Feng Xinglan gritted his teeth, forced himself to endure the discomfort in his body, and got up from the ground.
Blood stained almost all over his body, and blood fell from his forehead, flowing through his eyes, which were red.
There were few intact skins on his body, and there were shocking wounds almost everywhere, with residual golden thunder flashing in the blood. He staggered a few times and finally stood up.
He raised his eyes and stared at the coming third golden thunder.
He was panting, his eyes were already scarlet, and his handsome face was somewhat ruined.
His sword was broken.
Feng Xinglan raised his hand and quickly gathered his spiritual power. In an instant, the fierce wind spiritual power enveloped his body.
The wind spiritual power was constantly washing over his body, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.
When Huangfu Sheng in the distance saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly and he was shocked.
"Xinglan wants to turn his body into a sword!"
Mu Yin asked worriedly: "What does it mean to turn your body into a sword?"
Huangfu Sheng pursed his lips. Although he remained somewhat calm on the surface, there was already a turmoil in his heart, because Xinglan's sword intent had reached such a shocking level.
If you call him the Sword Immortal, then Feng Xinglan is the 'Sword God'.
Huangfu Sheng explained: "Use your body to turn into the sharpest sword. In this case, Xinglan will be as sharp as the sword body and as hard as the sword body, capable of attacking and defending."
Mu Yin and others were stunned when they heard this.
They frowned, stared in the direction ahead, and became worried.
Now only thirty-two thunders have fallen, leaving seventeen thunders to go, and the remaining seventeen thunders are still the most terrifying golden thunders.
Lan...can he really bear it?
At this point, Yu Qiu and the others looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and they had already made up their minds.
If Lan couldn't carry it, they would carry it for him.
At this time——
A blazing white light lit up in front of him, and Feng Xinglan's body was shrouded in white light, turning into a huge white sword on the ground.
boom!
The third golden thunder descended!
I saw the 'white sword' suddenly soaring from the ground and stabbing directly in the direction of Jin Lei. The forces of the two parties collided strongly.
boom!
The ground shook, and the mountains and seas shook.
Many people were suddenly injured by this breath, vomiting blood, and some were even knocked unconscious.
This aura is so coercive!
Everyone was shocked. Even though they were so far apart, they could hardly bear the pressure just from the aura.
Then...how could Feng Xinglan be able to withstand so many thunders? !
The light of the 'White Sword' dimmed instantly and fell back to the ground, even a little precariously.
Before anyone could react, the fourth golden thunder was already ready.
At this moment, Feng Xinglan was vomiting blood and the clothes on his chest were soaked. He was a little confused. With trembling hands, he took out some pills from the storage space and swallowed them as quickly as possible.
Whenever he moved, the sound of thunder would be heard from his body, mixed with the sound of burning.
Now he looks several times more embarrassed than a beggar.
The fourth golden thunder is coming!
Feng Xinglan's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He turned into a sword and rushed forward again.
But this time, the pressure of Jin Lei was like a giant mountain weighing tens of thousands of kilograms. Every time he rose an inch, the muscles and bones on his body made a snapping sound. The already broken muscles and bones were now in an even more tragic state. .
His skull was also squeezed violently, and a gash suddenly opened on his forehead, which became deeper and deeper, and blood flowed wildly.
When he was halfway up, the spiritual power in his body seemed to turn into nothingness instantly, making his body unable to move forward.
The 'White Sword' stopped in mid-air and had not yet attacked Jin Lei.
The original active situation turned into a passive situation, and the situation became nearly a hundred times more dangerous.
Feng Xinglan also realized something. He struggled several times, but could not continue upward. His bloody eyebrows moved slightly.
He suddenly closed his eyes.
Reaching an extremely peaceful state, the light of the 'White Sword' became more and more solid, condensed by thousands of sword intentions.
Wherever the sword is, it is invincible!
'White Sword' moves!
Stab towards the golden thunder above, and the golden thunder also strikes down.
Boom boom boom——
The fifth golden thunder descended with lightning speed.
Two consecutive golden thunders split Feng Xinglan until he was "scorched on the outside and tender on the inside", and he was knocked to the ground again, falling into a deep pit where he couldn't even see his fingers.
Feng Xinglan was hit in the face by dirt. When he opened his eyes, everything he saw was virtual. His eardrums seemed to be damaged and he could no longer hear any sounds.
He hurts so much, so tired...
There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying repeatedly: Just rest when you are tired, everything will be fine.
Is that so?
Feng Xinglan's consciousness went numb, and his eyelids slowly closed.
At this time, the sound of the sixth golden thunder came and struck in the direction of Feng Xinglan.
When everyone saw this scene, their hearts jumped into their throats, and they were extremely nervous, because they guessed that this golden thunder would cause Feng Xinglan to be wiped out.
After all, this golden thunder is too terrifying. The ordinary Supreme Realm Dzogchen may not be able to withstand even one golden thunder, not to mention that Feng Xinglan has already carried thirty silver thunders and five golden thunders!
Jin Shen was originally going against heaven!
Everyone sighed in their hearts.
at this time--
Several figures suddenly appeared under the golden thunder. They blocked the golden thunder with their flesh and blood bodies. With a bang, those people were blown to the ground.
Jaw-dropping.
Who actually took the initiative to seek death? !
When they saw those people clearly, their expressions changed slightly. They were members of Fengyun Team!
In the deep pit at this moment, Yan Chen roughly grabbed Feng Xinglan's cheeks and poured a bunch of pills into his mouth as if for free.
This was the first time that Yan Chen saw Feng Xinglan in such miserable condition, and he no longer looked like a human being.
He was afraid that Feng Xinglan would die like this, so he quickly patted his face to awaken his will.
"Lan, wake up!"
If Lan stays alive, the golden thunder will continue to fall, and there are only two outcomes: one is Lan's death, and the other is Lan successfully advances.
They can't let Lan die, so they can only let Lan advance!
"Lan!"
Seeing that he was completely unresponsive, Yan Chen quickly checked his pulse. The situation was much more serious than he thought.
Above, the seventh golden thunder is about to strike!
Yu Qiu, Zhong Li Wuyuan, Nangong Qingqing, Mu Yin, and Mo Jing once again blocked the golden thunder for Feng Xinglan.
They were immediately seriously injured, and blood poured out of their mouths.
Mo Jing covered his chest and said with a pale face: "No wonder Lan can't hold on, this golden thunder is several times stronger than the strike of the false god!"
The eighth golden thunder!
They rushed forward to block the golden thunder again. All the defensive equipment on their bodies shattered, and their bodies fell down like kites with broken strings.
