However, the strange thing is that Shushan did not kill these three immortal cultivators again.
As luck would have it, these three people were a Master of Immortal Diopu, a Ye Guchan, and a practitioner from the Western Regions. They seemed to be representatives of the three camps.
That Immortal Master of Diopu was originally an ordinary disciple of Dianguangdong. His legs went weak and he sat on the ground with a look of confusion on his face.
The practitioner of Ye Gu Chan was originally the head of a small sect in the hinterland of the Central Plains. He originally thought that through this incident, Shushan and other fellow practitioners would be able to favor each other and support each other in the future. To put it simply, he would just come and climb. Friendship, there are not many disciples under the sect, but this time they all went out, and the result was unexpected.
A man who looked to be in his forties just cried bitterly on the spot.
The other cultivator from the Western Regions had an earthy face. No matter what he had been promised on Kunlun Mountain before, now he knew that those were just lies. So he looked in the direction of the Shushan disciples in the sky, wishing in his heart that he could break these people into pieces. The corpse was in thousands of pieces, but his face did not dare to show it at all.
Not to mention the mixed feelings in the hearts of the three people, they naturally would not continue this meaningless fight, because their opponents and companions had already been killed and injured by this wave of attacks from Shushan.
All the things they had done before, the fierce, insidious, tragic or heroic battles between them, those calculations that could not be described as ambition or ambition, were like a joke in front of Shushan's sword.
As a result, their figures looked a little lonely, pitiful and pathetic.
None of the Shushan disciples looked at these three people. Instead, according to the established arrangement, they stood around the abyss with their swords. It seemed that the matter was far from over.
Qi Zhen was still standing in the dark and watching quietly. Of course he felt the same as the three people. The reason why he hadn't taken action until now was mainly due to three considerations.
The first is of course that the scene is too chaotic. Even if I take action, it will be like a ladle of water poured into the sea, unable to stir up any waves at all. Maybe I will be affected by the fierce battle and die. This is called trying to kill the enemy but being unable to do so. Back to the days.
Wu Tian had made so many preparations in advance, and generously allowed Qi Zhen to come here to watch the ceremony, so he was sure that Qi Zhen alone would not be able to do anything major to reverse the situation.
The second point is that at this time, Qi Zhen actually knew very well that the matter was far from over. When everyone in the team was still in Shu Mountain, Qi Zhen understood that the problem of this main story was not of this world at all. The problem, to put it bluntly, is Shushan's own problem.
The enemy of Shushan is not from this world, but just Shushan himself.
The third point is actually the most important point for Qi Zhen's decision not to take action. Before the separation, Li Qiang once told Qi Zhen that except for a few famous Shushan disciples, there is no need to worry too much about other unknown people. .
Qi Zhen actually understood what Li Qiang meant after thinking about this sentence for a while.
This is game, or story thinking.
When Gang Leader Qiao single-handedly stopped the army from invading the Central Plains, would anyone care what the names of the Liao soldiers were? Apart from being used to set off Gang Leader Qiao's graceful and domineering appearance, those people actually serve no purpose.
Naturally, the supporting character must have the consciousness of the supporting character. It is impossible for the story to change the planned development just because of the psychological journey of the supporting character.
Therefore, Qi Zhen really didn't have any big feelings about the "dead bodies everywhere" here, except for silently saying "have a good journey."
If Qi Zhen is strong enough, even stronger than Wu Tian, maybe he will take charge of it. Maybe there will be some additional rewards from the system, but with his current strength, he will definitely not choose this way.
Regardless of whether Qi Zhen is in charge or not, he actually knows in his heart that the scene in front of him must be the most critical turning point in this game world.
For the first time, Qi Zhen felt like a witness to history, and she still felt a little sad anyway.
No matter what the outcome is, whether Wu Tian fails or succeeds, the three realms of this game will definitely change in the future.
I don't know if it was the result of the momentum confrontation between Mr. Mo and Wu Tian. The dark clouds in the sky became lower. Just when the Shushan disciples were standing around the abyss, Mr. Mo finally took action.
He made a simple movement, raised his right arm high above his head, and then waved lightly with his palm downwards.
It's a bit like waving at Wu Tian.
As he waved his hand, a thigh-thick thunder shot out from the dark clouds and struck Wu Tian on the head!
Qi Zhen imagined many scenes when Mr. Mo took action, such as whether he would be like Zeus holding lightning in his hand and throwing it towards Wu Tian, or whether he would be like Thor charging forward with his body charged with electricity, but she never expected that Once he takes action, it will be a disaster!
Click!
The huge sound of thunder rang in everyone's ears. Many third-generation disciples were shocked to the point of being shaken just by hearing this sound!
Thunder, in the final analysis, is a ray of light, so Wu Tian cannot avoid it and has no way to avoid it.
The lightning struck Wu Tian's head without any suspense, and the impact instantly smashed Wu Tian's body to the ground!
Mr. Mo, who was suspended in mid-air, did not stop and waved his hand again.
The second thunder struck more swiftly and fiercely than the first. Almost as soon as the first thunder and lightning was extinguished, it fell on Wu Tian again.
Then comes the third and fourth lanes.
Click! Click! Click!
Qi Zhen suddenly felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. He knew that this was because the body's natural reaction to this kind of power, which meant that his brain had become physically uncomfortable with this level of sound and vibration.
This frightened him even more.
Those Shushan disciples were even more unbearable, and some had already fallen to the ground. They could only rely on sitting cross-legged and meditating to survive the aftermath of the thunder and lightning.
Finally, after four lightning strikes, several third-generation Shushan disciples were overwhelmed and were knocked unconscious.
The other three generations of disciples were not in good condition either. They were all pale and looked like they had suffered serious injuries.
The second-generation disciples were better, but the shock in their hearts was far more serious than the physical discomfort.
This Mr. Mo is really too strong!
Perhaps the third-generation disciples still had some blind faith in Wu Tian, but the faces of these second-generation disciples were a little solemn at this time.
Only when your strength reaches a certain level can you understand what Mr. Mo's thunder means.
Four thunderbolts hit Wu Tian's body one after another, but Mr. Mo's face was still heavy and a little pale. It seemed that using this move was not a small drain on him.
The reason for his heavy expression was naturally because he could still feel Wu Tian's life breath, and there was almost no change from just now.
Wu Tian's body had been smashed to the ground. He still looked a little sleepy, lying on the ground with his arms stretched out, looking up at the sky.
His sword robe was a little gray and his hair was a little frizzy. It seemed that these four lightning bolts also caused some trouble to him.
The air around him was no longer as distorted as before. It seemed that Mr. Mo's attack had exhausted the sword energy compressed around him.
This is the most embarrassing moment Qi Zhen has seen Wu Tian since entering the game.
Then Wu Tian sat up and shook his head, as if he had been hit.
Mr. Mo seemed to be a very old-school immortal cultivator. He did not pursue the victory and continue to "kill all" Wu Tian, but just looked at him condescendingly.
Or maybe it was because he needed to adjust his condition after such an attack.
Wu Tian stepped on the sword again, his expression returned to normal, and his voice came out: "The elders have priority, and then please take the next move from the juniors."
Qi Zhen felt a little funny in her heart. A good battle was turned into a turn-based game, which was really in line with the style of Fairy Sword.
Then something unexpected happened.
Including Qi Zhen, everyone watching the battle widened their eyes in disbelief.
Mr. Mo even opened his mouth in shock!
"F*ck! That's awesome!" Qi Zhen couldn't help shouting.
Wu Tian raised his right arm and waved in the direction of Mr. Mo.
A bolt of lightning struck Mr. Mo in the head like this!
There is a magic technique with thunder attribute, which relies on one's own spiritual power of thunder attribute to communicate with the power of thunder and lightning in the sky, and uses one's own spiritual power as a guide to attract thunder to attack the enemy. The name of this magic technique is called Tian Lei Break.
Generally, there is only one thunderbolt, because thunder is the power of heaven, so it can hurt people with its power. The right time, place and people are indispensable, and the power is even greater.
The creator of this move, who is far away and right in front of us, is none other than Mr. Mo himself. After practicing for so many years, Mr. Mo has mastered the four levels of Tian Lei Po!
Qi Zhen and other Shushan disciples were shocked that Wu Tian could imitate this move and use it instantly after just watching it once.
But Mr. Mo was more than shocked.
Because Wu Tian waved at him again...
Then……
Waved again...
Just like sending someone off on the platform to get on the train and leave, Wu Tian waved at Mr. Mo and watched Mr. Mo's body fall down bit by bit, looking very reluctant to let go.
Five paths, ten paths, fifteen paths...
The thunder attribute and Mr. Mo's spiritual power have the same origin, so he will not be instantly struck to the ground like Wu Tian.
After twenty lightning strikes, Mr. Mo was finally struck to the ground just like Wu Tian just now, but he could still stand on the same spot, not as embarrassed as Wu Tian.
But his face was full of helplessness...
Even a little confused.
Just like the three remaining practitioners...
