"Formation! It seems that the leader of Wu Xian Kingdom is really not simple!" No one expected that things would change like this, and some people couldn't help but exclaimed.

But before more people had time to exclaim, they all opened their eyes wide and stared in disbelief at the white tiger roaring past among the many magic weapons.

But if you are a really powerful person, you will notice that the white tiger is not invincible, but very cleverly avoided the siege of all magic weapons.

Luofu, who was showing off his airs and deliberately closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

Being surrounded by more than a hundred magic weapons, being able to pass through thousands of flowers without a single leaf touching you, requires such exquisite control ability! Either he has superb swordsmanship, or his mental power is extremely terrifying, otherwise he would never be able to achieve such exquisite control.

Yue Hengdao and the other three strong men also shrank their pupils suddenly, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Such a sophisticated level of control is no less than theirs.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The screams rang out again and again. The white tiger broke through the siege of magic weapons, and in a blink of an eye, it reached the camp composed of 140 Vientiane Stage monks.

The White Tiger Demon-Slaying Sword is so powerful. When it is killed, it is like a fierce tiger entering a flock of sheep. In the blink of an eye, it kills five Wanxiang monks. It was not until everyone recalled their magic weapons and sacrificed their defensive magic weapons that they stopped. Its killing potential.

"Detach a group of people to kill the traitor directly!" The late Wanxiang monks with rich combat experience shouted hurriedly when they saw how powerful the white tiger transformed into the little white tiger demon-slaying sword was.

The monks who were frightened out of cold sweat by the ferocious white tiger suddenly realized that the leader of Wu Xian Kingdom was only one person, but they had a large number of people, so why should they just focus on his magic weapon and attack others directly? He couldn't concentrate on controlling the magic weapon, so why didn't he get into trouble right away?

Immediately, forty or fifty people directly sacrificed and released their magic weapons and attacked Xia Yunjie.

There were sharp flying swords, mountain-like marks, and ferocious centipedes with countless sharp claws... Various magic weapons rained down from the sky, and the entire space became turbulent.

Xia Yunjie watched the magic weapons falling from the sky, so powerful and ferocious that he suddenly felt his scalp numb, and a crisis enveloped him.

Now he doesn't use witchcraft power, but only uses his true magic power to fight. Naturally, he can't stop so many magic weapons!

However, Xia Yunjie was not surprised but happy. What he wanted was the effect of being on the verge of life and death.

"Well done!" Xia Yunjie shouted, not recalling the White Tiger Small Demon-Slaying Sword, nor releasing the other three Four-Elephant Small Demon-Slaying Swords, which were his real killer cards in fighting with magic power. The people from the Louvre Palace also How could it be exposed so quickly without actually taking action? Instead, he directly raised his hand and pointed toward the sky.

Suddenly the sky, which was thousands of miles blue, suddenly became turbulent, and in a blink of an eye, black clouds came over the top.

The black clouds were rolling, there were flashes of lightning, and a great power of heaven radiated from above, giving people a feeling that the end was about to come, as if a peerless beast was about to be born in the rolling black clouds.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and a purple thunder with a thickness of at least seven or eight feet tore through the black clouds and struck at the magic weapon that was filled with light all over the sky.

"No wonder this person dares to be so arrogant. Sure enough, he has some means. He actually knows the Thunder Technique. However, although the Thunder Technique has strong attack power, he is still unable to destroy so many magic weapons at once. He is just wishful thinking!" After watching the battle! When people saw this, they showed a look of shock at first, and then shook their heads.

Only Dongze Snake King suddenly changed his expression when he saw this. His eyes flashed when he looked at Xia Yunjie, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Haha! Do you think you can defeat my magic weapon with just this thunder?" Seeing that Xia Yunjie's Little White Tiger Demon-Slaying Sword was trapped, the attackers had no choice but to cast spells and attract thunder. They all looked proud and looked at Xia Yunjie. It's like looking at a dead person.

But the next moment, the proud expressions on their faces all froze.

Purple thunder thundered down, and several magic weapons within the range of the thunder were blown away when they touched the thunder. The person who controlled the magic weapon was even more shocked, and blood spurted from his mouth on the spot. Injured.

"How is this possible? A bolt of thunder knocked away several magic weapons and injured several people. What kind of thunder did this person attract? It is so powerful!" The people watching the battle exclaimed.

"Sure enough!" Dongze Snake King looked at Xia Yunjie and his eyes became hotter and hotter, as if he had seen some uniquely beautiful snake.

Just as the spectators were exclaiming and the attackers' faces suddenly disappeared, the first purple thunder fell from the dark clouds, followed by purple thunder that seemed to have been ignited. It broke through the dark clouds, tore them into thousands of holes, densely packed, and fell from the sky with a roar.

This time, it covered all the magic weapons attacking Xia Yunjie.

Seeing the dense thunder striking down from the sky, illuminating the sky extremely brightly, except for a few overlord-level figures such as Yue Hengdao, the spectators could not stand still. Everyone else felt their scalps tingling, and they subconsciously went to They backed away, as if they were afraid that the dense thunder would affect them.

This is true for those who are watching the battle, let alone the attackers who are actually on the scene. They all looked horrified and hurriedly tried to recall the magic weapon, but unfortunately it was already too late.

The speed of the thunder was so fast that it struck their magic weapon in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, dazzling rays of light burst out in the sky, like fireworks blooming all over the sky, extremely gorgeous and beautiful, but what everyone saw was not gorgeous and beautiful, but as if they saw a demon appearing in the world, and everyone looked frightened.

It's so terrifying that someone can use the art of thunder so exquisitely and with so much power!

Just one move of the thunder spell actually broke the attack launched by dozens of Vientiane Stage monks.

Not only that, the dozens of Wanxiang monks were all shocked by the blow, because when the light of the magic weapon burst out, mouthfuls of blood spurted out, turning into blood rain and pouring down. The same gorgeous beauty.

Of course they didn't know that Xia Yunjie could transform into a giant yellow dragon.

Dragon, an ancient mythical beast, has the power to control wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

How could the thunder technique performed by Xia Yunjie be extraordinary?

"We can't keep this kid! Yingning, when Beilun and the others use up some of this kid's mana, you will attack and kill him with all your strength!" Master Luofu, who had already opened his eyes, finally showed a solemn look on his face. With murderous intent in his eyes, he sent a message to his eldest disciple Ying Ning.

Now he no longer has any confidence in the one hundred and forty monks at the Vientiane Realm.

Ying Ning, who originally had a hint of horror, received the message from his master, and his smooth, baby-like face suddenly turned cold, and murderous intent burst out.

Xia Yunjie's level of terror was also far beyond Ying Ning's imagination. One hundred and forty monks in the realm of all things, despite the master's wishes, were unable to kill him!

Just when everyone was horrified and Master Luofu secretly transmitted the order, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a red sun still hung high in the sky, shining on Xia Yunjie's delicate face. It is not weak, but majestic, like a thunder god coming down to earth.

"Keep killing! He can't use such a powerful thunder technique a few times! And he still needs to control the magic weapon!" Yingning saw the dark clouds dispersed, Xia Yunjie stood majestically under the sky, and the leaders of the affiliated forces took back the magic weapon. , with a hint of timidity in his eyes, he no longer dared to attack rashly, and suddenly shouted with an extremely ugly expression.

Ying Ning's voice was like a person's, with a child's voice. It was originally clear and sweet, but at this moment it sounded particularly sharp, like a fierce ghost urging death.

"Kill again!" The faces of the leaders of the affiliated forces changed slightly, and finally they gritted their teeth again and shouted angrily. The rays of light lit up again and roared towards Xia Yunjie.

Xia Yunjie's face changed slightly when he saw this, and he pointed his finger to the sky again.

Dark clouds gathered again, and streaks of purple thunder struck down densely again.

Balls of dazzling light exploded, revealing the true form of the magic weapon, which fell dimly to Wu Shan.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" The monks controlling the magic weapon spat out a mouthful of blood again, and their faces suddenly turned as pale as paper.

After two violent fights with the thunder, the blood in their bodies was boiling, their souls were weakened, and some of their foundations had been damaged. In the past, they would have needed to avoid fighting and recuperate at this time, but today the people in the Louvre were still watching them eagerly, but they could only grit their teeth again and sacrifice the magic weapon again.

Thunder fell densely again.

This time, a monk with a lower level of cultivation fell directly into the clouds and fell into the jungle of Wu Mountain.

"Useless thing!" For the monk who fell into the clouds and fell into Mount Wu, Ying Ning not only did not show any pity or concern, but instead a little golden light spurted out from his mouth and turned into a golden ring, facing the monk. The monk who fell into Wushan was directly smashed down, killing him.

When everyone saw this, they were all chilled. Some people originally wanted to pretend to be seriously injured to avoid the fight, but now they all had to muster their best energy to launch fierce attacks on Xia Yunjie again and again.

As everyone tried their best, Xia Yunjie's pressure suddenly increased, and a hint of paleness began to appear on his rosy and delicate face.

After all, he is just a monk at the peak of the Ten Thousand Symbols. Even if he breaks through and stands up again, his magic power will still not be as pure and powerful as the Tongxuan realm. If it weren't for the amazing power of his magic and the frightening concentration of his mental power, he can subtly Control the White Tiger's Little Demon-Slaying Sword, otherwise even if his magic power is as pure and powerful as the Tongxuan Realm, he will never be able to stop the gang fight of more than a hundred Wanxiang Realm monks.

But now, Xia Yunjie finally showed a hint of fatigue and consumed a huge amount of mana.

The thunder is no longer as powerful and dense as before.

"Kill! Kill! His mana fluctuations have become disordered and he will not be able to hold on for much longer!" Xia Yunjie's fatigue was soon noticed, and he started shouting loudly.

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