Chapter 425

The blue and purple brilliance erupted from the halberd tip, but it was divided into two strands, like two blue dragons handling thunder and lightning, one left and one right, cutting and twisting to Zhou buchen!

Any disciple leaving Vientiane thunder island has the potential and qualification that is not inferior to the top five green immortals in China.

As the seventh young king of Vientiane thunder Island, Lei halberd's strength and qualification are superior to others, far from being comparable to the other five accompanying disciples.

As soon as the mana halberd appeared, almost everyone in the audience only felt the pores shrink and the scalp numb. It seemed that an ancient fierce animal that had been sleeping for a long time had just climbed out of the ground, opened its teeth and roared, shaking people's heart.

Boom!

The magic halberd was so fast and powerful that it shattered two different thunder on the shallow Bank of the void in the middle of the way.

When the mana halberd appeared on the waist of Zhou buchen, Zhou buchen did not return to his mind.

Lei Ji's chubby face showed a sarcastic smile, waiting to see the bald friar split at the bottom of his hand.

A loud noise!

The mana halberd threw out two green Jiaos and severely beat the middle week's bad minister's waist.

Lu daoran's eyes narrowed, and the empty Temple monk's eyebrows locked. His face was urgent, and the secret way was bad. The young gentleman of Vientiane thunder island is too cruel and cunning, powerful and powerful, and has powerful mana. He also blocked all possible escape routes of Zhou buchen.

The flesh is as tough as Lu daoran. When he sees Lei Ji's move, he can't help standing up. Facing the two jiao halberds with his physical cultivation, he can't escape the end of bending down and breaking bones.

As expected, Zhou buchen flew out without suspense, broke through pieces of emptiness, and crashed into the bone abyss in the distance without any sound.

Zhou buchen is dead!

Lu daoran, the disciple of Vientiane thunder Island, and the empty Temple monk had the same idea.

The disciples of Vientiane thunder Island were naturally happy, while Lu daoran and Kong Temple monks were dejected. They subconsciously looked at Luo Chuan, but were stunned.

See Luo Chuan indifferent, neither sad nor angry.

While Lu daoran and Kong Temple monk were wondering, the war situation suddenly changed with the death of Zhou buchen.

Lei Ji took action without warning and resolved the crisis of xuanlingdu.

Xuanlingdu had been chased and beaten by Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing before. He was as embarrassed as a dog. At this time, the situation turned over. How could he give up easily.

"Die!"

Xuan lingdu's eyes were red, panting and staring at Ning Tianxing not far away. He spared no effort to release all his life energy to increase mana. The body shield was burning higher and higher under the urging of anger.

"Die!"

Xuanlingdu's mana finally reached its peak. His face was crazy and his body shook. He rushed out with the momentum of ancient evil dragons. Half of the bone abyss seemed to shake with his outbreak.

Ning Tianxing's face was expressionless, with cold eyes and cold eyebrows, holding a long dark gray knife, he looked at Xuan lingdu faintly.

Luo Chuan was still indifferent and didn't mean to help.

Shaojun Lei halberd also stopped the attack, stopped and stood not far away, with a cruel light in his eyes.

Xuanlingdu's attack is the battle method of reducing ten societies with one force. It is the first king's way of battle in heaven and earth. Xuanlingdu is better than his opponent in terms of mana cultivation and Taoism. It is appropriate to use it at this time.

In the face of the fierce and murderous Vientiane thunder Island friar, Ning Tianxing's face was calm, and the Yin famine divine knife pointed directly at the other party's chest. It seemed that he had given up his defense and gambled like attack instead of defense.

When xuanlingdu was ten steps away from Ning Tianxing, a strange feeling rose from Lei Ji's heart. He just wanted to ponder over where the slightest mistake came from, and a low cough came not far away.

The low cough sounded like a voice outside the sky without warning, echoed in Lei Ji's heart, and shook his thoughts.

Lei Ji was surprised, turned his head and saw Luo Chuan.

He was absent-minded, but he missed the dark shadow quietly emerging from behind xuanlingdu.

When the young gentleman Lei Ji came back, the dark shadow had been pasted with xuanlingdu.

"Be careful!" Lei Ji shouted in a panic.

His voice was soon drowned by a sneer.

When Xuan lingdu was seven steps away from Ning Tianxing, the bald friar in good health appeared behind him, eyebrows pulled out, sneered and uninhibited.

Opposite him, Ning Tianxing's gloomy face showed a long lost smile.

Not far away, Luo Chuan raised his mouth and smiled.

Boom!

The palms quenched into Immortal Jade muscles and ethereal Taoist bones stretch out and press on the temple of xuanlingdu.

At the same time, Ning Tianxing on the opposite side also smoothly launched the Yin famine divine knife.

Pooh!

Blood soars!

Xuanlingdu's head was pulled out by Zhou buchen's neck, and his chest was also split by Ning Tianxing with a knife, penetrating his heart and crushing the real baby.

The corpses of overseas disciples from far away separated and fell into the bone abyss, and a clear and distant echo sounded. This is also the last song of xuanlingdu.

Silence, silence, silence.

Lu daoran and Kong Temple monk stared at Zhou Ning and Luo Chuan. They were in a complicated mood.

The remaining overseas disciples were lost in mind and failed to recover for a long time.

After a while, the four disciples of Dongjiu raised their heads and stared at the young gentleman Lei Ji silently, with a trace of doubt in their eyes.

As the disciples of Vientiane thunder island in the overseas Qing Dynasty, they can accept defeat and dare to face life and death, but they can't tolerate being defeated and killed by the infamous Middle Earth friars, and they are still killed in this way.

God and wisdom are annihilated, the spirit and charm are no longer, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

In the suspicious eyes of the younger martial brothers, Lei Ji laughed. His laughter was very sharp, like a baby faced owl in the ancient jungle at the end of the East China Sea.

"Friar of Middle Earth... Is that what you gave us... Good, good, good... No one! Kill them all!"

The young gentleman Lei halberd roared and hummed. His vitality burned wildly and gathered into a body shield, which also stimulated his mana to the peak.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The disciples of Vientiane thunder Island, with red eyes and murderous spirit, released their vitality Dharma masks one after another.

At that time, there was one more person in front of Shaojun Lei halberd.

The man appeared without warning. The Taoist path was as deep as Shaojun Leiji. There was no fluctuation or induction in the heart lake.

Looking at Luo Chuan who suddenly stood in front of him, Lei Ji's heart swung for no reason.

"Why don't you fight now? Overseas young gentlemen must have some skills. Why don't we play two tricks?"

Luo Chuan's hand was stretched out when he spoke.

His action seems not fast, and everyone can capture the route changes, just like a picture scroll without cover, clearly presented in front of everyone.

He finally did it!

Lu daoran and Kong Temple monks had a light in their eyes and looked at them attentively.

Ning Tianxing was thoughtful, and Zhou buchen smiled faintly.

The overseas disciples looked at Luo Chuan's strange palm and felt indescribable pain in their hearts.

This palm is so slow that everyone can see the whole process clearly, but it feels like the shadow left by Feihong in the Jianghu. After one palm, the trail does not exist.

It's like a palm with only the beginning and no end!

Lei Ji's eyes changed from Zheng Zhong to severe, and then became dignified, like a great enemy.

In the face of this unprecedented blow, Lei Ji was unprecedentedly solemn. He quickly pinched the seal method in his hand, chanted and shouted.

Cross mana streamers burst out from his palm. Each cross mana streamer rotated, cutting the void and exerting mana pressure. Thousands of cross mana streamers gathered together, even like thousands of stars in the endless night sky, full of mysterious and strange forces that repel and lead each other, stirred into a bottomless black vortex, spreading the sky and pressing against Luochuan.

In the face of overseas methods with extremely high grade, Luo Chuan kept his palm unchanged, still took it calmly.

Whoosh!

Luo Chuan's mana palm disappeared in the black starlight vortex, as if absorbed and melted by thousands of cross streamers.

Lei Ji breathed a sigh of relief and stared at Luo Chuan, who was about to be submerged by the black vortex. The corners of his mouth raised and showed the winner's smile.

However, just one breath, Luo Chuan's mana palm appeared again on the back of the black vortex.

Lei Ji's pupils narrowed sharply and his mind was blank when he looked at the strange scene in front of him.

He was proud of his four-level skills. The ten thousand star formula of heaven and earth was punched through by the opposite Middle Earth friar!

People are still in front of the black vortex, but their palms have crossed behind the vortex.

Before Lei Ji could figure it out, Luo Chuan's palm rushed to his face and slapped it on Lei Ji's face.

Boom!

There was a purple handprint on Lei Ji's left face. The fat meat on half of his face was beaten and shrunk, and his body translated and flew out.

Plop to the ground!

Lei Ji shook and stood up. He saw a residual shadow flash in front of him. Luo Chuan had arrived.

Lei Ji's face showed madness, and with a low roar, he jumped at Luo Chuan with his body shield.

In an instant, they were entangled together, mana protection, flesh and flesh, fighting hard!

Hoo!

On the bone abyss, there was a void hurricane, like a black dragon absorbing water, which unexpectedly extended upward from the bone abyss to the sky clouds, and there was no end.

The two figures could not be seen in the void hurricane. The intensity of the fight could only be judged from the thunderous impact.

"He is worthy of being a genius among overseas monks. He can fight with Luo Chuan." Lu daoran sighed.

"Most of the friars in overseas places pass on one line and have few disciples. Only the four elephant immortal region and the two holy families exist in the situation of clan and family. If they can be the young king of Vientiane thunder Island, even if they don't rank high, their talent is enough to be proud of the middle land of the world." Zhou buchen said faintly. After they separated from Luo Chuan in the Apocalypse capital that year, Zhou buchen went abroad for experience.

"A seventh ranked young gentleman has such skills. How do the four young princes and two saints exist?" the empty Temple monk youyou said.

Over the Guyuan, Zhou buchen, Ning Tianxing, Lu daoran and Kong Temple monks, four middle earth friars who experienced many difficulties and obstacles and obtained a rare opportunity, stared at the void hurricane not far away and were worried about each other.

Boom!

Just like five or six in one, a heavy blow sounded from the twisted void hurricane. A chubby figure flew out with a gray face, fell heavily to the ground, the body shield was broken, and the sternum was broken.

"Luo lost..." Lei Ji vomited blood, raised his body with a ashen face, and trembled and stretched out his arm.

"Dare you call me Luo?"

A figure flashed past. Luo Chuan appeared in front of Lei Ji and stared at the fat man at his feet.