Underworld exchange group

Chapter 630 The Fall
The lightning shield trembled suddenly, and then sword after sword struck the shield heavily, making the sound of clanging metal. Zhang Fan found that although the power of the God of Light was strong, the use of spells was a bit superficial. This reflects the national characteristics of his people, strong in strength but poor in skill.

To put it bluntly, I just don't understand how to unleash one's own strength to the greatest extent.

"Is this also called magic?"

It is basically a light shield assembled by force, just like a piece of iron that has not been hammered by a blacksmith. If it hadn't been stronger than Zhang Fan by a bit, this loose shield would have been crushed by Zhang Fan long ago.

With a flick of the sword, the twelve pearls rose from the sea together, and then hovered in the sky above the God of Light, making a pleasant buzzing sound.

The God of Light can feel that each of these pearls contains terrifying power.

Under it, I felt the power beyond ten thousand catties.

Great pressure!

The east is indeed the cemetery of the gods, and anyone who comes out will be as powerful as a servant. He flipped his hand and found an extra staff. He immediately moved forward. There was a bright white diamond on the staff. Then, the thunder and lightning inside shot out with a chi-chi, and hit the transparent energy plane formed by the twelve pearls pressed down from the sky, and was forced upwards abruptly.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help frowning, turned his fingers controlling the Sky Law Sword Sheath, stomped his feet and gave a soft shout, and immediately the flying sword danced magically in the sky, and rushed towards the opponent again.

"Sword Rain in the Void Night"

Under Zhang Fan's Judgment Technique, the sky darkened without warning. This time, the darkening was much faster than the Parade Technique. After all, it was an advanced technique, and it was even darker, as if ink had been splashed on it. .

The people below saw a strange darkness above the clouds, and couldn't help but be amazed.

Chu Jianjia's heart was in her throat, and she pressed her hands to her chest, feeling extremely nervous.

Facing Jian Yu, the Guangming God's expression changed wildly.

"My God, how can he control so many things."

He has always believed that one must concentrate on one's practice, and it is a very unwise way to spread one's consciousness. They have a formation technique that can play a huge role in distraction.

If, if he had seen Zhang Fan's fighting methods earlier, he would have modified the hexagram, and even thought of a way for one person to use the six hexagrams.

There seemed to be tens of millions of swords in the magic swords that flew over, just like a rain of swords, and the power of each sword was multiplied by an unknown number of times.

In his shocked eyes, the lightning shield that surrounded him exploded in an instant under the sky-filled sword array like a gust of wind and rain.

"My shield! It was broken!"

Seeing this, the God of Light suddenly roared towards the sky, and a terrible strong light erupted from his body. Behind him, there was an image of the rising sun rising into the sky, which was extremely radiant.

The God of Light is a ray of light that gives birth to spiritual consciousness, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the son of the sun. His way of heaven must be closely related to the sun.

The golden rising sun was very tyrannical, and Xu Ye was instantly driven away.

Seeing that the formation was broken, Zhang Fan's expression changed, and he slapped you on the phone.

Suddenly a figure rushed out of thin air, with a terrifying impact, it rushed hundreds of meters at once, with a thick corpse aura floating behind it, it suddenly appeared in front of the God of Light, and the scorching light of the god shone on the corpse aura There was a scorching sound from the ground, and wisps of residual smoke rose.

The puppet corpse king roared in pain, but he couldn't even get close to the body of the God of Light.

The divine light is too strong.

With those roars, the white clouds in the shaking sky kept churning, desperately trying to move forward against the golden sunlight, but it was difficult to make an inch, but there were already groups of fire marks on his body.

Zhang Fan was shocked, this is the puppet corpse king, and he couldn't even get close to the body of the God of Light. It can be seen that the light of the rising sun is so powerful, if he acts forcefully, the puppet corpse king may be burned to ashes.

There was a crisp ding, and a distant bell seemed to come from ancient times.

Zhang Fan was pulling the rope with a fish-like tail in his hand, and the Jiuyou bell below shook slightly, making another ringing sound, thick, simple, and distant, and filled with the power of Jiuyou.

The God of Light swayed and almost couldn't stand up.

"Roar!"

The puppet corpse turned into a black shadow and rushed directly towards the God of Light, piercing through the body of the God of Light, but he did not see him rushing out. Instead, he saw the body of the God of Light emitting black air, The body wants to forcibly turn him into a corpse.

Although the God of Light is able to produce spiritual consciousness from a ray of light, and then cultivate to become a god, it is only Dzogchen after all. Facing the corpse king of the same level, the advantage of the body is that the spiritual consciousness is affected by Jiu Youling. It was already indifferent, and he felt that his body was weakening.

A look of horror finally appeared on the face of the God of Light.

"How, how is it possible?"

He felt his body being corroded bit by bit.

He cried out in pain.

"Sword Rain in the Void Night"

Zhang Fan once again controlled the golden light thunder sword in the sky, and after the magic sword hovered in the sky, it completed the sword technique again, and nine thunder mountains appeared, rumbling down to attack the God of Light.

The sword rain came extremely fiercely, and a sword pierced his body again. After he revealed the golden light of the rising sun, the sword light falling on his body could only hurt his fur, but could not break his defense.

"You can't hurt me, I am the son of the great Sun God."

"You ants!"

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Fan's gaze focused, and the Twelve Pearls of the Sky turned again. Amidst the rumbling noise, the Void Sword Rain Formation was pushed forward, and the formation was attached with a powerful force that surpassed tens of millions of catties.

With a puff, a streak of golden blood flowed out.

"You can actually hurt this god?"

The God of Light yelled in disbelief.

"I want you to die!"

Stimulating all the aura, gathering Bisheng's cultivation base into one blow, Zhang Fan changed the spell again, and the long sword that fell from the sky suddenly couldn't bear the burden, and the sound of the sword screamed, and the sword roared above the nine heavens.

"Congeal!"

Swords gathered one after another, and the sound of the golden sword continued to resound, blending into the golden light thunder sword, and the sword body soared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He forcibly merged the void sword rain formation.

Condensing the scattered sword array into one sword!
"cut!"

Zhang Fan shouted angrily.

With a sound of swiping, under the weight of the Twelve Pearls, the golden giant sword descended towards the God of Light. falling from the sky.

The momentum of the sword rubbed against the air, and a dazzling fire came out.

The surrounding air was cut into pieces.

"No!"

The God of Light yelled in horror, and his whole body was bent into a bend by the force of the sword.

This is like the sword of an ancient sword fairy!
"Come down..."

The onlookers below saw a shadow falling from the sky.

"It's the archbishop..."

Is the Archbishop winning?All the British cheered, especially the British husband, who waved his hands excitedly, while the wife next to him looked depressed.

Chu Jianjia's mind went blank for a while, and she was almost about to cry.

The Chinese people beside them all looked sad.

"Did you lose?"

The eyes of the two members of the Li family were also dimmed, and Miss Li's face was even more pale. "How could you lose? Didn't that kid run away if he couldn't beat him? He could escape."

Suddenly someone shouted: "No!"

Everyone saw that there was another sword, a huge sword that seemed to have flown from ancient times, descending from the sky, and was pressing down on the archbishop.

"No!"

The archbishop let out a terrified scream.

fast, too fast...

At an altitude of several thousand meters, the speed was so fast that the archbishop was nailed to London Bridge by the giant sword.

"How is it possible, this god is the great son of the sun..."

His pale eyes without pupils almost fell out, panic, fear, despair, everything turned into remorse, why, why did he want to provoke the Orientals.

The place known as the cemetery of the gods.

"Let it go, let it go... pass my god..."

He finally experienced the feeling of death.

He raised his hand with difficulty, but that hand was slowly turning into energy particles and drifting away with the wind.

The British were all stunned.

"The archbishop lost?"

The Chinese people are boiling.

(End of this chapter)