Chapter 817

But the next moment, they face the color of satisfaction all solidified.

The purple thunder roared down. When several magic weapons in the thunder area collided with the thunder, they were suddenly split away. The person who controlled the magic weapon was so shocked that he burst into blood on the spot and was injured all at once.

"How is that possible? A thunder will shake off several magic weapons and hurt several people. What kind of thunder does this person attract? It's so powerful! " The spectators exclaimed.

Although there are not many clans that use thunder as a means of attack, they are not without it. Most of the people here are knowledgeable people, and they have seen some magical means, but the power of thunder is still strong enough to shock them.

"Sure enough!" The snake king of Dongze looked at Liu Lang's eyes, which became more and more hot, as if he had seen some peerless beauty snake. Undoubtedly, his conjecture has been confirmed.

Just as the spectators exclaimed and the attacker's face faded, the first purple thunder came down from the top of the dark cloud. It seemed as if the powder magazine had been lit up. The purple thunder tore the dark cloud apart and tore it through the sky.

This time the scope of attack is not single, but covers all the magic weapons attacking Liu Lang.

Looking at the sky full of thunder, the sky shines brightly, like a dream world.

However, among the spectators, except for Yue Hengdao and a few other overlord level figures who could still stand still, all the others felt numb and subconsciously stepped back, as if they were afraid that the dense thunder would affect them.

This is still true of the spectators, let alone the attackers who are on the scene. All of them were frightened, and in a hurry they wanted to call back the magic weapon for defense, but it was too late.

How fast was the thunder? In a twinkling of an eye, it fell on their magic weapon, leaving them nowhere to escape.

In Dayton time and space, there are dazzling lights, like fireworks blooming all over the sky, incomparably gorgeous, but what everyone sees is not gorgeous, but like seeing the devil in this world, all of them are in panic.

It's so terrible that someone can use thunder so subtly and powerfully!

Just a move of thunder magic, unexpectedly broke the attack of dozens of Yuan infantile friars.

What's more, the dozens of Yuan infant monks were shocked by the blow, because when the magic weapon light burst, it was a mouthful of blood gushing out, which turned into a shower of blood, which was also gorgeous.

Why is he so strong? How could it be so strong!

In everyone's heart, there is a kind of emotion called fear spreading. They all see a kind of thing called fear from the depth of each other's eyes.

Naturally, they didn't know that Liu Lang could be a yellow dragon.

Dragon, the ancient beast, has the power to control wind, rain and lightning.

How can Liu Lang's thunder skill be extraordinary?

"This son can't stay! Yingning, when they consume some more mana in Beilun, you will attack and kill him with all your strength! " Luo Fu, who had opened his eyes for a long time, finally showed a dignified color on his face. His eyes were full of murders, and he sent a message to his eldest disciple Yingning.

If he continues to grow up, it will definitely bring danger to him and endanger his position in the Louvre. Such a thing is absolutely not allowed to happen.

Now he had no confidence in the 140 monks in Yuanying realm.

Yingning, who was originally a little frightened, received the master's voice, and her face, which was as smooth as a baby, suddenly became overcast and cold.

Liu Lang's terror is also far beyond Yinning's imagination. One hundred and forty yuan Ying realm monks can't kill him even if they listen to the meaning of the master!

Just when everyone was shocked and the real Luo Fu whispered the order, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a red sun still hung high in the sky. According to Liu Lang's beautiful face, Jin Guangzhan gave people the feeling that he was no longer weak, but majestic and frightening, just like a thunder god.

"Keep killing! He can't use this powerful thunder skill several times! And he needs to control the magic weapon! " Seeing that the dark clouds are gone and Liu Lang stands majestically under the sky, the leaders of the affiliated forces take back their magic weapons, showing a trace of timidity. They dare not rush to attack again. Suddenly, they cry in embarrassment.

Yingning, with a child's voice, is clear and pleasant, but it sounds sharp at this moment, just like a fierce ghost.

"Kill again!" The faces of the leaders of the affiliated forces changed slightly, and finally they clenched their teeth again. With a roar, all the lights of China lit up again and roared to attack Liu Lang.Seeing this, Liu Lang's face changed slightly, and he pointed to the sky again.

Dark clouds once again dense, a purple thunder again dense bombardment and down.

The dazzling brilliance burst out, showing the original shape of the magic weapon, and fell into Wushan in a dim way.

"Poof! Poof! Poof The monks, who controlled the magic weapon, suddenly turned pale as paper.

After two fierce attacks against thunder, their blood and energy were surging and their spirits were dispirited, which had already hurt some of their roots. In the past, they would have to avoid fighting and recuperate at this time, but today the people of the Louvre are still watching them, but they can only bite their teeth again and sacrifice the magic weapon again with tears.

The thunder fell again.

This time, some friars with lower accomplishments directly fell into the clouds and fell into the forest of Wu mountain.

"Useless things!" Yingning didn't show any pity and concern for the monk who fell to Wu mountain. Instead, a little golden light came out of his mouth and turned into a golden ring. To the monk who fell to Wu mountain, Yingning took his life.

When they saw this, they all felt cold. Originally, some people wanted to pretend to be seriously injured, but at this time, they all had to fight with 120000 spirit to attack Liu Langqi fiercely again and again.

Everyone tried his best, Liu Lang's pressure increased sharply, and his ruddy and beautiful face began to show a pale color.

After all, he is just a monk at the peak of the mid Yuanying period. Even if he breaks and stands, his pure and powerful mana can't reach the level of tongxuan. If it's not for his amazing magic power and powerful spiritual power, he can skillfully control the white tiger Xiaozhu magic sword. Otherwise, even his pure and powerful mana can reach the level of tongxuan, also

It is absolutely impossible to stop the fighting of more than 100 Yuan Ying Jing monks.

But now, Liu Lang finally showed a trace of fatigue, the mana consumption is huge.

Thunder is no longer as fierce and dense as before.

"Kill! Kill! His mana fluctuation has shown disorder, and he will not be able to support it for long Liu Lang's tiredness was soon revealed, and the clamour was loud