Thunder Martial

The technique was broken and the boy in white fell to the ground with blood on his body.

Ziyan's face was a bit pale. He had consumed a lot of the previous tricks, but fortunately, he broke the opponent's means.

The boy stood up, his face was very ugly, and his anger was hard to diminish. Looking at the distance, he said coldly, "You have the courage to dare to help him."

He thought it was an outsider's assistance, and believed that with the help of Ziyu, he could not break his technique at all.

Zi Yan said sarcastically, "Your means are just that, your skills are worse than others. Is this an excuse?"

The voice dropped, Ziyan rushed forward, and a palm fell on the teenager.

The teenager took advantage of the trend and his body was swept backwards.

Amaranth continued to move forward, showing attack, or fighting.

The banging sound kept ringing.

Under this combination of fighting techniques, the blood-stained boy in white has no resistance, and he can only retreat constantly.

Zi Yan is still calm and calm, showing one trick after another.

It seemed that the trend had gone, and the spectators seemed to see the dawn of victory.

"It looks like the bet is right, everyone is hiding from this calamity." The white-haired mouse, who had been extremely nervous, was finally relieved.

Bumi, who was standing next to the monk, also said easily, "Well, the battle is about to end, and everything is happy."

"What the **** is going on?" The ape asked.

Bumi shook his head and said, "I don't know the specifics, you can ask the ancestors. I think the ancestors should ..."

The voice suddenly stopped here, something happened in front, but it was a boy in white who had been passively beaten, and a light flashed around him.

Aster transforms from attacking to defensive to backing out.

A few feet away, Aster looked down at the abdomen, where there was a deep wound.

The boy was laughing, showing his blood-stained teeth. His smile was cold. "It's not dead. It seems you are more alert than I thought."

The young man held a short sword in his hand, and the blade was extremely thin. At the moment, he looked unpretentious, but its sharp purple amaranth had already been seen.

Zi Yan thought that her body was not weak, and she was completely vulnerable in front of this sword.

The teenager has been holding back, just waiting for this attack, but unsuccessful.

"Since you have avoided this attack alertly, let you see what I really mean."

The rays of light flowed from the palm of the boy, converging towards the dagger, and between the countless rays of light, the blade of the dagger became confused.

The sound of gurgling sounded, it was the breath overflowing from the sword, the sound of cutting the air.

Under the perception of the Purple Soul, the short sword seemed to merge with the surrounding space, apparently appearing in the field of vision, but disappearing into the perception.

At the same time, a strong crisis emerged from the heart of Ziyu.

He knew that the dagger had threatened his life.

The ninety-nine powers are flowing, which is much bleaker compared to the previous one. The battle has continued to the present, and the consumption of purple maggots is very large.

At the moment, perhaps when he was born and died, Ziyan didn't dare to take the slightest care, took a deep breath, and looked at the boy coldly.

"Go to death!"

The boy rushed forward, his eyes were cold, and the breath on the dagger in his hand was stronger, but in his perception, the dagger seemed to disappear.

The young man stabbed with a sword, Ziyan evaded sideways, and hit the young man with a firm palm.

Another flash of lightning shot, shooting down the weapon in the teenager's hand.

The two palms formed in one go, as if they had been drilled countless times, one palm hurt the teenager, and the other shot down the weapon.

Then, Aster immediately moved forward, still fighting.

The teenager retreated back and forth, as if it were the previous situation.

The teenager who was going backwards suddenly laughed, and after fighting against Zi Zi, he said, "Goodbye."

The purple owl feels awful, and her body evades subconsciously.

With a slap, the short sword that had previously knocked the purple crickets out of his back heart flew out.

Ziyan's body trembled, then stood still, the light of the original surge of power was quickly dissipating.

"Do not!"

Su Mengyao exclaimed, and rushed forward. The others couldn't calm down, and rushed towards Ziyu.

Bumi wants to stop everyone, but knows that it can't be stopped, because Aster has suffered a fatal injury.

At this moment, a white-haired mouse came down from the sky, which is the state of its head. "Don't impulse, just watch it change."

"Purple amaranth is dying, how can you wait for it to change?" The monk angrily wanted to scold his mother.

"At this moment, our life is with Ziyan. If Ziyan dies, then no one can survive. And what you can do at this moment is to cheer for Ziyan." Said the white-haired mouse Shen Sheng.

"Everyone is going to die, how can you cheer up?" Everyone was angry.

"The rules of the sky and the earth are currently isolated. Although Viburnum has suffered a fatal injury, the vitality has not completely dissipated. As long as Viburnum has not fallen, things will change.

Listening to what the white-haired mice said, the people found that the cricket that had suffered a fatal blow had not fallen, and he was still alive.

Perhaps as the white-haired mouse said, in that closed space, the speed of upgrading and draining is slower.

Short sword flew back to the boy in white. He grabbed the short sword again and looked at Zi Yan sarcastically: "How do you feel now?"

Perceiving the passing of life, Ziyan slowly stretched out her palm and said a ‘dead’ hardly.

The boy laughed proudly: "Yes, you are going to die soon, haha ​​..."

The laughter suddenly came to an abrupt end, and suddenly a surge of power surged in the young man's body. This force forcibly destroyed the young man's vitality and destroyed his soul.

The juvenile vomited blood, and the blood fell with the fragments of the internal organs on the ground.

The reversal of the war situation has caused everyone to be stunned. Some are unclear. So, good-looking teenagers obviously have an advantage. Why did they fall down?

"It was Ziyu's previous attack. It should have a strong energy and entered the opponent's body. It broke out at the last moment."

The white-haired mouse said, "If so, first ..."

A laughter interrupted the white-haired mouse, and when the young boy in white fell to the ground, he stood up again.

"You're not dead?" Ziyan's face changed.

The boy in white sarcastically sarcastically said, "You haven't died so badly, how could I die?"

"It's a pity, if it was outside, I would have died in such a traumatic situation. But the space here cuts off the rules and helps you when you live."

The boy in white picked up the short sword: "So the last one to die is actually you."

The young man rushed forward again, this time he had the confidence to kill Ziyu.

Feeling the passing of life, Zi Yan sighed, and then reached out and felt something from her arms.

It is a Thunder seed. The original Thunder Tree gave a lot, and the Aster also used a lot, and the last three have not been willing to use.

Death is now approaching, and there is no chance of not using it again.

Thunder seeds take root, germinate and grow, and instantly turn into a towering tree.

A powerful breath burst out, and the neighbouring Asterium flew directly out.

The purple magpie flew across the sea of ​​flowers, smashed into the woods, and looking ahead, the growing thunder tree seemed to be a monster and attacked the boy.

The branch with the thunder extended, like a lance with a handle, shot at the boy. The boy was struggling to resist, but he could barely parry with too many branches.

"It can be attacked."

Zi Yan's life is still passing, but looking at the scene ahead, he is confident to die behind the teenager.

Such a change, stunned everyone, they looked at the sudden thunder tree, and continued to attack the young boy in white.

puff!

A tree branch pierced the boy's shoulder armor, and there was a hole in his white clothes.

The juvenile was recruited with a stingy figure and stepped back a few steps. At this moment, a tree branch hurried forward against the ground, and then wrapped around the juvenile's bare feet like a spirit snake, all the way up to trap him.

When the young man saw that the situation was not good, his body spread out immediately and he became a avenue spirit snake.

Thunder Tree doesn't need other people's command at all. It seems that it has the ultimate fighting consciousness. When the teenager got out of trouble and tried to escape, countless branches turned into spears, like dense raindrops.

One snake after another burst, and all of them disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The boy in white covered with blood fell to the ground and was dying.

The branches extended again, entwined the boy, and then lifted the boy.

As if a soldier with a spear, the next moment the thunder tree attacked again.

There were more than a dozen holes in the white clothes of the young man. The young man in white clothes was hung in the air, and his body was covered with branches.

The teenager looked at Lei Shu ahead and said, "What is this?"

Ziyan who barely kept standing said: "It's life-saving."

The teenager glanced ahead, the sea of ​​flowers was already messy, and the forest was destroyed.

He looked up at the sky again, there were mountains and lakes there, and his eyes became unwilling, "It's up to you."

In the end, his gaze was fixed on Aster.

Ziyu couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

The boy growled suddenly: "I'm not willing, not willing!"

His body began to dissipate. This time it was no longer a maneuver, but life came to an end.

Just after his body had completely dissipated, a bright white light appeared in the space.

boom!

This isolated space, www.ltnovel.com, also collapsed.

Everyone in the distance is still in a state of being stunned. They did not expect that things turned out so well, and they did not expect that the battle would end so quickly.

The boy in white is dead, but what about Aster?

What happened to him?

After all, the closed space disappeared, the rules of heaven and earth reappeared, and the purple cricket that had already suffered a fatal blow might be killed instantly under the rules.

The crowd immediately rushed forward and rushed towards Ziyu, and this time, whether it was a white-haired mouse or Bumi, there was no obstruction.

ps: Heavy snow has damaged the circuit. It has been repaired for a whole day. It was written with a mobile phone. There is no modification. If you call tomorrow, it will be revised again.

If not, I will go elsewhere to find a way to charge the phone, and then continue to update the phone.