Wu alchemy body

Chapter 662 Fierce Battle

The thunderbolt was furious, and the anger turned into purple thunder lingering around his body. He will not admit defeat. The cultivation resources on the eighth floor are too powerful. Not only does the cultivation room contain rich law power, but also the God of War tower will reward [-] battle stars every day point.

At this moment, a terrifying phantom appeared behind the thunderbolt. This phantom held Thor's heavy hammer in his hand. As the thunderbolt moved, the purple phantom suddenly shot a bright purple thunder mark into the void, roaring down .

"Buzz!" Sun Yi didn't hesitate at all, he didn't admit defeat when he saw the thunderstorm, and put five vitality arrows on the arrow strings.

"The Wrath of the Thunder God!" Thunder roared, as if there was only one palm print between the heaven and the earth, he was the great-great-grandson of the master of the Ben Lei Sect, who inherited the blood power of Thunder and Lightning. Five arrows shattered with a sound, and at the same time, his body carried phantoms and slammed into Sun Yi. Those eyes were extremely angry. Someone wanted to challenge his strength, so he would let him die.

"Boom, bang, bang!" Bao Lei is the great-great-great-grandson of the God King, and his bloodlines are not far from each other, which made him use the power of his bloodlines to be powerful. When a thunder burst out, the world was completely wiped out, and the irritable power was immediately shaken by Sun Yi's palm prints. Between the roar and vibration, even with Sun Yi's powerful physical body, he could only feel his arms trembling violently.

"Running Thunder Hand!" The fairy-level martial skill of Ben Lei Zong was knocked out by the violent thunder with blood power. There were nine sounds of rushing thunder, and each sound was like the sky falling apart. Gathering into Ben Lei's hands, it roared nine times like a terrifying thunder dragon that would destroy the world.

"Bang bang!" Under the bombardment of such a powerful force, Sun Yi turned from attacking to defending, and the thunderbolt hand hit Sun Yi's elbow nine times, each time a thunder dragon's power was poured into it, he gritted his teeth, The undead blood was running to cleanse the lightning power in his body, but he still felt that this destructive force wanted to destroy him.

"Pfft, kick!" Sun Yi's body retreated for the first time, taking 38 steps in a row, crushing countless floor tiles with each step, and at the same time, a stream of golden blood spit out from his mouth with raging lightning power.

Even though Thunderbolt is the bottom eighth-level genius, his strength is unfathomable. In addition, under the circumstances of Thunderbolt's fury, even a weaker three-and-a-half-step king may be torn apart alive by Thunderbolt .

"Give me to die." Thunderstorm's face was full of ferocity, and the thunderbolt hand had the power of nine thunder dragons, and it turned into a terrifying afterimage in the blink of an eye and rushed over. Torn apart, let Bing Xin on the side see this scene with her heart tightly clenched, her hands clasped together and staring tightly.

"Black Dragon Bow!" Sun Yi snorted, the thunderstorm was much stronger than before, he no longer held back, he pulled out a fierce black dragon arrow, opened the prohibition inside, completely released the black dragon's unwilling anger, he A black dragon hovering above his head roared.

"Golden Red Tiger! Red Suzaku!"

With all the cards out of the hole, a ghostly image of a golden-red tiger and a soaring vermilion bird hovered above Sun Yi's head. Sun Yi possessed the bloodlines of the two holy beasts of the Sun family and the Xin family. The shadow appeared, restraining the black dragon in just a split second.

Suzaku stepped on the black dragon's tail, and the fierce tiger grabbed the black dragon's head. Among the four holy beast families, the dragon is the head of the four, the most rebellious and the most lustful. That's why there are so many sub-dragon races spread in many worlds.

But the joint suppression of the two holy beasts is more than enough for this black dragon.

"What! You also have the power of blood, and there are two kinds!" Bao Lei's body froze suddenly, his pupils widened, unbelievable, two kinds of blood power, no wonder he dared to challenge him with the seventh stage of the altar.

Immediately there was a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, and he roared: "But it's nothing, your realm is not as good as mine, and all struggles are in vain."

Ben Lei grabbed it with his hand, and the nine thunder dragons had the power of thousands of troops, galloping through the void, and the nine dragons came together.

"Swoosh!" Sun Yi calmly let go of the drawn bowstring, and released three immortal-level black dragon arrows in an instant, like three black dragons going away. The three dragons are fighting against the thunder dragon. It's just an illusion of martial arts, with only form but no spirit.

But the black dragon arrow is different. It is made of real black dragon bones, and the bones contain the anger of a god-level black dragon who is unwilling to die.

In the void, the black dragon and the thunder dragon fight, the black dragon roars and the void trembles, the black dragon's unwillingness is vented on the thunder dragon, and the thunder dragons turn into dissipated lightning power under the bite of the black dragon. , the solid seven-layer space was torn apart.

"This is impossible, where did this bow come from!"

Shocked by the thunderstorm, he watched the nine thunder dragons being torn apart by the black dragon, and the remaining power of the three arrows roared towards him again, suppressing the shock in his heart, he understood that if he was directly shot by these three arrows, , he must die.

"Nine Layers of Thunder Mountain!" Another terrifying fairy-level martial skill was swung from Thunderbolt's hand. Everyone who can reach the eighth floor for a few years will have several immortal-level martial arts as their trump card. Martial arts.

At this moment, the ten thousand zhang thunder light is no longer scattered between the sky and the earth, but gathers in the hands of the thunderstorm. A thunder mountain appears between the sky and the earth, and there seems to be a Leifeng Pagoda on it. With a lot of vitality, his face was pale.

"Boom!" The three black dragon arrows collided with Leishan, and the void trembled unsteadily. The sharp penetrating power of the black dragon's arrows directly hit a huge hole in Leishan, and hit the thunderstorm, which shocked the thunderstorm. The hairs stand on end!

"Bang bang!" The last vitality of the three black dragon arrows collided with the thunderstorm, and a terrifying explosion sounded, and the nine-fold thunder mountain turned into lightning and dissipated. Sun Yi raised his hand and retracted the three exhausted arrows.

"Hoo hoo...!" Thunder was panting heavily, and knelt down on the ground, his unwilling eyes fixed on Sun Yi, almost, just a little bit, he was killed by these three arrows, but even if he was lucky After recovering a life, his body was covered in blood and he was in a terrible state.

Sun Yi calmly looked at the embarrassing thunderstorm, and he didn't feel too much complacent in his heart. He didn't mean to underestimate the other nine geniuses on the eighth floor. These ten people were almost the most powerful geniuses in the entire central region. There are their horrors.

Take this Thunderbolt as an example, the genius who ranked last, but Sheng himself almost ran out of cards, and it took a lot of effort to defeat Thunderbolt, what is there to be proud of.

"Well, after all, my realm is still too low. If my realm and physical body can reach the ninth level of the altar, then I can use a crushing posture in the face of thunderstorms, and there is no need to expend such a large amount of means."

Sun Yi lamented that in the later stages of the Divine Stage, each layer is like a mountain, with a huge gap. If it is not relying on the strength of the physical body, it will not be so easy to face the thunderstorm. The tempering will not be worse than him.

If Baolei knew about Sun Yi's lament, he would definitely spit out a big mouthful of blood. You almost beat me to death at the seventh level of the altar, and I am still sighing here, how can others live.

(End of this chapter)