Fight against the supreme realm of the sky

Qing Muer's face, who was watching, showed a trace of worry. Qing Haoran also frowned slightly. He knew that this kind of thunder would be a huge challenge for an ordinary three-star Dou Emperor. He did not expect that Xiao

Yan's attainments in soul power are actually quite high.

Xiao Qi's brows were filled with anxiety and worry, and her heart was filled with pride.

The thunder was fleeting, and the barrier formed by the power of the soul collapsed together with the thunder. The first thunder was successfully blocked.

The moment the thunder collapsed, it turned into streams of energy and penetrated into Xiao Yan's body. The powerful energy instantly penetrated into Xiao Yan's limbs and bones.

"Rumble--"

The second thunder struck immediately.

Knowing that this second thunderbolt must be much more powerful than the first one, Xiao Yan didn't even blink. The big ruler suddenly appeared in his hand. With a twist of his body, the Holy Flame of Chaos poured into the Ancient Ruler of Heavenly Fire, and fighting energy continued to flow.

Pour in.

"Boom-chi——"

The second thunderbolt directly hit the Heavenly Fire Heng Ancient Ruler. Xiao Yan's arm shook violently and forcefully offset the thunderbolt.

After the second thunderbolt was offset, pure energy penetrated into Xiao Yan's body again.

A smile appeared on Xiao Yan's face.

After a while, the thundercloud surged again, rolling continuously, and soon formed a huge vortex in the thundercloud. In the middle of the vortex, a thick thunder was like a thunder dragon that had been entrenched for many years, revealing a powerful aura.

This light yellow thunderbolt, like a fierce tiger, roared towards Xiao Yan, making a hissing sound in the air.

Xiao Yan's eyes condensed, and the fighting energy in his body started to circulate. Facing such a huge thunder, he did not have a trace of fear, stepped forward, and shouted loudly.

"Great Fortune Palm!"

As the shout rang out, a palm was waved out, and a black palm print appeared in mid-air, like a black hole, mixed with suction.

Xiao Yan didn't pause at all, and his handprints changed rapidly.

"Underworld Palm! Underworld Finger!"

A palm print as large as a hundred feet quickly formed in the air again, and headed straight towards the light yellow thunder.;