Fan Li heard Han Yutong's heartbreaking roar, but he couldn't stop it. With one last stroke left, he could see how powerful his masterpiece was! What's the magic of this thing?

You must hold on until you see its power burst out before you faint.

When the thunder pattern erupted with a thunderous sound and terrifying energy came from it, the three of them really believed that this 'thing' created by this boy from the sixth level of Peiyuan. There really was such energy that made the three of them disappear.

in this world.

In the last stroke, the golden flame on Fan Li's finger was like a meteor streaking across the sky, dancing crookedly into an extremely mysterious flame trajectory!

No one could clearly see the direction of his finger movements, and no one could understand how he drew it. Even Han Yutong, who was close by, could only see that his gestures were extremely complicated.

Complex does not mean mysterious! But mysterious things are definitely complicated!

If the seven hundred and nineteen strokes of the thunder pattern produced only an aura that was close to destruction, then Fan Li's last stroke made the entire thunder pattern 'alive'.

When the last stroke was completed, the color of the valley suddenly changed, and the entire golden flame thunder pattern deformed and expanded rapidly. It changed from a flat shape to a round thunder ball surrounded by arcs in the explosive arc jump.

Three feet square! Countless orange arcs jump out from the surface, creating hundreds of magnificent and incomparable rays of death!

Moreover, the color of the strokes also changed from pure gold to red gold. Then, it turned into an orange flame thunderball with the meaning of destruction!

The demon girl had long been fascinated by Fan Li's wonderful finger movements. In her dark eyes, she was not only incredulous but also shocked! This kid really wasn't talking nonsense. The energy contained in this thunder ball was terrifying. She believed that even if

Even in its heyday when it had a physical body, it couldn't resist this thunderball, and it might end up being wiped out in ashes!

Wu Cheng looked extremely obsessed, and slowly took out a sound transmission talisman that shone with gray-white light, brought it to his mouth and said in a leisurely manner: "Great-grandfather, grandfather, the patriarch, father, Cheng'er is far away in Weishui City.

In the Liumai Mountain, I saw with my own eyes the entire process of the emergence of the legendary Orange Pattern Shajue Spirit in the Yanshang Continent! It was extremely beautiful. It was drawn by a monk with only the sixth level of Peiyuan, flying in the air. Ancestor

The legend left behind! It has been confirmed. The legend of the geoglyph master! It should also be true. Cheng'er has learned such a huge mystery in this life and will die without regrets!"

After Wu Cheng finished speaking, with a drunken smile on his lips, he raised his hand, and the talisman turned into a gray-white light that penetrated the formation and disappeared into the air.

Zhou Xuefeng was extremely unwilling. Two heavenly and earthly spiritual fires appeared in front of him one after another. One of them was a legendary holy object for alchemists. With it within reach, within thirty breaths, something happened.

This situation has taken a turn for the worse, and it is also a direct threat of death.

How could this guy be willing to be destroyed here? He bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of soul essence blood on the black sword floating in front of him. The black sword suddenly expanded, about ten feet long and three feet wide. With a sound

After the roar, it suddenly disappeared, piercing through Han Yutong's profound vein circle, and before Fan Li's thunder ball appeared, it was as fast as thunder. What was strange was that when the giant sword came into contact with the light of the thunder pattern, it fell with a wail.

On the ground, it was reduced to a five-foot long sword.

Zhou Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something. He slapped the Qiankun bag on his waist, and a black ball flew out. After a metallic sound came, a thick black light shot out from it, and it flew out.

His whole body was illuminated, which was obviously a very strong defensive method.

It seems that the defense is not strong enough. After a muffled groan, an abnormal bright red color appeared on his face. An ancient and extremely unpleasant spell came out of his mouth. Driven by the spell, his whole body glowed purple.

Big explosion; "Puff! Puff!" Continuous purple flames burst out of the body.

In an instant, it turned into a burning man with purple flames, and the surrounding poisonous mist was evaporated and distorted. The purple flames were strong, and they were drawn inward. The light was dazzling, and a purple flame armor,

He wore it on his body. From head to toe, there was a powerful breath of Yuanyang essence. Under extreme danger, this guy used the Yuanyang essence fire in Zifu Dantian at all costs, and turned it into a

An extremely powerful piece of armor protection.

She stretched out her hand to snatch the wooden sword from He Tianyu's hand, but unexpectedly missed it. However, she saw a sarcastic look on Han Yutong's lips. The wooden sword was wrapped in a mysterious vein and was caught in her hand.

It turned out that when he used the black sword to attack Fan Li's Lei pattern, he was surprised by Han Yutong, and his face turned pale with fright. When he saw his subsequent actions, he immediately understood his intention. He was preparing to escape under extremely strong defense. He immediately understood

After a quick pulse, the wooden sword was captured first.

He grabbed the wooden sword and flicked his slender fingers. Unexpectedly, two black ropes lurked under the three people's feet, winding up like lightning, and tightly entangled the three people together and tied them into a ball.

Zongzi.

Almost at the same time, Fan Li said with great difficulty: "Senior Han... Han, let's go!"

Han Yutong stood next to the thunder ball, already overwhelmed by the terrifying energy contained in it. At this moment, when he heard Fan Li's voice, he waved the wooden sword in his hand, and a gray sword energy immediately struck the big ball.

The formation opened a hole, grabbed the bloody Fan Li, and flew out.

Fan Li was like a bloody demon at this moment. He waved at the thunder ball player with a grin and said viciously: "If you dare to bully...my...woman...I want you...to be wiped out in ashes!"

The thunderball slowly flew towards the three people bundled into a ball, and slowly expanded. The flames, with electric arcs, hung above the heads of the three people.

The moment Han Yutong led Fan Li out of the formation, the thunderball seemed to have lost control. An orange arc of strong light suddenly appeared in the center, expanding rapidly. In a moment, it rose to a huge and jumping surface of several feet.

The flame disappeared without warning.

Wu Cheng raised his head and looked at the astonishing 'Orange Spirit of Shajue' above his head with an expression of worship. He wanted to reach out his hand and touch this legendary divine object from ancient times.

He sighed and murmured: "It would be great if I could not die. I have witnessed a miracle for my family. I am afraid that from now on, the Yanshang Continent will have a legendary figure! It is a pity that I will not have the chance to witness this legend again.

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The thunderball in Wu Cheng's pupils shot out orange light and exploded amidst Zhou Xuefeng's desperate roar!

roar!

After an orange glare flashed, the entire valley was suddenly in an orange visual blind spot, very bright, very bright! Han Yutong, who was running away quickly, suddenly lost his direction.

"Crack!"

The heart-shaking thunder echoed throughout the entire mountainside space.

"Boom!"

The dull sound of thunder after the thunder rolled in! It shook the mountainside and continued continuously.

After Fan Li was temporarily blinded, he saw the formation disappear instantly, countless orange arcs jumping out, and the area covered by lightning was at least ten feet in radius.

Then came the deafening muffled thunder that rolled into every inch of the mountain, echoing, roaring, and vibrating with each other. Han Yutong only felt that his ears had been deafened, and all he heard was the buzzing sound of cicadas.

Fan Li smiled, his vision went dark, and he fell unconscious!
Chapter completed!