Even though he has tasted the pain of the sword energy in the desert city invading the limbs and bones, he has also swallowed the bitter pill of destroying the virtual elixir in his dantian, and he has once forcibly carried the Gu Yang with his cultivation level that has not yet entered the second realm. The unparalleled poison king in the world, Cicada Poison, once almost shattered his teeth and gnawed on a snake orchid that was probably several times older than him, but he couldn't say that at the moment, thousands of thunderbolts fell on his chest, back and even on his head. Yun Zhong was used to it during this time, but the pain was still a lot worse than the pain he remembered.
The power of God is especially powerful, led by the thunderous wind and the surging river waves. The mighty thunder splashes all over the body. How can it be compared to the so-called burning of the five realms, crushing the bones and scattering ashes? Even if Yun Zhong can use his second level cultivation again, he can do it by his wrist. Huang Long, who had been well-trained for a long time, drew out what seemed to be endless inner energy. Although he could barely support his body and not be destroyed for the time being, the taste was like peeling off the skin and flesh and carving out the bones with a knife, which still made him grit his teeth. The young swordsman squeezed out a strange sound from his throat that was neither howling nor weeping, but it was not heard. It was submerged in the sound of thunder for a moment. Except for the thunderous sound of God's wrath, there was no sound in the world. , can break the cage. He couldn't get up between two breaths. Within five breaths, his muscles and bones made a crackling sound. Suddenly, the rolling thunder whip appeared out of thin air and reached Yun Zhong's spine. They were all submerged into it. Their flesh and blood temporarily made a long bridge and stirred up the thundering ground. How much should they eat? It's painful, but only Yunzhong knows it.
It was the time when the thunder was louder than the rain. The six people in the stone house all changed their colors. In an instant, they walked behind the blind man who was still motionless. He raised his missing limbs from left to right. The old man with missing ears concentrated and closed his eyes. He was listening to something carefully. Even the middle-aged man who usually had a strong smell of makeup and always liked to imitate the posture of a pretty lady looked at the white-clothed swordsman who was approaching with thousands of thunders, and was suspicious. , naturally mixed with vibration.
Except for those who have great magical powers and cultivation in Taoism and Buddhism in this world, the inheritance of Yun Lei method has almost been cut off. Only ancient scrolls can vaguely glimpse the immortals who had great supernatural powers in those days, who could summon thunder from the sky to hurt the enemy. It has only been so many years, but there are no cultivators in the world who are so capable. Even those who are experts in formation formation may not have the ability to stir up the thunder and light between heaven and earth. Even those who hold the river and move the mountain There are very few. Where did the young swordsman of the second level in front of me come from such skill? What is the reason for it? It is still difficult for the master Yuannu among the seven Great Yuans to figure out the mystery.
"The First Cause of All Realms"
At first, the thunder was all directed around Yun Zhong. According to common sense, such a powerful and surging thunder could not be defeated in two realms. However, after a while, there was faint water floating in the white clothes, and the yellow energy surged in his right wrist. He really withstood such a battle. Although he saw that he could not resist for too long, Yun Zhong, who was in the thunder surge, still spread his palms. His ten fingers that were calloused again due to sword practice were tapping lightly, and his head was trembling. The entrenched thunder light was all introduced into the formation. The streaks of purple lightning were like a python crossing the river, carrying a large turtle. They suddenly rose up, toppling the mountains and floors, and smashed towards the direction where the seven people were standing. A curtain of rain hung in the air around them. It steams when you touch it, and its momentum is unparalleled.
The first to face the cascading thunder waves were the four people on the east, west, left and right. Although the four of them were missing their left arms, right arms, left legs and right patellas, their cultivation levels were not comparable to those of ordinary people. The inner energy gushed out from the stumps of their limbs and penetrated the gold-cracked stone front. The sharpness is difficult to withstand, and it can be used as a means of swooping down the bottom of the formation, and they all meet the upper level of thunder. For a moment, the thunder wave that rushes unimpeded can hardly be stopped, and the inner energy sent out by the four people joins forces to stop it, and the surrounding mountains and rocks are all blocked. It was broken, and the accumulated rain poured in. After all, the four of them broke through and joined forces. The castration did not weaken, and after breaking the formation, they pushed forward again.
Probably in all the realms of the world, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a fierce cavalryman who can compete with such a mighty purple thunder formation-breaking ability.
Stop talking about demons and monsters running rampant in the world, no matter how you are a god, you still need to humble yourself.
How many people have seen such a rolling thunder wave since the cultivation path in the world has passed? No matter that the old man and the middle-aged man used all their methods, the inner air flow turned one foot forward, just like the solidification of water mist, and still could not survive for ten seconds. With the remaining breath, his figure retreated slightly, and the magical powers extended in front of him were instantly destroyed by lightning. Spring appeared in Gaochuan, the bitter cold old ice melted, and there was no longer any ability to resist.
Yun Zhong, who was in the formation, was even more unbearable. When the thunder came from outside and fell, Yun Zhong was the first to bear the brunt. Even if he forced out all the Lancang Shui that had lost its luster in his body, supplemented by the Huanglong magical power. Even though the internal energy has been strong for only twenty or thirty breaths, it can be relied on to stabilize the flesh and blood. If it is exhausted for a moment, it is still difficult to hold on for a moment. The thousand kilograms of force contained in the thunder is almost crushing. Yun Zhong collapsed. At first, blood was just dripping from the corners of his mouth, but now blood was pouring out of his eyes, tail, nose, and ears, and he couldn't stop shaking all over.
But Yun Zhong still held on for dear life, because in front of Lei Chao stood a blind man with the most advanced cultivation level.
From the time when the thunder burst and the river fell down like a Hukou and a broken gorge, Zhao Ziyang, who was not far away, had already clenched his fists and rushed into the formation with a spear. However, seeing such a shaky formation of hundreds of feet of paper kites, no matter how tilted Zhao Ziyang was. Even with the force of his spear, he still couldn't break through this large formation. It was clear that the formation in front of him seemed like a dying old man, with only two human breaths left, but he still refused to fall. He allowed Zhao Ziyang to advance and advance with his spear, but to no avail.
"Two of you will go and one will stay. If you want your junior brother to put aside the word "care" and give it a try, you might still have a glimmer of hope. If you keep shooting like this, little brother Yun probably really doesn't have much chance of winning. Help others. It’s still hurting people, so you might as well think about it clearly.”
Li Fu'an on the side also clenched his fists, but did not move for a long time. It happened that Zhao Ziyang's attacker was forced back a few steps by the surging lightning surrounding the formation, and then he spoke in a deep voice, but in the end he stretched out his hand to clamp it tightly. Just as he was about to step forward again, Zhao Ziyang's shoulders were covered with dozens of scorched black marks. No matter how much effort he exerted, some vermilion was faintly oozing out from Zhao Ziyang's shoulders, which was quickly washed away by the rain.
Zhao Ziyang, whose face was full of rain, turned around, but his face was full of ferocity.
"I would rather not be able to get out of this leaping horse pond today than abandon my brothers and sisters and become a useless person who retreats again and again in the future. The brothers who went up the mountain together, even if this gun breaks today, it may not be effective. It's better than doing nothing, just pretending to be stupid and watching, I can't learn from you!"
He immediately turned his head and stared fiercely at the swordsman in white who was bleeding from all his orifices in the thunderous light. His face became more ferocious. He used enough energy to increase his strength and fired a straight shot at the formation.
"Fuck this bullshit, two of you can go and one of you can stay. If you are a man, you can do your own thing. If you want to die in this world, your sweetheart is married to someone else, you are a complete coward. You are nothing like the fourth child on Nangong Mountain."
One shot after another, even Zhao Ziyang's palms, which he had practiced for many years, were bleeding and covered in red at this moment, but he still fired one after another at the big formation like crazy, the light was almost as bright as the thunder in the sky. , has long been faintly higher than the power of the three realms.
There is no wind or rain in Prancing Horse Pond. The worst thing is that no one cares about the wind and rain around them. As far as the eye can see, there are thunder rolling, almost breaking the waist of the white-clothed swordsman. Most of his clothes have melted away, leaving only a burnt black and red body. Huanglong was already fighting for his life, and instantly transformed into his original appearance. He stretched out ten feet and raised his head to greet the thunder. The wind and fire were swirling around him, but he could see that he was at the end of his strength and had to retreat one after another. He was at the end of his skills.
The bright thunder also illuminated the blind man's face and gray eyes.
As strong as the four realms, he used his methods to reverse hundreds of thunders and smashed thousands of rolling thunders. However, he could not withstand the overwhelming and sudden bursts of thunder. He was knocked over several times one after another and sprayed out a lot of blood. He struggled to hold on. He stood up, his expression even more horrified than before.
Even in the Great Yuan, not many people know who exactly Blind Man Yi studied under, and they don’t even know where this man got this wonderful inversion technique, which he has done for the Great Yuan tribe for many years. In many incidents, even the sudden death of He Han, his predecessor, one can see a glimpse of Zu Yi's figure, which shows his high ability. But now such a superb method failed for the first time in the face of thunderous thunder. No matter how the blind man used it, it was completely useless against the thunder waterfall that showed no signs of exhaustion.
There was a carriage approaching from the distant mountains. The driver had already rounded his horsewhip and was heading towards the Leaping Horse Pond, where the lightning was so dense that it looked like a spring. Seeing that it was only a few miles away, the driver behind the carriage was suffering. The literati's body was originally too weak to withstand the bumps, but now the rapid driving of the car tent was extremely bumpy, causing the ugly literati to lie down at the window of the car tent, with his stomach churning, like a dragon crossing a river that strayed into a small river bend, unable to vomit, and suppressing it No less.
In the distance, between two mountains that are tens of miles apart on the horizon, a Taoist boy flashes. He doesn't look very fast, but in the blink of an eye he can go from the top of one mountain to the top of another. , and felt very hungry in my belly, I rubbed my belly with a sad face, which had become more and more round recently. I looked up at the endless thunder sea swimming outside the distant mountains, and suddenly a very strange thought came into my mind, so I licked it. Lips, quickly speeding up the pace, so the mountains retreated, and the tops of the mountains seemed to be falling behind them, and they were ten miles away in an instant. Yun Zhong, who was in the center of the thunder, was in so much pain that he could hardly cry out. In such a situation, he recalled for no reason that when he was looking through the storybook on the wall of the small town, he had seen the man in it who had never failed since he entered the world. It is rare for a young hero to encounter a strong opponent who is more capable than himself. In a life-and-death fight, he realizes a killing move for no reason. In the future, whenever he encounters a strong enemy, most of them can easily avert the danger. In the end, he will suffer a loss and lose his life. adversary.
The autumn grass was fragrant that year, and the brown was thin that summer. For some reason, Yun Zhong, who had never seen Jianghu, always felt that the four words "turn danger into safety" in his favorite storybook were too easy to write.
It hurts so much.
