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I heard someone say something in my ear in a trance, which seemed to be a little surprised. I couldn't explore it carefully, and there was already a Thunderbolt in mid-air. His heart jumped and leaped thousands of miles away, avoiding the lightning that hit him. He saw that the sky was full of countless electric sparks and sneered.

At this time, the yin wind that filled the whole space has disappeared, and the heavy light has been released into the air. There have been fingerprints between your hands. With a shout, countless swords came out in response. Before the thunder in the sky, they took the lead.

The overwhelming sound was deafening, and the cloud-filled thunder and fire were ready to go, but they were hit by swords and detonated in advance, and their vitality was suddenly vented. I only saw bright electric light everywhere, shining the dark sky like daylight.

Thunder disaster is far more than this wave, like a four-nine-day disaster, coming continuously. The endless thunder and fire gas gathered in the air, forming tens of millions of condensed apertures again and again. The heavy light is absorbed, the sword spirit is full of power, showing off its power in the void, and constantly testing the bottom line of the thunderstorm.

The violent sound was endless, accompanied by the early burst of thunder clouds. The heavy light sword skill has been fascinated. Whenever a thunder cloud will become a climate, he raises his hand and a sword spirit passes by, which instantly pierces Lei Yun's heart.

The man who controls the array is extremely powerful, and the thunder clouds imply the spirit of Western gold. Chongguang has already guessed the identity of this person in his heart, which should be the heavenly king Xi Ying who has practiced the seven killings of white tigers. The devil was destroyed by himself that day. He didn't expect to recover in just a year, and his magic power was better than before.

Thinking of Xi Ying, he immediately missed his strange flying sword. Although the origin is special and implies unexpected power, this sword is really useful for him, like an arm and a finger. Now, although the Liufuzhen Sword Sacrifice has been refined to the level of transformation, and the means are ever-changing, he still likes the feeling of having a sword in his hand and making it easy.

I don't know where this sword fell now. Whether it was taken away by Luo Hou or by whom, Chongguang can't feel the existence of the sword spirit at all.

Xi Ying's mana is not what it used to be, and the struggle between the two has been continuous. Chongguang finally understood the power of this formation. The fantasy array of the world is to trap the enemy with illusion, and the illusion itself does not have the ability to hurt people. People fall in the battle, and what they see and hear is the evolution of their own ideas. Like the two-year dust array, Xumizi has evolved into a flooded world, and has the ability to live in reality. It is already a first-class strange array in the world. So far, no one can crack it. At the beginning, he and Luohou were only cheap and took advantage of the incomplete defects of the array itself to get out of life.

But the array in front of us is completely different. Whether it is the evolutionary space or the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the array, it is a true existence. The wind summoned by the ghost ancestor, at this time, every piece of the thunder cloud laid by Xi Ying is by no means an illusion. If he is a little careless, he will end up ashes.

The fighting skills of the two became more and more fierce, and Xi Ying's mana did not seem to be exhausted. The continuous springs gushed out, and the thunder summoned was also getting faster and stronger. Fortunately, Chongguang practiced hard in the cave for two months, which not only corrected the deviations in his practice one by one, but also solidified the foundation. With the help of the magic of a direct method, he can still be more skillful.

The more he fought, the more frightened he became, and he secretly thought to himself: "How can Xi Ying's magic power be so strong? It's no less than the real thunder fire. He is just a distracted cultivation, not a big Luo Jinxian!"

At this time, he has broken 74 waves of thunder and fire, and the momentum of thunder and fire is becoming more and more fierce. Although the mana of heavy light is endless, he also feels a little difficult to fight for a long time. The seventy-fifth wave of offensive in waiting has not arrived, and it seems that the other party is also a little powerless. This rare moment of peace, Chongguang naturally needs to seize the time to adjust his breath.

He adjusted his breath for a small Sunday, and suddenly smelled a trace of danger, and the pores all over his body couldn't help tightening. The quiet sky in front of him was dark, and the source of danger was hidden behind the scenes, like a beast that chose people to eat.

The heavy light didn't wait long, and a long roar broke the long silence. The dark night was ruthlessly torn, and an arc of white light drove from the faraway sky, occupying more than half of the sky for a moment. I saw thunder everywhere in the clouds, and from time to time there was a deep sound of thunderbolt.

Light and shadow gather and circulate in the clouds, like a sand painting gradually taking shape. With an earth-shaking roar, this fierce beast hidden in the light and shadow finally appeared. It was as big as a mountain, its claws lurking, its ribs and wings. The whole body was staggered with thunder and lightning, and its muscles and bones were full of destructive power.

"Western White Tiger Yuanshen!" Chongguang grew a cold breath, and his whole body couldn't help trembling. In front of the huge body of the ancient saint, the whole world looked small. Before the White Tiger took action, Chongguang knew that he had lost. In the face of such an absolutely powerful power, any skill and spell is futile.

He has the consciousness of death, but he has gathered his whole body and is ready to fight to the death. The white tiger genshen did not move for a long time, and there was a strange emotion in his majestic eyes.

The heavy light is holding its breath and ready to go. He didn't know what the white tiger was thinking. Even if the Dharma body, one of the four ancient saints, was summoned, could not be dominated by a single seat.

The white tiger thought for a moment, and suddenly emitted an overwhelming rage. A touching roar, the tiger's tail full of thunder and lightning suddenly exerted its strength, and swept across more than half of the void.

The heavy light also shouted, which stimulated the mana within three feet of itself, forming a barrier to block vitality. Then he became one and jumped up, avoiding the only way of the tiger tail. Then I saw a trace of lightning passing over his head, and his whole body was like thunder. The body that had just flown up fell down again and barely stood firm, only feeling the limbs were weak.

It's just the remnants of the tiger's tail sweeping, which is as powerful as! Chongguang suddenly stopped his last bit of luck. He squatted down and gasped for a little, but saw that the tiger tail that had just passed did not look back and went straight to the southeast to sweep.

The white tiger's Dharma body actually has another goal, not for himself. Heavy light secretly said that it was dangerous. He did not dare to neglect for the rest of his life after the disaster. He grasped this moment of peace and good luck.

"Roar--" The white tiger fell empty, gently relaxed its claws, and its whole body jumped forward, which jumped half the sky. At this time, the white tiger had fallen in the southeast corner of the sky and hissed at the sky.

The heart of Chongguang moved, and an inexplicable sense of intimacy became stronger and stronger, and an incredible feeling rose in his chest. He was absorbed and stared at the direction of the white tiger's roar, where there was a large red haze reflecting the whole night sky.

The haze is getting thicker and thicker, and gradually turns into a fiery sea. The sea is full of stormy waves and a dangerous atmosphere. The white tiger's roar gradually stopped, restrained his minions, held his breath, and waited motionless. No one knows what this fierce ancient holy beast is expecting.