Chapter 214 Innocent Thunder

The teenager on the hillside raised his hand and wiped away his tears. He raised his head from the dim moonlight, and his eyes were so white that the moon was ashamed.

The wind blew from the distant mountains of Kanto, curling up the young man's gray hair.

If a person has experienced despair, there are only two ways to go, either to retreat and fall into the bottomless abyss, or step by step, walking on a cliff suspension bridge that is longer than a thin line, and may fall to pieces at any time.

Just when the first Wang Feng had no way to go, he suddenly saw hope. Although it was just his imagination, it was extremely small, but at this moment it was like the straw that was enough to save his life. After a lot of hardships, hope and despair, the first Wang Feng has long been exhausted. His body is like a rock, and his heart is like glass. He may collapse and break up at any time, but because he suddenly thought of her, the only trace of power hidden in his blood is finally ready to move.

The white eyes are getting whiter and whiter, facing the moonlight and starry night sky, turning like a whirlpool.

A golden light came out of his eyebrows, and the dance wavered, followed by another.

Looking from a distance, the white-eye teenager on the hillside was wrapped in golden light in the middle of his eyebrows, weaving into a big net to tighten his body. The golden light penetrated into his body from top to bottom, and a hot fire came out of the soles of his feet, as if to burn him into powder.

The secret art follows the changes of the five elements. The first king's style is the secret art of the gold department. When breaking through, it is naturally gold with fire.

As the fire on the hillside burns more and more, the wheel vortex in the young man's white eyes also separates a ripple. At a young time, it turns from two rounds to three rounds.

"It actually broke through."

The strange bat man grinned, and the interest between his eyebrows became stronger and stronger.

"But your breakthrough is different from ordinary people. It is not to achieve great success, but to squeeze the potential from your empty body and force you to break through to the heavenly product."

The strange bat has a full view of the secrets of the palace, and can see the means used by the first Wang Feng at a glance.

"Well, let's play for a while."

With a sneer, the strange batter stepped forward and jumped high halfway, as if a big bat with its wings glided across the gully and swept the remnants of the aisle in the night, so fast that people couldn't figure out which one was the real him.

The fire faded from the first Wang Feng, and his body seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, but his complexion was as pale as if he had just had a serious illness.

"Qingqing, now I'm the same as you."

The first Wang Feng muttered with a smile.

Forced to squeeze the potential and broke through to three rounds with the help of Baimu magic power. Although he had the cultivation of Tianpin, it was a great destruction to his body. The first Wang Feng knows this clearly, but as she said, when she is in pain and unhappy, think about those happy days and draw the power that overwhelms pain from them, and the body will gradually become numb and no longer feel any pain.

In the moonlight, the teenager suddenly raised his head and his white eyes rotated.

Among the fifteen parts of the Taoyuan Sanshi, there are many secrets that are not passed on, most of which are transmitted by blood, including his white-eye magic power.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a heavenly emperor with white eyes in the heavenly court. There are eighteen immortals hidden in the white eyes, and each god has two magical power. The Emperor of Heaven killed and swallowed the eighteen immortal gods one by one, and finally obtained the ability of the eighteen immortal gods, with thirty-six magical power in the palm of his hand, smiling proudly. Later, the emperor fell in love with a girl from the first family in Taoyuan Village, and he was afraid of the different path of heaven and man, so he dreamed for joy. The next day, the first girl was pregnant, and there were often natural white eyes in her offspring who could get magic power in her white eyes. As the age gradually ages, the bloodline is thin, and the natural white-eye people are becoming more and more rare. It often takes six or seven generations to appear one. And the first Wang Feng is the natural white-eye who has not appeared in the first family for a long time. Although the speed of practice is extremely fast and the understanding is extremely high, he has not been able to get magic power from the white eyes for nearly 20 years until tonight...

The blood soared and burned under the skin, and the three halos in the white eyes turned faster and faster. The first Wang Feng stared at the remnants of the flying, and his eyes trembled gently.

"White Emperor. Distinguish!"

In the snow-white pupils, the original blurred shadows gradually formed a line, and then turned into a ferocious smiling figure.

As soon as his eyes closed and opened, the first Wang Feng pinched the seal, suddenly pressed it to the soles of his feet, and said the truth: "Son!"

The gold mine hidden in the depths of the hillside was abrupt into his palm by the first Wang Feng. The gold liquid was like a pillar, swaying like a sway. The first Wang Feng's knees were slightly bent. With the help of the impact of gold liquid, it was like a Sirius roaring to the moon.

"Fight!"

The thick gold pillar of more than 20 feet was manipulated in the palm of the palm by the first Wang Feng like a long whip. It was hard but soft, and was smashed heavily before the strange bats had reacted.

The miserable strange scream sounded from the east of Taiqing Town. The remnants of the strange bat were seen through by the first king wind, and he was smashed into the mountain by the first king wind without any power to fight back. The whole person was deeply immersed in the mud, and his breath was absent.

The strange bat didn't expect that the first king storm, who was already the end of the crossbow, had such a strong fighting power when he counterattacked. Not only he, but also An Bochen, who was hidden on one side, did not expect it.

Lei Zhu entered Yuan Sanlang's body, and Yuan Sanlang seemed to have become An Bochen's split. The nine thunder beads were divided into three numbers, and each flew into Yuan Sanlang's upper, middle and lower three-way Dantian, strongly pressing the remaining souls of heaven and fate, and controlling Yuan Sanlang's every move with the thoughts transmitted by An Bochen. What's more amazing is that An Bochen passed on the water art, and Yuan Sanlang could also turn into long water. As An Bochen swam to the east of the town, it was hidden.

An Bochen hid beside him, not sitting on the mountain to watch the tiger fight, but waiting for a good opportunity.

In Yuan Sanlang's memory, although the cultivation strength of the strange bat is not as strong as the top three, at nightfall, he is the existence that makes the other legendary masters afraid. An Bochen knew that the first Wang Feng who broke through the triple round would definitely fight back, or slightly lose to the strange bats, or no matter which one, it was the best time for An Bochen to attack. However, I didn't expect that the first Wang Feng who broke through to Tianpin was so strong that he killed the strange bat on the spot with just one move. Another legendary master fell under their so-called stepping stone. An Bochen shook his head and smiled and was about to appear.

A haze climbed up in the moonlight, like a pool of mud standing up strangely, behind the first Wang Feng.

In a blink of an eye, the earth splashed, and the strange bat with a tyrannical face full of blood shouted and rose to the sky. Before the first Wang Feng could react, he was strangled by the strange bat from behind. His arms and legs were entangled, and his slender and sharp teeth stretched out from the corners of his mouth and fiercely inserted into the neck of the first Wang Feng.

The cold feeling overflowed the whole body along the back, as if under an iron nail. The first Wang Feng trembled and used all his strength, but it was difficult to move half a time.

He couldn't see the demon behind him, but he could feel the blood flowing out of the broken blood vessels. The more he flowed, the weaker he became. It was difficult for the first Wang Feng to recall those happy days. The darkness submerged him, and the strength in his body gradually disappeared like ebb.

Is it over like this?

The first Wang Feng asked blankly, and there was no reply. He was the only one in the dark world. The light gradually faded away, with those happy or painful memories.

"Good blood!"

The strange bats are eating happily and drinking well.

Since he is a legendary master with the mission of saving Da Kuang, how can he only have the same ability? He has many skills, such as shadows, such as underground escapes, and sucking human blood, most of which are carried out under the night. The night is his best coat. The blood flowing under the night always has an intoxicating beauty, and the blood of the first king wind is even more delicious. The blood exudes a complex smell, including unwillingness, regret, sadness and despair. In short, it is his favorite smell.

The eyes gradually turned white, not the eyes of the first king wind, but the eyes of the strange bat. There was a small sound of footsteps in my ear, and an elegant gorgeous man appeared in his white and red eyes.

The strange batke looked at Yuan Sanlang with a sneer. He reluctantly pulled out his fangs and licked the blood on his lips and said, "It seems that Yuan Sanlang has also done a great job."

"It's just a matter of an eye in the blink of an eye."

Yuan Sanlang rolled up his sleeve and walked to the strange bat guest with a smile. He was elegant and noble, but he was humble.

"Would you like to drink together?"

"You can only drink this blood."

"That's why you don't have a blessing."

Qi Batke shook his head and smiled, ignored Yuan Sanlang, and continued to drink the blood of the first Wang Feng.

The fangs were inserted into the skin for an inch, and Yuan Sanlang was only two steps away from the fangs. The fangs pierced and licked the blood, and the eyes of the fangs began to turn white again.

The cold wind rolled up in the green mountains. In the cold wind, Yuan Sanlang suddenly took a step forward, his arms like a shuttle, and pierced into the back of the strange bat.

"Roar!"

The half-demon and half-ghost teenager roared sadly, pulled out his fangs in pain, and turned around in great pain, staring at Yuan Sanlang in disbelief.

"Did you forget that you can't kill me... Who the hell are you?"

Yuan Sanlang didn't say anything. What he said was a silver gun roaring from behind him.

At the critical moment, the strange bat was not soft. Two bloody bone spurs rushed out of his ribs and directly tore Yuan Sanlang's body into two pieces. Yuan Sanlang's body was originally abandoned by An Bochen. His role was only to use his identity as the master to approach the strange bat and make a violent blow.

While the strange bat guest tore Yuan Sanlang's body, the silver gun roared.

"Miso!"

The voice of Jin Tiemo's white bones echoed in the mountains. An Bochen's shot impartially pierced the heart of the strange bat, but there were only dense white bones in his heart.

"Waste!"

The strange bat's face has twitched and deformed, but he still doesn't forget to scold Yuan Sanlang's body.

Turning into a shadow, the strange batman suddenly pulled back, abruptly pulled out his body innocently, pinched out the seal with both hands, and his body couldn't help retreating.

An Bochen is sure to have the upper hand, and Rongqi Batke escaped.

Step forward quickly, the three trends of feng shui and fire fell one after another in their eyes, and they were submerged by the thunder gushing from the soul body. An Bochen was like a wind and shadow, with the momentum of thunder, which was not slow as strange bats at all.

The mystery of the soul that remained during the return of the divine tour separated a trace of innocence. In the rush, An Bochen's wrist trembled and suddenly stabbed out the silver gun.

- Innocence. Run the thunder.