Chapter 100 Yuanying Magic Robbery
(first update! Do you want to enjoy the collection? The second update and the third update are still in the evening...)
The bloody thunderstorm of Yuanying is very horrible.
From beginning to end, it is almost the power of bloody thunder, domineering, with a total of seven weights.
When Zhang Yan was crossing the disaster, it was late at night. When the bloody thunderstorm came, almost the whole Wanyuan City was shocked. They walked out of the house and looked up in the direction of the Sword Tower.
The sky should have been as dark as ink, but at this time it was filled with endless blood, especially above the sacrificial sword tower. The extremely bright blood thunder rumbled, like purgatory suddenly appeared and the end of the world.
Such a scene was indeed extremely shocking. The children were even so scared that they forgot to cry, and the beasts crawled to the ground, and even those powerful sword practitioners felt a trace of heart palpitation.
This is a disaster!
Unheard of horrible disasters!
And in this endless bloody ocean, a figure suddenly appeared in the air, with his hands on his backs, looking up at the sky, hunting in his clothes, and his posture was as sharp as a gun, proud as a green pine on the cliff.
In the bloody sky, the hurricane began to roar, and the blood-colored thunder split fiercely, which was as thick and dazzling as a hundred-foot-long bloody dragon. And this figure suddenly soared all over, and his long hair danced wildly.
He took action and did not avoid the thunder arc.
What is incredible is that before the thunderous power of this world, he was not split into the air, but rushed up again!
The bloody arc split on him, splashing countless strings of small electric light. Bathed in bloody thunder, he seemed to have become a bloody god of thunder and lightning, unparalleled plagiarism.
The sky seemed to be enraged and seemed to be afraid of his close contact with him, so more and more dense blood thunder rumbled down. From afar, it looked like a huge waterfall pouring down from the sky.
A waterfall composed of countless bloody thunder!
And this figure was completely submerged, submerged in blood thunder, and no longer saw him.
He... died?
But those bloody thunder are still rolling...
Everyone is surprised.
At this moment, the man's image exploded blood-colored thunder like a cannonball, like a person locked in an iron cage smashing the iron cage and flying out. His expression was as powerful as a tiger!
At this time, he was shrouded in a faint purple smoke, as if he was wearing a purple coat, and his eyes were rolling like a whirlpool of prickly electric light, and there was a secluded and arrogant breath in the awe-inspiring and domineering atmosphere, as if he looked at the thunder around him as nothing.
Who is this guy?
What a horrible cultivation...
Just as everyone marveled, the figure moved again. He was like a poet walking leisurely in the bloody thunder. No matter how many bloody thunders there are, he can always break them with his hands and smell them leisurely.
The power of thunder has no longer violently exploded, and began to transform into a ball the size of a grinding disc, like countless comets roaring to the ground. The scene was like a meteor shower, but the place where the meteor shower landed was too concentrated and too single.
They are going towards that figure!
In the face of such an attack, the figure suddenly had a long sword in his hand, and the sword body shot endless flames. Then he moved quickly, like a streamer, and couldn't see his figure at all.
But the flame-like sword clearly reflected in everyone's eyes, and the sword pierced hundreds of thunder blood cells in an instant like a ghost. The thunder blood cells were punctured and exploded into a silk arc flying all over the sky, as bright and eye-catching as fireworks exploding in the air.
Some people are marveling, and some people look extremely shocked and solemn. The trajectory of the long sword dance, the power of action, seems to be swordsmanship?
This swordsmanship is like a god soaring in the sky. Xia Yun comes out of Xiu, which is strange and unpredictable. It doesn't look like swordsmanship at all, because his moves are too fast and too scary.
The flame sword rotates freely, implicitly and unrestrainedly. With the movement of the pace, the tip of the sword seems to be rhythmically heavy and light, or condensed and thick, or fluttering and elegant, astringent and extremely tension like a cone sand. The changes in moves are dangerous and strange, capricious, and the momentum is more like a storm, flowing and flying, full of pleasure!
This is not like a kind of swordsmanship at all, and even it is not swordsmanship at all!
Only a few people noticed the true meaning, but this result shocked them so much that they almost lost their hearts.
This is the highest level of swordsmanship and the ultimate swordsmanship!
A swordsman began to practice sword skills when building the foundation, and when they were in the Golden Dan period, they began to practice swordsmanship again... Who can say that he has reached the peak of his sword skills during the foundation period? In the Jindan period, he reached the peak of swordsmanship again?
No!
Most sword practitioners automatically abandon the previous sword formulas with the improvement of their realm. Just like a swordsman in the foundation-building period, his sword skills are not very good, but he has advanced in the golden elixir period, and of course he can practice more advanced swordsmanship. Their level of sword cultivation may not be very high.
There are no guys who can practice sword skills or swordsmanship to the peak in the world of ten thousand swords, but they are too rare. These people are all talented people. I'm afraid there is only one of the 100,000 swordsmen.
And the guy who is crossing the disaster in front of him, his swordsmanship must have reached the peak, so how horrible should his qualifications be? What kind of supreme sword formula does he practice?
At this moment, they are really a little jealous...
The thunder blood cells falling in the air were punctured and exploded one by one, gradually becoming sparse and eventually becoming nothing. At this time, the air turned into a strange silence.
It was so quiet that there was not even a sound of wind.
The sounds of hurricanes, thunder and clouds are all gone. The whole world is filled with a depressing atmosphere that makes people want to flee in a hurry, which makes people breathless.
Everyone in Wanyuan City turned pale and suffocated.
And the figure also seemed to be aware of the danger. He looked up at the sky and did not move, but the purple haze spread on his body became thicker and thicker.
At this quiet but extremely dangerous moment, a clear shadow suddenly flew out of the sacrificial tower and suddenly stood in the void above the sacrificial pagoda.
is Lord Tsing Yi!
Everyone saw this scene and couldn't help exclaiming together, and the suppressed breath in their hearts was relieved.
Their eyes turned to Qingyi, wanting to see what Lord Qingyi would do when he crossed the disaster, but they saw that he did not walk to the man who crossed the disaster, but pulled out a sword, and then gently threw it directly into the center of the sword tower.
Then the sword weapon turned into a huge light curtain shadow, like a sword weapon that has expanded countless times, covering the whole sword tower.
The pupils of the crowd contracted sharply, looking at the huge sword shadow in the void.
Your Excellency, is he trying to protect the sword tower?
Is it that the next catastrophe is so terrible that even the lord of Tsing Yi is worried about it will spread to the Sword Tower?!
The crowd who was a little closer to the disaster couldn't help holding their heads and running, fled to a very far place, and then looked at the sky with fear.
Boom!
There was a thunderstorm between heaven and earth, and the silence was shredded in an instant.
A dazzling red light burst out of the void and instantly illuminated the whole world.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Like the footsteps of death, he stepped out slowly in a very regular way. Every step shook the whole sky, as if it had been smashed by a heavy hammer.
An indescribable destructive breath rose little by little with the sound and spread within a hundred miles around.
When this destructive breath reached its extreme, the bloody sky seemed to be torn by a long opening by the gods, revealing the raging and violent black inside.
Space tearing, black hole turbulence!
Everyone couldn't help exclaiming in unison.
At this moment, a dazzling figure stepped out of the black hole turbulence.
He was covered with thick blood and ten feet tall, like a fire giant made of pure flames. Walking out of the black hole, he seemed to look around and even stretched out.
The sound of inhaling cold air fluctuated in all corners of Wanyuan City.
This... Is it a disaster?
It's really not like a natural disaster, but like a spiritual body that can't see through whether man is a god!
The eyes of Qingyi suddenly fell on the fire giant, and endless fighting spirit burst out of his eyes.
Not bad, it's a fighting spirit!
In the eyes of this sword at the peak of the Huashen level, a fierce sense of war appeared for the first time.
But he didn't move. This is a disaster.
is a natural disaster that belongs to Zhang Yan himself!
The narrow black space torn out of the sky has been restored as before, and endless blood covers it again. And in the bloody sky, the fire giant who came to the broken space stepped out and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yan like a teleportation!
Then hit it with a punch!
A head-sized fist smashed down with endless blood. When the fist shines, it breaks into powder everywhere!
Zhang Yan couldn't avoid it at all. He was hit in the air by this punch and into the depths of the ground dozens of feet.
One punched a swordsman to the peak of swordsmanship!?
Everyone was completely stagnant, and the scene in front of them almost collapsed. Their minds were blank, just subconsciously thinking, is it possible to survive if they are blown away by this punch?
Ah~!
An angry cry came from the ground, and with the sound, Zhang Yan's figure suddenly flew out of the ground. As if enchanted, his whole body roared towards the fire giant with a solid purple light.
His cold and handsome face was twisted, and there was a trace of blood stains on the corners of his mouth. When he approached the fire giant, his right hand was raised, and there was a black shining bead inside.
Xuanyan Soul Pearl!
The top-level magic weapon above the Xuanbao level!
A pure black flame surged out of the mysterious flame beads, like a large area of ink splashed in the void, rushing towards the fire giant.
"Moyan Spirit Fire!"
A urn shouted like a dry thunder on the ground, and the voice was full of indescribable surprise.
Everyone was stunned, including Qingyi, including Zhang Yan, who was less than ten feet away from the Fire Giant.
And the owner of this voice... It turned out to be this fire giant!
buzz~
Everyone only felt that their heads were completely messed up.
A living person?
This is a disaster! It comes from the most ruthless power of heaven and earth. How can there be a living person who can speak?
PS: Well, I didn't plan to write about the disaster yesterday, but the book friends were very dissatisfied and strongly asked for a chapter, so...
Well, if you are dissatisfied, you will point it out. I am very satisfied to make each other very happy.