute home advantage.

“It should be the same weapon that was defeated in that year. I didn't expect to come back again. No wonder I couldn't see the baptism on one or two floors before. It seems that the visions that appeared in Saint Soldier's Mountain at the time of the battle between Purple Beast Mountain and the Arts of Tourism were not necessarily brought about by the accompanying spiritual shield. Perhaps it was the visions of the saints who perceived the return of the challengers of the year. ”

Outside the casino, an old man of unknown age shook his head and sighed: "But it's too impatient to challenge the Rain Sword. Over the years, it has lost its place, but the Rain Sword has been nurturing in the Holy Mountains until today, when it has recognised its Lord. Who is strong and weak, at a glance. ”

The audience around them nodded in agreement.

That purple golden stick was like a flower, and now the clouds of rain reigned over everything, and of course they believed that Saint Lund would be the final winner.

This time, big money, already nailed on board!

Although he was a little worried this time, he didn't say anything, because there were too many turns, and anything could happen before the last moment.

No one can see what is happening on the battlefield and can only wait slowly with their own guesses.

In the fog of the moment, the battle is unusually dangerous.

Purple Shield's light has been attacked several times, even if it is of exceptional quality, it is almost impossible to sustain.

Purple's right hand held the stick and still has not made a move.

Because he has not yet mastered the position of Saint Len.

However, he had begun to accumulate his strength, and the lines on the long stick in his hand lit up one by one, and in the luminous light, besides the swimming thunderbolt, sometimes a ray of purple gold appeared.

Again, swordlight carries the power of cloud fog in this area, unusually powerful and terrifying.

The bang, the shield defense was broken, the light above the shield instantly dimmed.

The spiritual shield was badly damaged, and the purple shield put it away.

If you use it again, you won't lose it.

This time, his entire body was no longer protected and exposed to clouds and rain.

Seeing this scene in secret, Saint Len unhesitatingly launched a new attack.

Perceived changes in airflow and surrounding fog, Purple closed his eyes.

Swordlight appeared beside the body, such as the viper that attacked, instantly approaching.

At the same time as feeling the sharp sword intent, Purple is to use the power of the shock to turn around and face the sword.

Pfft, the sword light has not reached, the sword power has pierced the purple chest.

Blood spurted.

Purple opened his eyes, his eyes cold and heartless, filled with a strong killing intent.

The sword quickly retreated and disappeared again into the clouds.

In the clouds and rains, Saint Lun takes advantage of the right game and naturally doesn't want to fight with Zijuan.

At that point, the purple open eyes shot.

More than two-thirds of the lines on the black stick in his hand lit up, and the whole stick turned purple gold.

The long stick began to tremble.

He went forward with a stick.

Stick up, stick down!

A clear purple gold stick appears between heaven and earth, like a blade that opens the sky, dividing the entire space directly into two parts.

A stick of broken space.

At the end of this space, exactly where Saint Lund is.

He backed away, stared wide, looked at the stick shadow approaching, and fell head-on.

loud bang sound.

Over the earth, there is an additional crack of thousands of feet.