Thunder Martial

Zijuan had just taken a few steps forward and suddenly stopped. He stared carefully ahead, and his eyes gradually appeared shocked.

He saw a bright light flying out of the bamboo king in front of him, and it went straight to the man in the black robe.

The other side stood up again.

His mouth was overflowing, his robe was shattered, and he looked very luscious, but his breath was boosting.

Not only is he not dead, but he lives better.

“Your attack is good, if somewhere else, maybe I'm really dead. But here I am invincible. ”

The other smiled coldly at Purple and said: "I see your power is exhausted, but do you need to delay it? I can give you time. After all, I need a little time to get back to full height. ”

This is the most difficult opponent Zixuan has ever seen. He has exhausted himself. Without saying anything, he directly used the resuscitation technique.

The flame begins to ignite from his surroundings and his endless potential begins to ignite.

“Eat this irresistible bamboo king directly, it really doesn't make sense, just treat you as an appetizer, wait to kill you before eating it. ”

The black robe smiled lightly, “Whatever you can do to make it happen. ”

Perceived the power of resuscitation, Purple did not hesitate, again excited the black long stick, at the same time over his left hand, a long stick appeared, which was energized.

Together, the soldier began to tremble, and a powerful aura erupted.

A stick fell, the heavens and the earth suddenly brightened, the black robe man's body flied again, blood in the sky scratched through.

The black robe laughed, "Okay, some sense, let's go on. ”

When he got back on his feet when he rolled over on the ground, he found that Purple had put away the black truncheon, and he asked with a smile, “Are you dead? ”

During this time, constant and powerful forces flew out of the Bamboo King and were forcibly absorbed by the Black Robes.

mysterious and unfathomable.

Fate is impossible, surrounded by flaming purples, reaching for the sky, pen tip glow, purple use of heaven and earth.

It's his strongest tool, and if it doesn't work, he's really going to be here today.

A trace appeared, and the entire space seemed to be divided into two parts, spreading forward.

The smile on the black robe's face solidified, and he felt the danger from it.

He drank loudly, his hands quickly stamped, and countless souls gathered in front of him, forming a beast head.

It was like a spiritual beast, opening its mouth and pounding forward.

Shuā

Soul phagocyst head encountered purple attack, instantly divided into two parts, then the light continued forward, over the black robe man's body.

Countless black lights suddenly erupt on each other, and the entire body is not divided into two parts as purple as expected.

Purple's face changed and failed.

He stepped forward, the earth shook, another fall.

With this pen, he obviously felt the effort.

The power of the Resuscitation Technique has just been restored, once again consumed by him.

Another step forward, slightly less powerful than before, but still scary, with the power to cut space open.

The black robe man stood still, but the printing speed in his hand was faster, and behind him appeared a huge black vortex, a force like a flood, flying out of the bamboo king and absorbed by him.

The purple drain is enormous, and the other party's injuries are severe, and it is now counted as a continuation of life.

It can be said that both are depleting, just to see who can last until the last moment.

The purple attack arrived and fell on the black robe man. The black light continued to shine and the black robe man's body swayed, but this time it was still uncut.

Purple in front of him, his body was also shaking for a while, he really felt the danger, only to see him bite his teeth, cough up a breath of blood directly, the blood frontally clotted, purple hands mysterious over the blood, another row.

Besides his own strength, he also has his own blood.

After a penny fell, the purple body fell, this time he was really powerless, pale as paper, to obey God's orders.

Just saw the bloody attack, speeding ahead.

The same unstable black robe man, after seeing the purple falling forward, laughed hahahaha, "Looks like you're the one who died! ”

He is confident in blocking this power of purple, and he is confident.

His imprint duel took off again, and the speed at which he devoured the bamboo king's energy also became faster.

The bloody pen was approaching, and the black robe man laughed proudly, sounding the whole space.

Zijuan has despaired.

Suddenly, the black robe stopped laughing and saw a direct hole in the other person's body.

One split into two.

The weak and already desperate purple, stared wide-eyed, incredibly looking ahead, at the moment when his attack fell, he saw the power coming out of the Bamboo King and suddenly stopped.

Without the supply of power, the Black Robes could no longer sustain their precarious lives, and thus could no longer withstand the purple attacks.

Zizhuan, I don't know what's going on.

The Black Robe, on the other hand, slowly turned his body and did not dare to make a slight big move because he feared that his body would be cut in two.

“It's you, you bastard. Are you conscious? ”

The black robe man said that it was only at this moment that he no longer had the strength to howl loudly, that his life was running out and that death was coming.

When he saw the bamboo king, a face appeared, and he looked at the black robe man and said: “There is also a little spirit that cannot stop you from eating, but can pause for such a moment. ”

“You... you bastard. ”

The five officers of the Black Robe, beginning to distort, are already abnormal in anger, but their voices remain weak and powerless.

This is like the last straw that overwhelms the camel's back, long before it's too late, just in time.

At this moment, the anger in the heart of the black robe is like a raging rage, but it is no longer useful. His state is no longer able to devour the power of the bamboo king, even though the bamboo king can no longer affect him.

But he obviously doesn't want to die here, intends to flee, after all, he is a family of spirits, so long as his soul is immortal, he can be reborn again.

That's when he heard a sharp whistle coming from behind.

As he turned his head, he saw a light that came to him, a purple charm pen.

He threw it out.

The tip of the pencil was like an arrow, directly into the black robe man's eyebrows, he had not yet had time to escape the soul, and broke apart.

Mysteriously inserted in the eyebrow, the black robe man's body fell backwards, and after landing, the other body split apart.

He died, died to the point where he couldn't die again.

Purple stood in the distance, and at this moment the resurrection fire on his body was still burning.

The battle lasted so long, he won, but luckily, if the others came back in, it would be a complete harvest.

Purple rays must recover quickly and even burn their potential.