The Thunder God was shocked by the Heavenly Punishment!
This move was not originally part of the Purple Thunder Sword Technique, but was created by Xiang Wuhen, a descendant of Xiang Yu, the Overlord of Western Chu. This move uses a huge thunder ball pushed by the limit of life, like a punishment from heaven. An ordinary person can only use it three times in his lifetime.
But the power of the ultimate move is so strong that it is unbelievable and terrifying!
The name of Divine Punishment is absolutely worthy of its name!
In an instant, the boundless power of the Eternal Heavenly Blood Divine Force continued to reach an incredible peak level, making Temujin's entire face red.
The next moment, he raised the Nine Nether Thunder Blade in his hand, and electricity burst out from his body. Unparalleled lightning power burst out from the blade, with the power to split the sky and crack the earth!
All the electric currents rushed towards a point on the blade of the lightning knife, entangled and intertwined to form an ever-expanding lightning ball. As the structure became tighter and tighter, the color became darker and richer.
After a moment, the electric current finally condensed into a black evil ball that was more than ten feet long and full of ominous and terrifying meaning!
The ninth strike of the Purple Thunder Sword Technique—the Divine Thunder Demon's Shocking Heavenly Punishment—is finally complete!
Temujin let out a long roar, swung his sword and finally attracted the black evil ball to fly forward. He took the initiative and went straight for Emperor Bing of Zhao!
Ding!
Amidst a series of heart-pounding noises, the surface of the Black Evil Ball began to surge with violent ripples, and it grew, expanded, and expanded at an astonishingly fast speed!
An unimaginable nightmare scene appeared vividly before everyone's eyes. The ever-growing black evil ball had instantly transformed into an unprecedentedly terrifying giant with a diameter of more than a hundred feet. All matter in the world was wiped out in an instant if it was slightly touched. Its destructive power was truly immeasurable!
Looking at this incredible nightmare move, Emperor Bing of Zhao did not waver at all, because the earth-shaking force that had been accumulating for a long time had reached the final moment when it had to be launched!
Filled with the majestic energy of heaven and earth, Emperor Bing of Zhao, who felt like he couldn't hold back on expressing himself, immediately made a powerful move!
The five earth-shaking moves VS the shocking punishment of God of Thunder and Demon!
Storms, raging waves, flames, mountains, and thunder!
Five completely different kinds of divine power from heaven and earth, under the control of the innate Qiankun skill and the emperor's divine weapons, exerted unimaginable power!
The two most powerful and destructive martial arts that spanned thousands of years and dozens of generations of emperors finally met their final showdown here, on the Luo River!
Boom!
Amidst the earth-shaking explosion,
There were continuous loud noises, as if countless gunpowder exploded at the same time. The air was almost collapsed by the impact of this violent air wave. The space was distorted very badly, which was shocking and terrifying. It seemed that even the space could not withstand the fight between the two.
When people on both sides of the Luo River saw this earth-shattering, ghost-scaring move, they could not help but stay away from it, fearing that they would be implicated in the aftermath and lose their lives in vain.
At this point in the battle, the fight between these two has far exceeded the realm of mortals!
It was as if above the nine heavens, the Great Thunder Immortal who controlled the thunder of heaven and earth and the Immortal Guangcheng who had attained enlightenment thousands of years ago were mobilizing all they had learned in their life to engage in a life-and-death struggle.
Amid the explosion, a figure suddenly jumped out from the center of the impact and headed straight for the south bank of Luo River. It was actually Emperor Bing of Zhao.
Mu Yu was shocked and quickly flew up, using the infinitely mysterious "The Secret of Cause and Effect to Transform Karma" to dissolve the remaining thunder and lightning energy. He leaped and hugged the unconscious Zhao Dibing. The power of "The Washing Marrow Sutra" immediately flowed into Zhao Dibing's body and protected his heart meridians.
Temujin slowly landed on a piece of driftwood from the air, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, and barely supported his body with the thunder sword, saying: "... I... won!"
"Long live the Eternal Heaven! Long live the Khan! The Canglang is invincible!"
Deafening shouts came from the north bank of Luo River. Among the three competitions, the Mongols actually won the first one!
On the other side, in stark contrast, a depressing atmosphere instantly spread among the Central Plains warriors on the south bank of the Luo River. Temujin was so terrifying that even though Emperor Bing of Zhao used all five earth-shaking moves at once, he was ultimately defeated by him. Everyone began to feel more and more depressed.
Since we have lost the first battle, we must naturally strive to win the next two battles!
At this moment, there was a sudden loud noise from the south bank of Luoshui River. Yun Chongxiao leaped onto a floating log and shouted to the sky, "Yun Chongxiao is here, let me teach you about the masters of the second Mongolian formation!" The voice was not loud, but the Nine Yang Qi contained in it spread out boundlessly, with an aura that was so terrifying that people could not help but be intimidated.
"Nine Suns Martial God, you are so famous. Why don't we let Jamukha learn from your skills in this battle?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome man slowly walked to the front of the Luoshui Formation and looked at Yun Chongxiao from afar. The man was dressed in pure white clothes, white robe and white fox fur, and was incredibly handsome. His drooping bangs covered half of his eyes, making him look extremely gloomy.
Yun Chongxiao narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, his heart tightening involuntarily. Although this man was dressed in white, the unstoppable aura of death and decay was faintly permeating the sky. Its cold and terrifying nature should not be underestimated!
"You are the Poison King... Jamukha?"
Jamukha raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "My humble name is not worth mentioning. I hope that Lord God of War will show mercy!" After saying that, Jamukha made a very simple gesture of inviting hands.
Yun Chongxiao was on guard and had to gather the Nine Yang Qi first, quickly reaching the Nine Yang realm, and then he used his most skilled Fire Cloud Palm technique, and immediately launched a "Fire Dragon Piercing the Mountain" attack straight at Zhamuhe.
But Zhamuha didn't care at all. He stepped on the ground with his toes and rushed towards Yun Chongxiao like a shadow. With a wave of his hand, endless black evil energy swarmed towards him.
The Nine Yang Magic Art is a healing scripture that not only protects against all poisons, but also specifically overcomes all cold and negative internal forces. Yun Chongxiao has practiced the Nine Yang Magic Art to an unprecedented level. He did not take ordinary poisonous gas seriously, but the black gas emitted by Zhamukha's wave of his hand actually made Yun Chongxiao feel it for the first time.
fear
Yun Chongxiao immediately withdrew his hand, retracted the palm that had struck forward, spun on one foot, and transformed into the 'Fire Cloud Iron Bucket' style of the Nine Yang Five Absolutes Fire Cloud Palm. A huge amount of fire energy surged and swirled, forming a fire barrel that protected Yun Chongxiao's body firmly and isolated all the black air outside!
"You want to use such a despicable technique to deal with Yun? It's simply a pipe dream!"
Yun Chongxiao roared angrily, and the power of his scorching sun palm burst out like a spring, instantly blasting away all the annoying black air!
"Oh? Really?"
A ghostly sound suddenly came from behind Yun Zhongxiao, like a life-threatening wind from the Nine Netherworld Prison, chilling him to the bone and penetrating his heart. (To be continued)