Chapter 445 Big Ben Thunder Sword

At this time, people with bright eyes can see that Zong Tianyang's defeat has been decided and he is unable to return to heaven. In fact, Zong Tianyang knew that he was suffering. He didn't want to distance himself and fight with Gan Ping with the five dragons, but just when he wanted to dodge, he didn't know where a power of restraint came from. Although he broke away in an instant, he was also entangled by Gan Ping, and Gan Ping's two big sleeves did not know. What's so strange about Tao? Unexpectedly, there were bursts of suction from the faint, which made him slow down, which made Zong Tianyang's heart surprised.

How did he know? Just when he started, Gan Ping used the skill of pointing to make steel. Although in order to avoid the exposure of this magic power, Gan Ping only exerted a bit of power, it was enough for the masters to compete with each other. When it comes to magic weapons, Gan Ping thinks that the magic blood knife in his hand is no worse than that of the five dragons, especially the body of the magic knife, which is indestructible. It is the existence that even fairy weapons can be broken. With a knife in your hand, you can split the five dragons from fire in two pieces in an instant. However, this is not the right time. He has to go through several conflicts. Dou, the smiling and romantic fairy is staring at it, not to mention that there are several masters who are comparable to the Liuyun fairy spying secretly?

At any time, don't easily show your cards. This is Gan Ping's experience after countless life and death. Only when you take action at the most critical moment can you have the greatest effect of terrible things such as the Heavenly Demon Blood God Sword. With a punch, Gan Ping turned his palm into a claw and grabbed Zong Tianyang's chest fiercely. Gan Ping did not tolerate this person who almost hurt his life. Under the pain, Zong Tianyang screamed, raised his arms, and rolled to the corner of the ring.

Under this blow, he actually scratched the armor on Zong Tianyang's body, and the blood in it was dripping with deep bones. Today's Ganping, the power of the body alone has a giant of 120,000 stones. Zhenyuan is stimulated, and the ten fingers are like knives. Even if the armor on Zong Tianyang's body is as high as one product, it is vaporized by the flame attached to the palm of Gan Ping's hand and dissipates invisible.

And on the two people's heads, the dragon and a bird also beat the dragon transformed by the five fire feather snakes. The spirit is almost impossible to be destroyed, but it can be cut and broken up by the body. There is a strange cry between the three feet, and the sharp bird's beak pops out suddenly. It pecks on the cluster of flames on the top of a fire feather snake's head, and then three monsters that are like steel and iron cast fiercely tore it, tear the fire feather snake to pieces in an instant. A piece.

The three-legged golden black eyes stared, quacked strangely, raised his neck, and swallowed the cluster of flames above the head of the fire feather snake spirit. The flame is a wisp of spiritual fire cultivated by this artifact for thousands of years, but now it has been swallowed by this rogue Jinwu. With a wailing, the fragments of the fire feather snake instantly turned into a streamer and flew back to the five dragons hanging in the air, obviously suffering a heavy blow. But this Jinwu is a little big. Even if she is an ancient divine bird and the nemesis of the genus of snakes and insects, I don't know how many years the fire feather snakes in front of her have been cultivated, and they are extremely strong.

Taking advantage of Jinwu's complacency, the remaining fire feather snake immediately spread its wings, circled behind Jinwu, and entangled it. It is the portrayal of this Jinwu that should have taken advantage of the victory to catch the remaining fire feather snake, but he became complacent here. Entangled by the dragon transformed by the fire feather snake, the golden black immediately screamed, and a pair of fire wings waved desperately, and for a moment, the hot wind overflowed and the flames flew.

"Wo!" This Zong Tianyang is also good. In this case, he can still resist stubbornly. A long sword like autumn water has appeared in the palm of a rolling hand. The runes on it are densely and terrible, and the whole person carries the sound of wind and thunder, like a fire thunder rushing towards Gan Ping. "Big Run Thunder Sword!" It is one of the swordsmanships of Chaoyang Valley Town, the thunder swordsmanship!

Move like the wind, attack like fire, sound like tired, fast as electricity! Which of these elite disciples of these sects is like? At present, he is forced by Gan Ping. Zong Tianyang immediately used his swordsmanship that he had not fully mastered, obviously in a desperate posture. He is not a fire spirit body like Gan Ping, but this Chaoyang Valley inherits the skills of Zhiyang Zhigang. This big run thunder sword is also a Chaoyang Valley senior who realized, temporarily turning the whole body Zhenyuan into a thunder and fire attribute, and sacrificed his life to a swordsmanship.

"Bang!" Zong Mingcheng's face turned pale, and he had crushed the teacup in his palm, and his eyes were full of worry. Father and son are connected. I know that my son has been treated like a moon by stars since I was a child, and I have not suffered any setbacks. Previously, after the matter of Bixin, Zong Tianyang was hit hard. Although he was severely damaged by Gan Ping that day, he lost the heart of the beauty.

Since then, Zong Tianyang has studied the thunder swordsmanship of Daben. Gan Ping has the intention of defeating this Zong Tianyang. Why doesn't Zong Tianyang have the idea of killing Gan Ping on the spot? In his heart, Gan Ping is already an enemy who hates his wife. However, this big running thunder sword is one of the peerless swordsmanship in the secret legend of Chaoyang Valley. When it is cultivated to the depths, the whole person turns into a rolling thunder with a sword, hurting people's souls, and has no power. Isn't it so easy to practice?

Even if this kind of genius is far more qualified than ordinary people, it also has its own limitations. Isn't he a fire qualification? It's just that Chaoyang Valley's own secret method can enable the qualification of other attributes to practice pure yang fire skills, but that's just a change, and this big run thunder swordsmanship is simply the most masculine existence. If this Zong Tianyang practiced and participated in enlightenment for more than a hundred years, raised his cultivation to the realm of Yuanshen, and transformed the five elements of yin and yang, he may be able to practice this swordsmanship to a great success, but at present, he is only half-knowledged and struggled to send out.

The rolling thunder flashed, and Gan Ping's eyes narrowed. Seeing that Zong Tianyang turned into a fire, the red thunder and fire spread all over the ring, and from time to time, a trace of a twitch hit Gan Ping's body, making him frown slightly. This is the symptom of lightning instability. Many monks in Chaoyang Valley are looking at Zong Tianyang on the stage nervously. They are most familiar with the Daben Thunder Sword. In front of them, Heze Zong Tianyang's thunderlight is scattered. Although the power is amazing, it can't be condensed in one place. If it is lower than their own cultivation, it's good to say, but if they encounter cultivation It's worrying if it's far more than your opponent.

Unfortunately, Gan Ping belongs to the latter. Although the fire and thunder came from me, Gan Ping was not afraid. Even if you don't have time to refine the armor at present, your strong physical strength alone is enough to resist this aggressive swordsmanship. In the thunderlight, Gan Ping could clearly see that the arm of Zong Tianyang holding the long sword quickly melted in the thunderlight. In an instant, he had lost most of his flesh and blood, revealing the bones inside, but Zong Tianyang was unmoved and roared at Gan Ping with a ferocious smile on his face.

The power of thunder is the most domineering. Gan Ping was just a few drops of thunder pulp stained by Wenlei Pool that day. With his forging practice at that time, he had to be refined for a long time to resolve it. The reason why Ma Linger was able to quench her body for three years was that she relied on the power of the nine-turn Yunxin lotus born out of thin air by the creation of heaven and earth in the Wenlei Pool. Otherwise, with her body at that time, like Wen Lei Pool, it would be eroded and completely vaporized.

At present, the big run thunder sword used by Zong Tianyang is the powerful thunder that transforms the whole body Zhenyuan into a powerful fire. This fire thunder is more violent and powerful than the thunder pulp specially used for quenching the body. With the current cultivation of Zong Tianyang, it can't be fully controlled at all. The fire thunder just appeared, and it had corroded his body to pieces and flew around. There was only Sensen white bones left in one arm, but with the strong vitality of the Yuanying monk, he was still persisting. Obviously, he had worked hard.

This life-savement sword was simply fierce and fierce. The indomitable momentum made Gan Ping a little moved. Seeing the light in Zong Tianyang's eyes, he was immediately alert. Obviously, Zong Tianyang exerted this sword with all his strength. In the transformation of life and death, he has understood the essence of kendo and is invincible! This is the kendo scripture that Mo Congfeng once told Gan Ping. No matter which peerless sword practice, his perception is nothing more than this. Cultivation of immortals is originally against the sky, and you need to have great courage. As a swordsman, you should have the belief to break through all obstacles.

These words are easy to say, but how many can you do? There is a great horror between life and death. Even those who are like a rock in Taoism can't escape this barrier. After all, the longer you live, the more you know the beauty of living. How many people in the world are not afraid of life and death? If everyone is like that, there will not be so many monks in the Mahayana realm who use secret methods to avoid the world and avoid the disaster. Since Gan Ping's debut, he has never seen a Mahayana monk. It is not that there is no Mahayana monk, but that these old monsters are afraid of that day's disaster. When they reach that level of cultivation, although they can exert great power, their power also exceeds the limits of the world, which is very likely to attract disaster.

At present, this Zong Tianyang obviously understands the essence of this kendo in this life-and-death struggle. As long as he can survive this great disaster of life and death, he will definitely advance rapidly and eventually grow into a generation of peerless swordsmen. But will Gan Ping give him this opportunity? The eyes flashed, and the colorful flame of Gan Ping's palm had risen. The flame swaying turned out to be strangely black, but everyone's eyes, such as the fire control such as the boundless Zi and Mo Congfeng, shrank. Unexpectedly, the skill of the two lovers' fire control has reached such a point. There is no black flame, obviously the flame has arrived. A terrible temperature has burned up the surrounding light space, showing a strange color.

The thunder was shining, the sword breath roared, and the hair in front of Gan Ping's forehead was slightly scorched. The big thunder sword had come to the front door, and no one noticed that under the black flame of Gan Ping's hands, a pair of palms had been covered with a layer of fiery red and fine scales, and his nails also soared by several inches, looking like the fire dragon. The claws are generally the same. Seeing that the sword light had arrived in front of him, and in the thunder, half of his cheek was swallowed by the thunder, and the ferocious face that exposed the bones inside was also clearly visible.

In the exclamation of everyone, Gan Ping did not dodge, and two flames in his hands suddenly rushed up a few feet, grabbing the thunder sword! Zong Tianyang's face is no longer human, but his eyes are bloodthirsty ecstasy. The mysterious soldier in his palm is as high as Yipin. Even if you are a body cast in copper and iron, you will crack it for me. Thinking of this, Zong Tianyang let out a ferocious smile. At this moment, he twisted the sword in his palm fiercely and wanted to cut off Gan Ping's palm!