Thunder Martial

The sky and the earth suddenly lit up, and the sword light had arrived.

With a puff, blood flew, and a spirit clan standing in front of Meng Huai was pierced by a sword.

With a look of astonishment on his face, he looked forward in disbelief, but he didn't expect that he didn't even block a sword.

"Second sword!"

Meng Jianfeng's voice sounded again, he stabbed forward with a sword in his hand, and another sword light pierced through the air.

Meng Huai started to back away, her eyes full of fear.

The other three rushed forward, trying to block the sword.

With a puff, the body of the second Spirit Race was pierced through.

Zi Chen looked at Meng Jianfeng at this moment, and after two sword strikes in a row, the strong light shining on his body dimmed a bit.

At the same time, his breathing became weaker.

He didn't know what technique it was, but he knew that Meng Jianfeng inspired life.

Once he no longer draws the sword, that is when he dies.

The two hadn't known each other for a long time, but Meng Jianfeng was willing to give up his life to remove obstacles for him, which moved Zichen very much.

On the side of the gods and demons, everyone has returned.

They didn't make a move, they all looked ahead silently.

At this moment, Meng Jianfeng showed extremely strong combat power, which already posed a threat to them.

But unfortunately, the opponent has no time to attack them.

Langdon, the leader of the Protoss, sneered: "This is the Spirit Race, a race that will never unite and fight among themselves all day long! How glorious the Spirit Race was back then, and how powerful the Holy One of the Thunder Clan was. In the midst of infighting?"

His eyes fell on Zichen again. If it hadn't been for the infighting before, the other party would have snatched two magic knives. Once the magic knives are brought back, the future opponent may become another one comparable to Meng Chuan. The presence.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.

The leader of the demon clan was also silent, but there was not much sarcasm on his face, but there was some regret.

Obviously,

He regretted not being able to confront such a strong spirit race.

puff!

Meng Jianfeng had already unleashed four swords in a row, and the four people brought by Meng Huai were all killed.

They couldn't even block a sword!

Meng Huai fled and shouted in horror: "Meng Jianfeng, are you going to rebel? Do you know my identity, I will definitely not let you go back! Now, I will give you a chance to turn around and kill Zi Chen!"

hum!

The world trembled, and the light on Meng Jianfeng's body suddenly dimmed, and a brighter and more terrifying sword energy drew a straight line of light and flew forward.

Meng Huai, who was terrified, felt that death was approaching. He shouted loudly, and a piece of ancient jade appeared in his hand, which he crushed immediately.

Gu Yu turned into a ray of light and protected him.

The sword energy fell on the light, stirring up countless ripples.

With a roar, the sword energy exploded.

Meng Jianfeng seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago. When the sword energy exploded, he had already flew in front of Meng Huai, and stabbed out with the second sword.

The light transformed by the ancient jade began to distort continuously. In the light, Meng Huai's eyes widened, terrified.

Snapped!

The light shattered and turned into countless light spots.

"die!"

Meng Jianfeng gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of anger, and the third sword fell.

This sword pierced directly into Meng Huai's neck.

A strong force entered Meng Huai's body through the long sword, extinguishing his vitality.

The leader, Meng Huai, died.

Meng Jianfeng withdrew his long sword and looked back at Zichen. The tyrannical aura surging around him had become very weak at this moment.

The long sword disappeared in his hands, he cupped his fists and apologized to Zi Chen: "I'm sorry."

Zi Chen said: "He is him, you are you, there is no need to be like this."

"Zichen, I can see that you have great potential, you are different from us, and you are extremely extraordinary. Next, it's up to you."

Meng Jianfeng's figure turned into countless light spots and disappeared.

Claps of applause rang out, and a burst of laughter rang out, "It's really touching. I never thought that the scheming spirit race would have such a touching side."

Zi Chen turned his head and looked at the leader of the demon clan who was speaking.

Taking advantage of the previous battle, Tianfeng and Youming have already left here.

Although dying here is not a real physical death, but after losing the physical body, it will take a huge price to regain the same look.

Right now, there are only the last nine people here, four protoss, four demons, and one Zichen.

The eight people approached here, with malicious intent in their eyes.

Zi Chen said coldly: "Why, do you want eight to fight one?"

The leader of the demon clan said: "Your aggressive method is useless to us. You are the only one here right now. Naturally, we can kill you as we want!"

Langdon, the leader of the protoss, said: "Although your friend's actions are very touching, there are too few such people in the spirit race. In addition, he is too stupid, so what if he gave up his own life? Are you still dead after all?"

Zi Chen said: "That's not necessarily the case, as long as you don't go up together, I will have a way to kill you one by one."

Langdon snorted coldly and said, "Kill!"

The two protoss holding the scepter immediately stepped forward, and countless rays of divine light erupted from the scepter in their hands.

The leader of the demon clan who saw this scene also smiled lightly at this moment, and said: "Then we will also send out two, and we will make up if there is less!"

The two magic knife messengers flew out.

Above the two scepters, two rays of divine light flew out first.

The divine light is mighty, straight forward.

Zi Chen's figure disappeared from the spot, using Thunder Flash.

The earth roared, and the divine light entered the ground, and there were two bottomless deep holes on the ground.

Zichen appeared in front of the two protoss.

hum!

There was a tremor from the side, and two magic knives came one after another, forming terrible pressure and suppressing Zi Chen.

Zichen's lightning body was stimulated, and the energy in his body vibrated, and he immediately broke free from the pressure, and then used the lightning flash again to disappear.

The rays of light staggered, leaving two clear white marks in the sky.

After flashing to the distance, just after it appeared, the divine light approached again.

Zichen can only hide again!

Right now, Zi Chen is fighting against four, and they are all strong men of the gods and demons, which makes him feel extremely stressed.

When the thunder flashed, he retreated quickly.

During this period, a thunderbolt shot forward, drawing a thunderbolt arc.

Swish!

The flying knife moved forward and went straight to a demon.

The Mozu held the knife to block, and with a clang, the flying knife was knocked back.

"This is Thunder Sword!"

Seeing this scene, Langdon's expression couldn't help but change.

First there was Thunder Flash, and then there was Thunder Sword. They were all Thunder Clan's powerful Thunder Skills. They really didn't believe that the other party was not from the Thunder Clan.

Even Lei Ting Yu Dao was blocked, Zi Chen really had no choice.

He started backing away.

Stamps when going backwards.

Lightning Control Technique!

This is the only chance for him to win right now.

As long as it can be used eight times in succession, the battle will end accordingly.

And he will be the ultimate winner!