After launching this attack, Huangfu Zhantian took the Thunder God Hammer back into the small world. He knew that ordinary attacks would definitely not have much effect on this old guy, and it seemed that he could only use a harsh move. After retrieving the Thunder God Hammer, Huangfu Zhantian
Then he held his hands in vain, and then a small thunder ball emitting blue and purple light appeared in Huangfu Zhantian's hands. With the surge of Huangfu Zhantian's thunder god's true energy, the originally very small thunder ball was like a balloon
, slowly became bigger. When the thunder ball was as big as a football, Huangfu Zhantian stopped inputting the Thunder God's true energy.
Wei Bo snorted angrily, the spear in his hand shook suddenly, and a powerful fighting spirit emerged from the tip of the spear, which then shook the lightning bolt from Huangfu Zhantian and then dissipated.
After such delay, the thunder ball in Huangfu Zhantian's hand took shape. Then Huangfu Zhantian did not throw it out, but squeezed his hands tightly towards the thunder ball, looking at Huangfu Zhantian's difficult appearance.
Obviously, this action was very difficult for him.
"Oh my God, he actually wants to squeeze his fighting spirit. Is he crazy?"
“Young people are too impulsive.”[
Seeing Huangfu Zhantian compressing the thunder ball that appeared, Wei Bo felt a little uneasy. This was the first time he had this feeling after he was promoted to the Sword Saint. He hated this feeling very much, and he had to stop it.
Huangfu Zhantian, if he really compressed the thunder ball, he would not be able to take it without any harm.
Therefore, his speed increased instead of decreasing, and he quickly approached Huangfu Zhantian. In just a moment, Bo Wei appeared in front of Huangfu Zhantian.
Looking at Huangfu Zhantian in front of him, a trace of viciousness appeared in Wei Bo's eyes and he roared: "Stupid brat, go to death for me." As he spoke, the spear in Wei Bo's hand stabbed Huangfu Zhantian's throat.
Where.
Facing Wei Bo's attack, Huangfu Zhantian gritted his teeth and couldn't touch his body. He moved his whole body to the side. However, how could the sword saint be so easy to avoid? With a squeak,
The spear did not stab Huangfu Zhantian in the throat, but stabbed Huangfu Zhantian on his shoulder. A piece of flesh and blood was suddenly picked up by Wei Bo. Huangfu Zhantian's hand trembled, and the thunder ball in his hand was in pain.
Almost didn't hold it.
However, the thunder ball in his hand did not stop compressing. He endured the pain, but the movements on his hand became faster. The handprints flashed like phantoms, and as Huangfu Zhantian's handprint flashed, a faint feeling
The breath of destruction came from the compressed thunder ball.
After Huangfu Zhantian avoided this attack, the Wei Bo's face became extremely ugly. He was dodged or taken one after another by a junior. His old face was no longer hindered. He thought it was something he could do at will.
Who would have thought that Huangfu Zhantian was so difficult to deal with?
Just as Wei Bo was about to deal with Huangfu Zhantian at one time, a wave of energy that made him palpitations came from behind. The wave of energy that made him palpitations made him feel that if he was hit by this energy, then