Wuzhen Cangqiang

Chapter 209: Thunder Crystal Beast~Two Hundred Twelve Chapters

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At this time, tranquility was restored in the forest. However, Zhang Xiaotian is plotting a massacre in Yun.

The Lei Jing beast turned into a shining thunder rainbow, swept into the distance like a stream of light.

Suddenly, a series of simple and gloomy boulders are composed of spiritual power, each with a mighty power, surging from all directions.

It is Zhang Xiaotian's heavy stone fist.

"Hoho Ho Ho..."

The Lei Jing beast roared, his ferocity remained unabated, and even more so, the loud thunderous noise spread to the wilderness. A stream of majestic thunder light from his body, violently slammed away.

Between the two of them, there seemed to be an endless meteor shower, which was extremely splendid.

During the period, the collision point moved towards Zhang Xiaotian for a while, indicating that he had fallen into the wind, but his heavy blow, the power of the stone fist, was so heavy that he knocked away many devastating spiritual powers in one fell swoop. .

At this time, Zhang Xiaotian struggled to resist for a long time, and the strength of the whole person became more and more astonishing. The last heavy stone fist hit, and the huge fist mark enveloped the entire monster.

It's a pity that he is a beast that transforms the spirit realm and possesses some spiritual wisdom. Therefore, it is more accurate to call it a spirit beast.

The huge thunder light beast's shadow, as if rushing through thunder, was suddenly aside.

At this moment, because he was seriously injured, Zhang Xiaotian quickly retreated without a single blow, and then slowly killed the opponent.

Soon, Zhang Xiaotian used the offensive approaching the unity of human swords, cleverly a sword palm, and a golden sword aura shot on the opponent's shoulder, leaving a blood hole overflowing like a stream.

Afterwards, Zhang Xiaotian kept walking around him with starlight, and from time to time there was a violent boom.

Lei Jing Beast was angry, and its crystal-like eyes were full of violent killing intent.

His howling sound was like a thunderstorm, and the startled beasts rushed away.

I saw that a bright spar appeared on his forehead, and all of a sudden, even the sky light faded.

The surface of the spar seems to be imprinted with the most complex and subtle thunder brand in the world.

Zhang Xiaotian sighed, knowing that the Lei Jing Beast had a real fire, and then, it was the Lei Jing Beast's fiercest offensive.

Once the spirit beast uses its original energy, it means that it is at the last moment. Usually, their strength will be greatly increased, and the spiritual power consumed is also very terrible, and it takes a long time to make up for it.

Soon, the world was filled with thunder and lightning, and Zhang Xiaotian had almost nowhere to escape, and was struck by thunder after all.

Fortunately, Zhang Xiaotian had practiced the body tempering martial arts of the Thunder side, otherwise he would really not be able to stand another person.

He endured the spasm of his body, and once he caught the opportunity, he attacked fiercely, and for a while, the space rumbling and shaking.

In that thunderstone, endless thunder secret power erupted, which far surpassed Zhang Xiaotian's understanding of Thunder Dao. To be precise and strict, Zhang Xiaotian was not even qualified to get started on Thunder Dao.

This is no wonder he, after all, the transformation into the spirit realm is the beginning of the road to the strong, and many roads of cultivation have just begun to enter the room from the transformation into the spirit realm. It is normal for Zhang Xiaotian to fail to reach it, and if it reaches it, it shocks the world.

After dozens of rounds, Zhang Xiaotian's body was also burnt with a lot of flesh and blood, his hair naturally stood up to the sky, and his whole body trembled violently from time to time.

In fact, if Zhang Xiaotian hadn't relied on the starlight to walk, he was like a streamer and elusive, otherwise he might have already become a meat sauce.

In the end, Zhang Xiaotian even had to end this tedious battle with the Mountain Spirit Sword.

Later, he felt that there were too many people here, so he chose to use the power of his blood.

At this moment, he moved, blood filled the space, violent murderous, violent impact.

He put on a strange posture, and some secretly observing people suddenly realized that an astonishing artistic conception emerged.

Naturally, Wu Yi.

In the field, as if there was a round of blood rising, Zhang Xiaotian also used the power of the soul in secret. Although the power of the spiritual power has not changed, the amount still reaches this level.

For a long time, it seems that this has not happened, and Zhang Xiaotian has not used it in this way.

The combination of various abilities, that situation suddenly changed, and many people were shocked.

In the field, Zhang Xiaotian seemed to have become a single point, or a radiating point, in the surrounding space, a scene of returning from rain suddenly appeared.

Countless liquid spiritual power, like a torrential rain, shoots from the ten directions at a rapid speed, and then merges into the body.

"What, the spirit of the spirit realm is transformed into rain, densely integrated into silk threads, how is this, this, this possible!" secretly, one person exclaimed that he is Qin Yu's war servant, and he has seen some of them with Qin Gu. The talented monk, but the scene in front of him broke his cognition, it was too horrible, once it was passed out, the academy would definitely be shocked.

This is a peerless wizard, can do it!

Finally, taking advantage of the unprepared spirit beast, Zhang Xiaotian brazenly rushed towards the opponent's shoulder.

But what was oncoming was a pair of huge thunder light fists, Zhang Xiaotian hurriedly avoided, and then leaned away with his spiritual power.

His face sank a moment earlier, because there was a giant hill-like beast in front of him, which turned out to be the spouse of Thunder King Beast.

The previous female roar, the fluctuation of the battle had spread far away, at this moment he finally arrived.

And Zhang Xiaotian might also be in big trouble. He felt unable to resist at a glance. The most terrifying thing was that the realm of this spirit beast had still reached the psychic realm.

Because Zhang Xiaotian looked at this beast, and the message in his mind was not a beast, as if he was already an ambassador to the thunder, the king of thunder, or like a powerful thunder, this feeling is facing. The spirit beasts are very light. At this moment, the spirit beasts in the psychic realm really gave Zhang Xiaotian this real feeling.

In short, irresistible, that is a dangerous thunder river, Zhang Xiaotian face to face, must become thunder ash. And this feeling probably interprets the so-called psychic.

Zhang Xiaotian turned around and left, turning into the sky, shooting into the distance with extreme speed.

The lightning flashed, and the shadow followed like a shadow, and even began to surpass Zhang Xiaotian in terms of speed.

"Kacha!" A thunderbolt was as thick as a mountain, and it was violent like an angry dragon.

Zhang Xiaotian shuddered, cold all over, it was too terrifying, he believed that once he was hit, he would definitely end badly.

In the end, a fly ash was obliterated, some aftermaths swept across all directions, Zhang Xiaotian's long sleeves were shattered, his arms trembled violently, and it even made it impossible to use martial arts temporarily.

Later, he saw a bright thunder light hit by a big claw, with a domineering and destructive power that shocked the world, covering Zhang Xiaotian's whole body direction in full.

Zhang Xiaotian's hairs are standing upside down, which is too horrible. If he is careless, he will fall.

They had been chasing before, and the time was only a few breaths, but he believed that not many people could clearly pay attention to this.

Suddenly, a light beam suddenly bloomed. It was Zhang Xiaotian's trump card Mountain Spirit Sword. Even though the sword light displayed was not so dazzling, the hidden sharp and unstoppable, it was shocking.

"How is it possible?" In the dark, a strong man concealed with a secret treasure, with a secret path of shock.

That thunder is like tofu, divided into two parts, but even if its power is greatly reduced, the remaining thunder explodes directly under the opponent's psychic intent.

For a time, the vast thunderstorm flooded the time and space of that side, and Zhang Xiaotian was also in danger.

At the same time, the psychic realm Thunder Crystal Beast already knew some of its human nature, and it rushed forward. He knows to cut the weeds and roots.

Therefore, he directly slashed with a claw, like a thunder sword, hitting a place where there was a struggle.

Naturally Zhang Xiaotian, once hit, the strongest came, and he was unable to return to heaven.

At this moment, it seemed to be very quiet here, as if it was the dead silence coming from the god of death, taking Zhang Xiaotian's life.

At this moment, a meteor-like brilliance broke through the rays of thunder.

When he reacted, he just had time to scream, and then he fell weakly.

With the death of the Lei Jing beast, the light of the thunder dissipated faster, and Zhang Xiaotian finally revealed his figure. At first glance, the whole person was a little vain, his blood was thrusting back, his face was pale, and his body had many scorched black blood clots.

However, Zhang Xiaotian was already particularly fortunate to be able to survive such fierce beasts. In fact, if it weren't for the wild beasts, looking like Zhang Xiaotian, he had the opportunity to use the mountain spirit sword in the vicinity like lightning, and successfully broke it.

Zhang Xiaotian has a keen instinct, and before he has retrieved the Mountain Spirit Sword, he has a creepy sense of danger.

Therefore, he ignored the spirit sword and moved horizontally with all his strength.

In the void, there seemed to be a strange wind blowing, and the hidden power was extremely powerful.

A blood sword broke through the air, but unfortunately, it missed.

"Kill!" A monk shrouded in black robe, feeling a little hazy, cold.

When speaking, the momentum is increasing and continuous, murderous.