The light of thunder lingers around the body, and the bright light is more shocking to the world. A sleepy power slowly recovers, like the ancient beast, it is shocked to appear in the world. This force is really too terrifying.
Zhang Xiaotian took a hand knife and swept it out, with the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Indeed, this is a momentum that scares the enemy.
Suddenly, a great change, blessed by the power of the thunder, vaguely, a thunder light knife lingered on it, faintly visible from time to time, terrifying. This is the former lightning knife.
"Bang Dang!" With a bang, palm to palm hard touch, if iron strikes, between the two, looks like a volcanic eruption, a burst of brilliance, straight into the sky, the light is so bright that people can't open their eyes.
The void was flooded with aura, and the endless arcs of thunder, crossed crosses, and the spiritual source hand of the war knife disintegrated in the first time. A wave of spiritual power, surging and turbulent, rushed to Zhang Xiaotian fiercely.
Zhang Xiaotian's body shook slightly, the invisible swallowing power spread, and nothing could enter the whole body. The spirit power around the sword was surging and surging, causing this place to become a holy land.
At the moment when the light diminished, the two coincided with each other, and they screamed, shocking people's hearts if thunder exploded.
On Zhang Xiaotian's arm, if you look through the long sleeves, you will find that the complexion is blood-red and hideous, and the bulging meridians make people shudder.
At this moment, the light was weakening, and the palm strength was unpretentious, but it did not retract, and it pushed forward suddenly, and the saber was no exception. Both of them hit the front again.
In an instant, if a mountain torrent erupted, it caused a burst of vigor visible to the naked eye to swept away toward the heavens and the earth, like a storm, raging across the heavens and the earth. The center of the hit point, the aura shines more and more, it is extremely gorgeous, and it is flourishing.
Between the palms of the hands, the spiritual powers shot each other, touching like a torrential rain, it was terrifying. These actions were all poured out in an instant. Whoever is weaker will win or lose. The outside world, because the two moved quickly and retreated at the touch of a touch (they separated without letting the spiritual wave raging away). As a result, a muffled thunder-like sound was heard, as if it was ringing in the hearts of everyone, it was too dull.
At this moment, the disciples who were watching the battle were already boiling, and now they naturally knew that Zhang Xiaotian was relying on himself to do this. After all, the use of treasures is limited. What's more, Zhang Xiaotian said, abandon the treasures and don't use them. Thinking of this, before, even more disciples mocked Zhang Xiaotian's ignorance, but now he is really embarrassed and has to secretly retreat.
Kunyang and other disciples Zhang Xiaotian had just entered the door, regret it at this moment, really want to hit him to death, nothing to provoke a character like Zhang Xiaotian...
However, no matter what these people think, they can only take one step at a time. After all, they are not as strong as people, and they have to wait for the fate to decide, which is too sad. Unless, like Sun Fei, leave Haohaizong. Sun Fei's disciple was killed by Zhang Xiaotian, this is a cause and effect that cannot be solved.
"Let you see the gap between the real realms!" The sword stood not far from Zhang Xiaotian, his whole person wild and unruly, soaring like a breath, stirring the world.
The saber stepped and galloped, and every step it fell, it was no different from the impact of a boulder.
Near Zhang Xiaotian, straight iron legs swept out, to be exact, it was a tree that was simple and quaint and struck the sky. This is the bottom line.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaotian waved his iron sword, the shadowless sword broke through the air, and the sword light was released. Immediately, the aura concealed the legs of the saber, but no results were seen.
"Idiot, I am here." The joking voice of the sword actually sounded from behind Zhang Xiaotian.
Zhang Xiaotian stared at it and found that it was actually just a spiritual seal formed with spiritual power. Although it had an offensive power, it was not the origin of the monk after all, and could not fight for a long time.
The aura flooded the previous attack of the saber, and as expected, no blood appeared. It's really a mark of spiritual power.
The saber stepped through the sky, and on the way, the whole body was steaming and the white waves rolled, covering the body, confuse the enemy's sight, and seemed to be coming in an instant. This is a given momentum, and the figure is changing, and it is unacceptable.
Above Zhang Xiaotian, the aura flashed, the brilliance soared, blocking the sky, and under the anxiety of the heart, for the first time, the shadow of the wind and Juan, the violent wind, the trace of ghosts and spirits, could not be seen. If the whole person crashes like a headless fly, although the speed is fast, Zhang Xiaotian will be more disturbed.
The aura above followed closely behind.
Zhang Xiaotian sighed, the cultivator could make up for the gap in cultivation level with combat power, but Zhang Xiaotian suffered a lot from the perverted ability possessed by a powerful cultivator.
Zhang Xiaotian paused, his hair rushing into the sky, his whole body was unyielding, his eyes burning extremely hot. A fist hits the sky straight, the fist shines brightly, and the fist rushes straight to Xiaohan.
However, the aura above flickered, gathered together, and scattered into countless small groups of light, thereby avoiding Zhang Xiaotian's attack.
Zhang Xiaotian snorted coldly, shaking his iron fist suddenly, the arc of air spread, the light of the fist skyrocketed, and it was extremely bright. A light beam swept out of the fist, covering the aura above.
In a burst of brilliance, the aura was extinguished, and finally the aura above Zhang Xiaotian was almost unchanged.
Simply, without doing anything, Zhang Xiaotian stared at the sword master, ready to capture the thieves and the king. It's a pity that at this moment, in the field, clouds and mist are lingering, and white mist is floating. The eyes cannot be directly penetrated, as if the fairyland is mysterious.
Zhang Xiaotian was extremely careful, carefully sensing the surroundings, and when there was movement, he violently responded.
"I'm here!" The war knife's frivolous voice came.
Zhang Xiaotian searched for the voice, and suddenly slapped it with a wind and thunder palm print, but it was a pity that he disappeared into nothingness.
"Stupid!" The sword sneered, and the words fell. The sky above Zhang Xiaotian was full of inspiration, like the stars of the week, dotted here.
One by one, the blades were formed, all around Zhang Xiaotian, and the mighty, overwhelming blast shot towards Zhang Xiaotian, like a piece of meteor shower falling.
Zhang Xiaotian slapped his hand and slammed into the sky boldly, an arc of air spread, and a light curtain of thunder was formed. No matter what the opponent's light blade hit, the sound of bombardment continued, Zhang Xiaotian remained motionless.
Suddenly, a light blade of several meters long pierced the air. Wherever it passed, sparks filled the sky, and before it arrived, there was a terrible knife energy, and it rushed towards the face.
"Boom!" Zhang Xiaotian blasted out a fist mark, and his bright fist was shocked, and he bluntly collided with it.
"You are too tender!" The voice of the war knife came slowly, and at the same time, a giant spiritual sword smashed horizontally, and the light of the sword lingering above was extremely overbearing.
These were all done in the electric sparkle, Zhang Xiaotian was caught off guard and had to resist in a hurry. Another punch was smashed, and the force of the punch shook the void.
The roar was constant, and the two auras flickered, like the two heavenly stars, brilliant, and the spiritual power wave swept away in a huge wave. It's a pity that the giant sword was held by the war sword himself, Zhang Xiaotian was in a hurry, it was difficult to perfect defense, and it was undoubtedly a loss.
A fierce force, such as the raging wild force, Zhang Xiaotian was unbearable, his body shook, and his breath surged. Zhang Xiaotian sighed hard, his blood forced back to his body, but his face was pale.
At this moment, Zhang Xiaotian felt that the danger was extremely extreme, and the combat power of the sword might far exceed the high-level and advanced level of the spiritual realm, or even the peak cultivator of the spiritual realm. However, why did you come to fight yourself
Zhang Xiaotian's soles slammed on the ground, an invisible breath suddenly bloomed, and the blood burst out, and the bright red light filled the place like a hell of blood.
Zhang Xiaotian suddenly released his highest combat power in an instant.
With all his strength to attack, a whip leg struck the sky, the light of thunder, accompanied by blood, lingered in the leg, a wave of powerful spiritual power shocked, terrifying.
Regardless of the spiritual power disorder, Zhang Xiaotian suddenly used the instantaneous limit combat power, attacked by the power of backlash, and there were multiple wounds all over his body, and the blood was flowing fluently, which was shocking.
The effect was still average, but temporarily resisting the sword, Zhang Xiaotian couldn't help but his expression sank, his opponent seemed too powerful.
However, now that Zhang Xiaotian is out of the predicament for the time being, it is much simpler.