Zhang Feng practices thunder magic and is extremely talented. She is confident that she will become the number one person in the thunder magic practice in the future.
I don’t know if this confidence is delusional, but at least there are few young practitioners who are currently in the distraction period who can match him.
Of course, this is suspected of looking at the sky from a well. People from the five sects in the world are extraordinary. Chen Zhe feels that Qin Xin can definitely beat him with his strength, let alone He Yan, who has more mysterious skills.
Even true practitioners of thunder spells are afraid of sky thunder, and they know the power of thunder spells better and are even more afraid.
The thunder net was overwhelming, faintly surrounding Chen Zhe. In Zhang Feng's view, Chen Zhe was like a dragonfly trapped in a spider web. He was destined to struggle, but in the end he would be sucked dry by the spider and die. All resistance was In vain.
Chen Zhe's Emperor's Hate sword flew and slashed. He tried to rush out several times, but failed. His arm was numb, so he had to switch the Emperor's Hate sword to his left hand.
"Well, I don't have enough strength to switch to my left hand." Zhang Feng smiled coldly: "Why don't you use your thunder magic weapon to absorb some more sky thunder? Is it possible that you have reached your limit? If you fight with me under the sky thunder, you are really looking for death."
Seeing Chen Zhe raising his sword with his left hand and using a starting position, the sword energy was so majestic that it could be felt from a distance.
Zhang Feng touched the tingling feeling on his face and smiled proudly: "You seem to have used this trick just now. If you use it again, I will be fooled again. Moreover, the sword you hold in your left hand is definitely not as powerful as your right hand. No need. "It's a lot of effort,"
Sure enough, Chen Zhe's left hand was not as strong as his right hand. After splitting several thunder nets, it gradually became weak. The eighth thunder net was broken by two swords in succession.
Zhang Feng had some free time. With a wave of Thunder God's prong, a thunder net appeared around Chen Zhe. Feeling that he had a chance to win, he simply said bluntly: "You'd better stand still and still have a whole body, otherwise the thunder will fall and you will be torn into pieces. Your girlfriend over there is going to be heartbroken..."
He looked at Jiang Xiaoqiao from a distance. Even though he was so far away, Jiang Xiaoqiao's concerned eyes were still clearly visible. Zhang Feng licked his lips: "It's probably some kind of reclusive sect that can actually master Tianxia chess and that thunder magic weapon, but it's a pity that they are all cheap. I, that girl, I will send to the underworld to accompany you for fun, so that you will not be lonely down there,"
Chen Zhe's eyes were red: "Do you think that this kind of nine-level provocation can make me lose my mind and the outcome is not yet decided? Come back if you have the ability."
Smiling disdainfully, Zhang Feng felt that Chen Zhe was at the end of his rope. He raised the Thunder God's prong again, and a thunderbolt as thick as a child's arm came down, hitting the sky above Chen Zhe's head: "You try to hide a little more this time."
Eighty-one thunderbolts, each with a different artistic conception. Before it hit the top of his head this time, Chen Zhe already felt numbness in Baihui Point, and a stream of blood flowed down from the top of his head to his face. This thunderbolt was more like It's sword energy, but more ruthless.
There was a roar and thunder struck the sky.
Chen Zhe's body stood up straight, and his soul entered his own little world, preparing to meet the thunder.
But this time, the direct initiation from the sky thunder was really hard for him to bear. He stood in the small world and shouted: "Senior Tianyan, if you don't care, my soul will be completely destroyed by the thunder. You can’t keep your physical body, and your remnant soul can only have no roots to rely on. Even if you have extraordinary cultivation, you can only survive for a few more days before you die."
Boom.
Tianlei was making waves in the small world. Daojun Tianyan finally appeared and looked at him coldly: "You are so despicable, you actually deliberately led Tianlei into the small world and handed it over to me. Do you think I am soft-hearted?"
"Senior Tian Yan is famous for doing things as he pleases, but if it concerns your interests, he won't stand idly by," Chen Zhe smiled shamelessly and confidently.
Daojun Tianyan narrowed his eyes and glared at Chen Zhe. Chen Zhe's small world was full of gaps. If he was a step too late, he would be in danger of collapse. He didn't care. He just looked at Daojun Tianyan and said, "I really don't want to take action. I'll be fine if I die. It will be a big loss if you die,"
"If I get out of trouble, the first step is to teach you, this daring boy, a lesson. You have to protect yourself, but you don't think I can see it: do you want to use this thunder to consume the energy I have accumulated?"
The remnant soul of Tianyan Daojun stared coldly at Chen Zhe.
Chen Zhe seemed to have been praised by him: "Don't you dare, you are very powerful. I am a junior boy. If I don't play some tricks, I will die in your hands sooner or later. In this way, it will be interesting for the two of us to have a battle of wits and courage, isn't it? ,"
Daojun Tianyan didn't answer, and stretched out his right hand, but there was no movement, let alone movement of true energy. The thunder that filled Chen Zhe's small world and stretched across the sky was caught in his hand like a whale sucking in hundreds of rivers.
Chen Zhe was dumbfounded as he watched these Tianlei being held in the hands of Daojun Tianyan like a balloon, turning into a round purple electric ball: "It's really a big deal, he actually recycled all the Tianlei..."
From the outside, Zhang Feng saw that Chen Zhe was standing still, his body was black and purple, his eyes were straight, and he had lost half of his life.
"Dead," Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and laughed: "I thought you would give me a fatal blow, but I didn't expect you were just a paper tiger. It didn't even break through my thunder net. You dare to take it with this little strength. My challenge really deserves to die,"
Seeing that Chen Zhe seemed to have no life breath, Zhang Feng did not dare to be careless and did not remove the thunder net yet, waiting for the twenty-seventh thunder to fall and lead it to Chen Zhe.
"I guess you took some miraculous medicine and developed a special body. The twenty-seventh path didn't turn you into ashes." Although Zhang Feng said this, he still waved the magical weapon, and then let the twenty-eighth and twenty-ninth path pass. Dao Tianlei fell on Chen Zhe.
Seeing Chen Zhe's body swaying slightly, Emperor's Hatred was still tightly clenched in his hand.
Zhang Feng said to himself: "The thirtieth thunder was barely controlled. If I try again, it will easily cause fire and burn me. That's about it."
He glanced at the Emperor's Hate Sword in Chen Zhe's hand: "It's better to be careful with this sword, but that thunder magic weapon is a good thing for Tianxiaqi..."
While observing Chen Zhe's body, he carefully removed the thunder net, held the thunder prong high in front of him for protection, and moved forward slowly.
This young master of the Danxia sect is not as arrogant as he appears on the surface, but appears to be a little cautious. At first, when he saw Chen Zhe and others using Tianlei to practice, he found that his aura was about to escape, so he felt that he was weak and could be bullied. Blocking the road, deliberately blocking the front of the car to provoke the other party, observing the reactions of Chen Zhe and others, he found that they were not among the five sects in the world, so he carefully tested Chen Zhe's true energy, and found that he was not as good as himself, so he proposed a battle of skills and gambling for treasures, hoping to see the other party. What magic weapon should be used to deal with the thunder?
Let’s look at the correct method: it seems to have a lot of background, but I can eat it without any worries.
Chen Zhe closed his eyes and seemed lifeless. Zhang Feng thought for a moment, then took a step forward and carefully reached for the Emperor's Hate Sword.
Chen Zhe still didn't react in the slightest, so Zhang Feng carefully took the blade and used his true energy to test it first.
Suddenly he found that the aura of Emperor Hate Sword was very strong and orderly, and it didn't look like it had no owner. Zhang Feng was shocked: "He's not dead yet."
When he wanted to throw away the Emperor's Hate Sword directly, he found that the Emperor's Hate had already entangled his true energy, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he wanted to.
Chen Zhe's eyes suddenly opened, a purple light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Let you also taste the feeling of being struck by lightning."
A spherical thunder was thrown.
Although the sky thunder is small, it contains three sky thunders. Although the first thirty sky thunders can be controlled by thunder cultivators, when added together, the power is not small.
Zhang Feng said coldly: "If I had known you were not dead, I would have thought I was defenseless. The thirtieth thunderbolt, help me."
Although he was frightened, he jumped back, the Thunder God's prong was tilted, and the thirtieth thick thunder poured down.
This thirtieth thunderbolt is far stronger than before. Zhang Feng has already made a plan: if the opponent changes, he will use the thirtieth thunderbolt to attack him. Even if Chen Zhe has any more powerful attacks, he will be able to block them completely. .
Sure enough, Chen Zhe's three thunders superimposed and collided with the thirtieth thunder that Zhang Feng had reluctantly triggered. The surrounding area was immediately covered in a sea of fire. From a distance, it looked like a small nuclear bomb exploding.
Zhang Ruoling frowned and stretched out his arms to block the aftermath of the explosion.
Despite this, Jiang Xiaoqiao still looked pale and covered her ears. The roaring sound in her ears was endless, as if it was exploding in her head. She shouted: "It feels so uncomfortable."
But her voice had long been covered up by the explosion. Fortunately, Yang Rui next to her stretched out a hand to hold her: "Sister, I will lend you my uncle's true energy,"
It turned out that Zhang Ruoling had silently held the little girl's hand to prevent her from being injured in the thunder explosion.
Yang Rui's words were equivalent to asking Zhang Ruoling to help Jiang Xiaoqiao. Zhang Ruoling smiled slightly and looked back at Jiang Xiaoqiao: "You, the nine-tailed sky fox, are good to our leader."
As soon as he said this, it was equivalent to his recognition of Jiang Xiaoqiao and no longer hostile to her.
When she shook her hand with Yang Rui, she immediately felt a gentle but never-ending input of true energy, which did not conflict with her own true energy. It was dense but never-ending. Although Jiang Xiaoqiao still felt that the explosion was harsh, she did not feel it. It was as uncomfortable as my head was about to explode just now.
The dirt road in the country was blasted into a huge crater that made people shudder, and black smoke curled up.
Chen Zhe's clothes were in tatters, he was in a very embarrassed state, and his eyes were bright. He didn't look very good, but he must have taken advantage of Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng's clothes are much brighter. He has practiced thunder method since he was a child, and he must have more experience in the aftermath of thunder than Chen Zhe.
"Hmph, you can beat me with this move," Zhang Feng was extremely proud: "You might as well try the 30th Heavenly Thunder."
As soon as he raised his hand, the thunder prong in his hand hung down softly and broke into countless pieces. It turned out that this fine magic weapon had been destroyed in the thunder explosion just now.
Zhang Feng was shocked: "It's impossible,"
Chen Zhe struck with another sword.
Zhang Feng could no longer care about his promise that he could only use the magic weapon of destiny. He hurriedly took out a flying sword and sneered: "Your left hand is far inferior to your right hand with a sword. You think you can hurt me."
A ray of sword energy hit him, and Zhang Feng's face was like spring light, feeling warm and indescribably comfortable.
Zhang Feng taunted: "This is your sword energy. It's not worth mentioning. Could it be that you are seriously injured and have died?"
No, even if Chen Zhe is not in the foundation building stage, even if he is seriously injured, it is impossible for his sword energy to be so weak.
As soon as he thought about it, Chen Zhe's sword energy became so sharp that it hurt his face.