Facing the thunder, the stronger the person, the deeper the feeling.

Just seeing the thunder falling, Borrell felt a chill in his heart.

Because he knows how terrifying the power of this thunder is!

According to Borrell's estimation, even if a legendary strongman comes, facing such powerful thunder, he can only wait for death and become a hero again in eighteen years.

After doing all this, no matter what Victoria asked, Borrell pretended not to hear it.

It's just that he is always ready to run away with the royal family members. After all, God knows how long Ning Chen can block the thunder.

If the thunderstorm suddenly came towards them, he would not be able to stop these things.

It's not that Borrell doesn't want to help, it's that he has a very deep self-awareness, and this is simply not a level he can intervene in.

After the huge roar, Ning Chen's figure emerged from the smoke.

It was seen that his right hand holding the sword was intact, but his entire right arm had been struck by thunder and turned black, like charcoal.

The skin and muscles have completely dried up, and not even a drop of blood can be seen.

When Cersei saw this scene, she frowned and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

But the distress and panic in his eyes could not be concealed at all!

"Sure enough...I can still withstand this power."

Ning Chen didn't care about these injuries. The spiritual energy in his body swirled, the golden blood flowed crazily, and his arm returned to its original shape in the blink of an eye.

But he is certain of one thing, that is, because the power of the thunder this time is aimed at Cersei, and because he has not completely broken through the realm, the thunder condensed by the strange eyes is not that powerful.

With my current strength, I have every chance to block it!

Sizzle...

Sizzle...

Sizzle...

Sizzle...

Just as he was thinking this way, four thunderbolts condensed in the strange eyes again.

The thunder snakes rolled and jumped in the black clouds, gathered together, and intertwined into a thunder several meters thick!

The strange eyes are constantly moving, showing a touch of human irritability.

It seems to want to get rid of Cersei as soon as possible, but because Ning Chen is always blocking it from the front, it can't complete it.

Stab!

Thick thunder fell again, spanning ten thousand meters in the sky, like the Milky Way falling!

"Come on!"

Ning Chen roared loudly and raised his small jade sword. The sword light, which was hundreds of meters long, roared out and collided with the thunder!

Rumble!

There was a deafening roar, and the whole world was shaking!

The strong men around them all flew out upside down, unable to withstand the power of this explosion!

Stab!

Stab!

Stab!

The strange eye seemed to be impatient, and the speed of condensing the thunder became extremely fast, and the thunder fell one after another with almost no interval.

Ning Chen was a little surprised by the speed at which the thunder fell, but he still picked up the jade sword and struck out with one sword after another!

On the plain, the roaring sounds continued one after another and almost never stopped.

Heavenly thunder struck Ning Chen one after another, destroying the spiritual armor covering his body time and time again, but Ning Chen relied on the spiritual vortex and golden blood to constantly repair his body.

Stab!

Another thunderbolt fell, and the spiritual power in Ning Chen's body came to a halt, and his sword swing was paused.

Boom!
Chapter completed!