Thunder Martial

The fracture extends thousands of feet and countless purple gold lights emerge from it.

Blood streaming purple in front of the chest, rising in the sky, the original purple golden long stick in the hand, the stripes on it have become dim again.

It turned into that common black truncheon, and it looked amazing.

And in front, dozens of feet away, Saint Lund stood over the crack, motionless.

In his hand, the rainstorm sword had been penetrated into the rift.

The whole city suddenly fell into silence.

No one understands exactly what happened.

Did Saint Lund win?

Or did Zi Chen win?

Some people feel bad when they see that Saint Lund has no weapon in his hand, but there is still hope deep in his heart.

They look forward to the victory of Saint Lund, or the victory of Saint Lund!

“Pfft!”

Halfway through the sky, purple coughed blood, his body began to fall, kneeling directly on one knee on the ground, and the extraordinary long stick fell aside.

In a quiet city, cheers are echoed.

Because Saint Len is still standing in the sky.

Purple coughed another breath of blood, then slowly stood up, the city's cheer also stopped, the whole city became quiet again.

“You lost. ”

Purple shouted, and the voice calmed down with a little indifference.

“This is impossible! ”

At last, Saint Len made a sound, and just as everyone felt that he had not fallen, and that there was hope of victory, there was constant blood spilling over his forehead, his body descending from the sky and falling into that huge crack.

His last breath of life dissipated with those words.

Saint Lund is dead!

Zi Chen is alive!

The victory or loss of this battle has been scored!

No more suspense, a cry in the city.

“This is impossible! ”

From Mount Holy Soul, there was an angry sound, coming from the Holy Radius, but nobody heard it.

Ollie stood there without talking, just smiling on his face, but could not hide it, and he was also very proud.

Because he picked the right person.

Zijuan finally became famous for his shock fighting technique.

“Young Master still has eyes. ”

Wu Yude had to send a single outcry. The battle was broken by a wave of 30%. I didn't expect that Purple Pearl would finally win.

Even the hundreds of cloud and rain swords have been defeated.

On the third floor of Saint Soldier's Mountain, Purple walked forward, came to the edge of the crack, looked down, he only saw the body of Saint Lun, the Hundred Soldiers Cloud Rain Sword had disappeared, somewhere.

He looked in the other direction, where a beast had passed away, fled to a distance, and was supposed to belong to Saint Lund's pet.

Zijuan didn't let the ghost chase him.

The battle is over and he's ready to move on to the next level.

At this point, there are countless lights, coming from all sides, a powerful aura, from all the saint soldiers of the third level of Mount Saint Soldier.

They each shine a light at the same time.

Together, these lights are as dense as rain, powerful and unintentional.

Purple, aggravated look.

In purple hands, the black long stick came out and flew towards the sky.

All the light, towards the black truncheon, it absorbs.

The next moment, this layer, as well as the other two layers of the holy soul soldiers, will all worship and surrender in the direction of the black truncheon.

The power of the soul in heaven and earth, as if summoned to the black stick in the sky, a huge swallowing vortex appeared around it.

The Baptist Spirit Pool, which was not previously used, is also the light of energy that turns into a path, leaving a ribbon of colour between heaven and earth, coming to the black long stick and absorbed by it.

The Mount of Saints also began to vibrate, releasing an ancient and powerful atmosphere, thus proclaiming the birth of a new hundred soldiers.

Yes, after defeating the Cloud Rain Sword, the Purple Black Long Stick is recognized, replacing the position of the Cloud Rain Sword.

Though only the last weapon, it still attracts visions of Mount Saint Soldier.

This vision lasted for a minute, and after all the energy had disappeared, the black truncheon fell from the sky and fell into the purple hands.

Its surface sparkles and the lines reappear to extinguish, turning into a previously rustic look that does not appear to have changed dramatically.

But Purple knows that it has become different, is recognized by Saint Soldier Mountain, absorbs so much soul power, and will win more easily against the Rain Sword on the Cloud.

And Zixuan believes that after this battle, the Cloud Rain Sword will never appear again.

Mirror Spirit's gaze came back and whispered: “I saw your potential last time, but unfortunately, using your manpower is too weak. This time, you've got a good eye, and you've met your master. ”

It can challenge the long stick of the Rain Sword, even if the master is weak, it is powerful in itself, in the eyes of the world, absolutely a divine weapon of war.

It's just a pity that after that generation of owners meteorite, none of the owners after it can meet its requirements. Even if they get a black baton, they can't play their own power. At best, they can just treat it like a strong soul soldier.

Of course, the masters will never know that they never let the black trumpet truly recognize the Lord.

There is no point in the continued presence of Zixuan on this level after the fighting has ended.

He went to the next floor.

Everything went well.

Seeing that Purple Pearl successfully climbed to the fourth floor, the Brothers couldn't bear any more, cheered aloud, this time making money again.

Their cheers contrast sharply with the howling and cursing around them.

From time to time, people cast envy and jealous eyes at the two brothers.

Coming to the purple on the fourth floor of Mount Saint Soldier, the first to see a Baptist Spirit Pool, it doesn't look great, but the spiritual power of the swing is very abundant.

There was nothing hollow in the pool, but two people stood beside it.

Blue Lonely Dreams with Mountains.

After they had previously entered the fourth floor, they did not immediately baptize their weapons, but waited here.

Because they believe that Zijuan will win, they deliberately wait here.

And of course, if Purple fails, they will join forces here to kill Saint Len, no matter what the cost.

This is the plan for both of us!

When they saw the violets, they immediately came forward and were delighted.

Purple spread her arms and embraced her with two daughters, one by one, under countless eyes of envy, jealousy and hate.

In that instant, I don't know how many people bite their teeth with purple bites and can't wait to replace them.

“Why are you still here?” Zijuan asked.

“Wait for you to go with me.” Blue Lonely Dream said, "We know you're coming. ”

"Why don't you hurry up and heal the wounds," said the mountain. ”

Purple was also badly wounded in previous wars, and there is still blood spilling in the chest at this moment.

The reason for coming to the fourth floor immediately is obviously also to worry about other people touching the fish in the third floor.

But now that he saw them, he let go of his heart.

Two hours later, the purple wound had healed, and he stood up and looked at the biggest opportunity ahead.

Next, it's time to harvest.

The stick and shield flew out and headed forward.

Mountains and Blue Lonely Dreams are also their own holy spirit soldiers.