As its name suggests.

Where the sword mountain is located, thousands of troops cannot move, and thousands of horses cannot be leveled!

clang!

The sharp edge of the Thunder God's spear swept across, like a wild bull rushing around, hitting hard on the sword mountain. The rumbling sound was like thunder rolling in the sky, deafening, spreading all directions.

The light of the sword mountain shines, and the blades are broken.

But until the attack condensed by the Thunder God spear dissipated, it remained as it had been.

"What a strong defensive martial arts. This is a defensive martial arts at the god level? Damn, who is this Ling Jianchen sacred? Not only does he have a warrior comparable to the Thunder God's spear, but he also masters a god-level martial arts?"

The true God of Thunderstorm looked like a torch. He saw through the height of this move at first glance, and his eyes were extremely ferocious, "I want to see, how many god-level martial arts have you mastered? Can you defend me against one blow, can you still defend all my offensives?"

"The Three Spread Waves of the Gods!"

The true God of Thunderstorm stepped on the void, and countless divine powers were condensed under his feet.

Turned into huge waves.

His body moved slightly, stepped on huge waves, and walked in the air.

Thunder God's spears pierced out one after another, and each time they made a move, they would have a loud bang. Although it was called the Triple Spread Wave, it had tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of offensives superimposed.

This is not simply one plus one equals two.

When all offensives are superimposed perfectly, they complement each other and merge into a front line.

The power is definitely beyond its own limit.

Bang!

Under the impact of the huge waves formed by the Thunder God's spear, the sword mountain trembled suddenly and burst out with a loud bang. The violent momentum rushed over and drove Ling Jianchen out.

The thunderstorm's true body stepped on the huge wave of divine power, and it was divided into four.

From all directions, launch a overwhelming attack towards Ling Jianchen.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang……

Under waves of offensives.

Even Ling Jianchen suffered several shocks, with blood rushing on his body, and several wounds dripping blood, which was visible to the bones. But Ling Jianchen did not even frown and held the hilt of the knife with both hands at the same time.

The blade trembled slightly.

Ling Jianchen held the broken sky sword in his hand and slashed: "The real dragon nine slashes!"

hold head high!

The light on the blade was radiant, turning into a real dragon formed by nine blades. The dragon roared at the starry sky and shattered the vast stars. Each dragon-shaped blade was full of teeth and claws, with a huge power.

Ang Ang Ang Ang Ang!

The dragon's mouth is bitten, and the fangs are sharp; the dragon's claws are slapped hard, and the sharpness cannot be taken.

He defeated the three clones of the Thunderstorm True God.

at the same time……

Ling Jianchen's body was shaking violently, and phantoms rushed out of his body.

Tens of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands.

million……

I can no longer see how many clones there are.

Each clone holds a broken sky sword in his hand, like a dream, like a illusion, like a true or a false, making people confused.

"Thunderstorm, die!"

Countless Ling Jianchen spoke at the same time.

The roar was deafening.

It's really unimaginable!

“Creating the world…”

Creation!

This is the strongest blow in "Chaos Sword Technique".

It seems like a move, but in fact it contains countless mysterious changes.

Countless Ling Jianchens raised their hands at the same time and slashed them forward.

Buzzing!

The blade shattered the void and crushed it away.

"Pretending to be a ghost, break it for me..." The true veins of the thunderstorm god were scattered, like a dragon tumbling.

Thunder God's Spear took action one after another.

The sky full of gun shadows cover the sun and the moon and reverse the world.

However……

Among the countless sword lights that Ling Jianchen swung out, countless sword lights suddenly gathered and turned into a clear lotus. The red light of the clear lotus floated and fell, under the impact of the spear lights.

The clear lotus not only did not disappear, but slowly bloomed.

When the clear lotus blooms.

Ninety-nine eighty-one lotus petals, like fallen leaves in the wind, swept out in a whizzing sound. Eighty-one lotus petals were all sword lights comparable to Ling Jianchen's full-strength attack.

"not good!"

The face of the true god of Thunderstorm changed continuously.

The petals all over the sky made him feel a little threat of death.

Thunder God's Spear took action one after another.

Rumble!

Countless petals were defeated, but the number was too large and the speed was too fast.

Puff puff puff!

Petal sword lights fell on the body of the thunderstorm, cutting open his divine body. The sword light contained the power of the destruction of heaven, and once it was contaminated on the body, it would not be expelled.

Instead, it was like a joking lee that encountered a wound and kept hiking in.

"roar……"

The true god of Thunderstorm screamed.

In a wound on his left arm, the power of the Destruction of Heaven exploded in an instant, with a dull bang and blood light soaring into the sky. The thunderstorm's left arm was blown off, and the power of the Destruction of Heaven attached to the wound, making his divine body unable to be reborn for a while.

"Damn, damn..."

The true god of Thunderstorm was about to split his eyes. Seeing more and more petal swords approaching, he didn't dare to hold it taller, and his body moved and wanted to move away.

But how could Ling Jianchen allow him to do what he wants?

"Blade Prison!"

The broken sky sword was thrown up and hung high in the sky.

The endless sword light woven into a large net, bounding all the retreat paths of the Thunderstorm True God, like a trapped beast in a cage.

"Get out of here, get out of here..." The true God of Thunderstorm roared repeatedly, rushing against the sword beam net again and again. However, although these sword beam nets are not good at attack, they are extremely tough and extremely difficult to deal with.

For a moment.

The thunderstorm could not escape.

And the petals and sword lights in the sky were already approaching.

The true God of Thunderstorm could only bite the bullet and keep fighting.

But there are all airtight walls in the world.

Faced with such a violent and chaotic attack, all the petals and swords fell on him. They burst into pieces, and blood soared into the sky like rainbow light, and the thunderstorm God was covered in scars.

Blood is like rain.

He was like a bloody man.

A single strength is no longer enough.

The hands and feet of the true god of Thunderstorm were blown away, half of his head was also blown to pieces, and a huge hole in his chest was still under the invasion of the power of the divine heavenly way, and blood flowed.

He hung in the air in a mess, and a hint of despair and despair appeared on his face: "I have been thunderstorms in the Destiny Continent for many years, but I didn't expect it to fall into your hands..."
To be continued...