"Formation! It seems that the king of Wu Xian Kingdom is really not simple!" No one would have expected that things would change, and some people couldn't help but exclaim.

However, before there was time for more people to exclaim, they all opened their eyes wide and looked at the white tiger whistling past the numerous magic weapons in disbelief.

But if a truly powerful person can notice that the white tiger is not as powerful as a bamboo shoot, but has cleverly escaped the siege of all magic weapons.

Luo Fu Zhenren, who showed off his airs and deliberately closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils shrank suddenly.

What a delicate control ability is required to be able to pass through the flowers and not touch the leaves in the body in the siege of more than 100 magic weapons! It is either an amazing swordsman or an extremely terrifying mental power, otherwise such exquisite control would never be able to be achieved.

Yue Hengdao and the other three strong men also shrank their pupils suddenly, and a hint of surprise appeared in their eyes.

Such a sophisticated control level is no less than them.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Screams rang out, and the White Tiger broke through the magic weapon and in a blink of an eye, he actually killed the camp composed of 140 monks of the Wanxiang Period.

The White Tiger Little Demon-killing Sword is so powerful that it kills it in front of it, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. In a blink of an eye, five Wanxiang cultivators were killed. Until everyone recalled the magic weapons and sacrificed the defensive magic weapons one after another, it stopped its killing power.

"Split some people and directly kill the thief!" The late-stage monk of Wanxiang, who had rich combat experience, shouted hurriedly when he saw that the white tiger transformed by the small white tiger's demon-killing sword turned into such a powerful white tiger.

The monks who were scared out of cold sweat by the fierce white tigers woke up one after another. The king of Wuxian Kingdom was only one, but they were numerous and powerful. Why should they just stare at his magic weapon and attack others directly? I'm afraid he will not be able to distract himself to control the magic weapon, and why not be in a hurry right away?

So immediately forty or fifty people directly sacrificed magic weapons and attacked Xia Yunjie.

There are sharp flying swords, mountain marks, and ferocious centipedes with countless sharp claws... Various magic weapons were smashed all over the sky, and the entire space became turbulent.

Xia Yunjie saw the magic weapon in the sky smashing it down, and it was extremely powerful and fierce. He suddenly felt a numbness in his scalp and a crisis enveloped the qi.

Now that he does not use witch power, he only uses his true energy magic power to fight, he naturally cannot stop so many magic weapons!

However, Xia Yunjie was not surprised but happy. What he wanted was this effect that was on the verge of life and death.

"Good come!" Xia Yunjie shouted, and did not recall the White Tiger Little Demon Sword, nor did he release the other three Four Elephant Little Demon Swords. It was his real killer move to fight with magic. Before the people from the Louvre were really launched, how could it be exposed so quickly? Instead, he raised his hand and pointed at the sky.

Suddenly, the sky was already thousands of miles away in the blue sky, and the clouds were surging, and the dark clouds were pressing down on the top.

The black clouds rolled and there was lightning flashing. A great power of heaven emanated from above, making people feel like the end of the world is about to come, as if there was a peerless beast in the rolling black clouds was about to emerge.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a purple thunder that was at least seven or eight feet thick tear open the black clouds and slashed down at the magic weapon that was circulating in the sky.

"No wonder this person dares to be so arrogant. Sure enough, he can actually know the thunder magic. However, although the thunder magic has strong attack power, he still has no power at once. He is a little confused!" Seeing this, the people watching the battle first showed a hint of shock, and then shook their heads.

Only Dongze Snake King suddenly changed his face when he saw this, and his eyes flashed when he looked at Xia Yunjie, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Haha! Just this thunder wants to break our magic weapon?" The attacker saw that Xia Yunjie's White Tiger Sword was trapped, so he had no choice but to use the magic spell and attract thunder. Everyone showed a smug look at Xia Yunjie. His eyes were as if he was looking at someone dead.

But the next moment, all the proud look on their faces frozen.

The purple thunder roared down, and several magic weapons covered by the thunder were hit by the thunder and were suddenly struck away. The person who controlled the magic weapons was even more shocked and he blew his blood on the spot, and was injured in an instant.

"How is this possible? A thunder thunder shook away several magic weapons and injured several people. What kind of thunder was this person who attracted? It was so powerful!" The people watching the battle exclaimed.

"Sure enough!" The Dongze Snake King's eyes looked at Xia Yunjie became hotter and hotter as if he had seen some peerless beautiful snake.

Just as the people watching the battle exclaimed and the faces of the attackers disappeared, the first purple thunder fell from the dark clouds, and then it seemed that the gunpowder depot was ignited. Purple thunders tear open the dark clouds, tearing the dark clouds through the holes, densely packed, and slashing down from the sky with a loud bang.

This time, it covered all the magic weapons that attacked Xia Yunjie.

Seeing the dense thunders struck down the sky, illuminating the sky with great dazzling lights, the viewers of the battle, except for a few overlord figures such as Yue Hengdao, they could still remain unmoved. Everyone else felt their scalp numbness and subconsciously retreated, as if they were afraid that the dense thunder would affect them.

Even the people watching the battle are like this, let alone the people who are in the scene. They all looked horrified and were in a hurry to recall the magic weapon, but unfortunately it was too late.

The thunder was so fast that it struck their magic weapon in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a cluster of dazzling light burst out in the sky, as if fireworks bloomed all over the sky, extremely gorgeous and beautiful. But what everyone saw was not gorgeous and beautiful, but as if they saw the demon appearing, all of them showed horror.

It's so terrifying that some people can actually use the Thunder Technique so exquisitely and with such great power!

With just one thunder spell, it actually broke the attack launched by dozens of monks of the Vientiane Period.

Not only that, the dozens of monks of all things were shocked under that blow, because when the light of the magic weapon burst out, they spewed out blood, turning into blood rain and sprinkled down, which was equally gorgeous and beautiful.

Of course they didn't know that Xia Yunjie could transform into a yellow dragon.

Dragons, ancient divine beasts, have the power to control wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

How could the thunder technique used by Xia Yunjie behave like an ordinary person?

"This son cannot be kept! Yingning, when Beilun and others consume some of this son's magic power, you will attack and kill him with all your strength!" Zhenren Luo Fu, who had already opened his eyes, finally showed a serious look on his face, with murderous intent in his eyes, and sent a message to his eldest disciple Yingning.

Now he no longer has any confidence in the one hundred and forty monks in the realm of the world.

Yingning, who was originally a hint of horror, received a message from his master. His smooth and tender face suddenly became cold and murderous intent burst out.

Xia Yunjie's terror was also far beyond Ying Ning's imagination. One hundred and forty monks in the Wanxiang Realm could not kill him as the master said!

Just as everyone was shocked and Luofu Zhenren secretly sent a secret message to the order, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and a red sun was still hanging high with the sky, shining on Xia Yunjie's beautiful face, with golden light, giving people the feeling that it was no longer weak, but majestic and intimidating, as if the God of Thunder came to earth.

"Continue to kill! He can't use such a powerful thunder technique a few times! And he also needs to control the magic weapon!" Ying Ning saw the dark clouds dissipate, Xia Yunjie stood tall under the sky. The leaders of the subordinate forces each took back the magic weapon, with a hint of timidity in his eyes. He never dared to launch a rash attack again, and shouted with an extremely ugly expression.

Yingning's voice is like a person, with a childish voice, which is crisp and pleasant, but at this moment it sounds particularly sharp, like a life-threatening ghost.

"Kill again!" The faces of the leaders of the subordinate forces changed slightly, and finally gritted their teeth again, shouted angrily, and the lights lit up again, roaring towards Xia Yunjie.

Seeing this, Xia Yunjie's face changed slightly, and he pointed his finger at the sky again.

The dark clouds were densely covered with dark clouds, and purple thunders bombarded down again.

A cluster of dazzling light exploded, revealing the original shape of the magic weapon, falling with Wushan dull.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" The monks who controlled the magic weapon sprayed blood again, and their faces suddenly turned pale as paper.

After two violent attacks against thunder, their blood and energy swelled, and their souls were depressed, which had already damaged some foundations. If it were the past, they would have to avoid war and recuperate at this time, but today the people from the Louvre Museum were still staring at them, but they could only grit their teeth again and sacrifice their magic weapons again.

Thunder fell densely again.

This time, a monk with a slightly lower level of cultivation fell directly into the clouds and fell into the jungle of Wushan Mountain.

"Useless thing!" Ying Ning not only did not show any pity and concern for the monk who fell into the clouds and fell into Wushan, but instead a little golden light spurted out from his mouth and turned into a golden ring. He directly smashed the monk who fell into Wushan and took his life.

When everyone saw this, they were all disappointed. Someone wanted to pretend to be seriously injured and avoid the battle, but at this time they all had to take up a 120,000-strong spirit to launch fierce attacks on Xia Yunjie again and again.

Everyone tried their best, and Xia Yunjie's pressure suddenly increased, and a pale look began to appear on his rosy and beautiful face.

After all, he was just a cultivator at the peak of the mid-stage ten thousand things. Even if he broke it before he was established, his magic power was pure and profound, and his magic power could not reach the Tongxuan realm. If it weren't for his amazing magic power and his mental power were condensed and powerful, he could exquisitely control the White Tiger Demon-killing Sword. Otherwise, even if his magic power was pure and profound, he would definitely not be able to stop the fight of more than a hundred monks in the Wanxiang realm.

And now, Xia Yunjie finally showed a trace of fatigue and consumed huge mana.

Thunder is no longer as powerful and dense as before.
Chapter completed!