Thunder Martial

The occurrence of countless rules falling together can only explain one problem. Many existences were killed and then purified by the rules.

The changes brought about by the rules were so great that Zichen's spiritual thoughts could not be extended, so he looked towards Tianfeng.

The sky wind disappeared.

A gust of black wind appeared in the line of sight.

"I don't know which family it is."

Meng Jianfeng frowned and looked ahead. Such a large-scale death must be very strange.

"It's the Spirit Race."

Tianfeng quickly appeared and said, "It's the demons who are attacking the spirits."

Zi Chen raised his head and looked into the distance, because there were already demons flying towards this side.

There were more than a dozen demons who came, and they extinguished one after another of the black wind, obviously all of them came for Tianfeng.

Zi Chen raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Meng Jianfeng grabbed the hilt of the sword behind him, and his fighting spirit rose.

But then, he saw that those demons who were rushing forward suddenly retreated and ran away.

Meng Jianfeng was slightly taken aback.

Swish!

Zi Chen beside him has disappeared.

A ray of thunder has already moved forward first, piercing through the bodies of one demon after another.

It's Thunder Sword!

The bodies of these demons were pierced. When they landed, the black wind that had been killed by them appeared again, and then cut their bodies.

Zi Chen's figure appeared out of thin air, and he looked at these demons, engaged in the final battle.

By the time Meng Jianfeng came close, the battle was over.

"Walk!"

Zi Chen interrupted what Meng Jianfeng was about to say, and said, "I found a magic knife!"

the voice fell,

With a flash of Zi Chen's figure, he flew towards the distance like a beam of thunder.

You Ming didn't know what method he used, his body turned into a black power of You Ming, following Zi Chen closely.

As for Tianfeng, he had already traveled thousands of miles away, and it was he who told Zichen about the news of the magic knife.

"Magic knife?"

Meng Jianfeng's eyes lit up, but he just realized that Zichen had disappeared from his sight.

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Surrounded by the demons, a magic knife flew forward.

And in front, there is a team running away in a panic.

There were more than a dozen people in the team, all of whom were injured.

Looking at the fleeing spirit clan ahead, one of the upper-level demon clan said, "My lord, if you let them continue running, they may cross the line. At that time, the leader will blame you."

The Demon Saber Messenger snorted coldly and said, "Can they run away?"

"Yes, if your lord takes action, they will certainly die!" the demon said hastily.

With the Demon Saber Messenger in charge, those Spirit Races would surely die, and the Demon Saber Messenger's status was extremely noble, second only to the leader in this battle of gods.

"Haven't Cody and the others come back?" the magic knife messenger asked suddenly.

"not yet."

"It's just a strange beast, and the efficiency is so slow, no wonder it can't be given the magic word."

The Demon Saber Messenger smiled disdainfully, and then turned cold when he looked at the eyes of many spirit clans in front of him.

Indeed, if you run any further, you will cross the boundary, which is not acceptable!

Swish!

He stood where he was, with the magic knife out of its sheath in his hand.

A black light appeared between the sky and the earth, and it flew away quickly, leaving a deep knife mark in the air.

With a puff, the body of a high-ranking Spiritual Clan in the distance was separated from it.

A terrified cry sounded, and the other spirit clan powerhouses ran away in fright again.

A ray of regular light descended and began to purify the body of the dead Eldar.

Many demons in the rear began to laugh.

The magic knife returned to its sheath, and the magic knife messenger said indifferently: "Since you have been met by my lord, don't even think about running away."

Immediately afterwards, the second knife pierced through the air.

Seeing that the second Spiritual Clan Shangjing was about to be killed, suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky, and a sword light flew out from the crack, meeting the light of the magic knife.

The powerful energy shock, the body of the upper-level spirit clan who was about to die under the knife and had no time to dodge was thrown away.

The knife of the magic knife messenger was blocked, and the laughter of all the demons stopped abruptly, and their faces changed.

The magic knife messenger frowned, looked up and looked forward.

I saw a person appeared in the oscillating energy.

The moment he saw that person, the face of the Demon Saber Messenger changed, and he exclaimed: "Zi Chen!"

He knew Zi Chen, and even chased and killed him back then. At that time, they had a total of four magic knives.

The other demons naturally recognized Zi Chen, and their expressions changed drastically.

"Meeting is fate. You saw each other off like this that day. When we meet again today, I will send you off too."

After the words fell, Zi Chen drew the long knife out of its sheath.

A flash of knife light went straight ahead.

The magic knife messenger stepped forward, shouted loudly, and the magic knife came out of its sheath.

The two powerful attacks met in mid-air, and the terrifying fluctuations scattered in all directions.

"Back quickly!"

The saber sharpening envoy stared at Zi Chen coldly.

At this moment, a sharp attack came from behind, but it was a sword energy from far to near, falling on the body of a high-level demon.

With a puff, the upper demon's body was cut open by the sword energy and fell towards the ground.

Meng Jianfeng appeared in the rear in time.

He laughed loudly: "Zi Chen, these guys are handed over to me, the magic knife is yours!"

The spirit clans who had fled before had already stopped at this moment. Of course they had seen Zi Chen, and they were delighted at the moment.

Tianfeng's body dissipated, and there were gusts of hurricanes in the field out of thin air. Those black hurricanes swept the bodies of all the upper-level spirit races.

The next moment, these spirit races were transferred to the rear battlefield.

These Spirit Races are not weak in combat power, but they are still much worse than the Demon Saber Messenger.

Right now, with Zi Chen fighting against the Demon Saber Messenger, they naturally have the confidence to deal with these demons.

Zi Chen said a quick fight, and then rushed towards the magic knife messenger.

The magic knife messenger also shouted angrily, and charged forward with the knife.

When the two knives met, a clang sounded.

At this moment, the stone knife showed the quality and strength not weaker than the magic knife.

A ripple spread out, and the two were knocked back one after another.

Stabilizing their stature, the two charged forward again, and the two swords met again.

hum!

On the right hand of the magic knife envoy, the complete palm of the magic bone was activated, and a tyrannical breath emerged.

When feeling the overwhelming power coming from the opposite side, Zi Chen also unhesitatingly aroused all his strength.

The same magic bone palm also uses a long knife.

The roar of energy forms a more powerful counter-shock force.

When the powerful fluctuations scattered, the existences of those upper realms in the distance also avoided one after another, not daring to approach.

In the same power confrontation, the Mozu's body obviously retreated more, which means that Zichen's strength is stronger.

"Magic knife cut!"

Countless demonic energy began to linger, and the demonic knife in the hands of the demons suddenly trembled, followed by a terrifying aura, and Zi Chen felt a life-threatening pressure.

On his body, the thunder light flickered, releasing a vast light.

The magic knife fell from the sky.

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