White-Robed Chief

A tiny thunderbolt throbs in the body, inspiring the vitality of every inch of flesh.

Everywhere in the body is desperately fighting against the engulfment and destruction of thunder and lightning, but in front of the thunder and lightning, it is so powerless and small that if you want to die, you can only unite and operate in accordance with the Vajrayana body and mind.

The potential of the body is fully exhibited, King Kong's unstoppable body is advancing rapidly, and while strengthening the body, he is also absorbing the amount of lightning power. Although subtle, only a little bit of absorption can make King Kong's indestructible leapfrog.

"Click!" The light flashed, shining brightly, like silver cracks appearing in the sky.

"Booming ..." The thunder was billowing, raging like fury.

Lightning strikes everything in a radius of ten miles, especially Song Zhifan, and there is nowhere else to escape, all methods are invalid.

As a god, there is a **** field, Chu Li is a god, there is a magic field, and this thunderbolt is also a strange field, locking the space and avoiding it.

As a **** of heaven, at this time, he was like a shivering chicken, poor and weak. He fought desperately under the thunder, but seemed so weak that he could not move in one step, as if held by invisible forces. Lighter.

Chu Li shook his head and marveled that he was able to fight against the treasure of Tianlei. This was a treasure that he had never heard of. It seems that Changshengjiao is indeed a trivial matter and can find such a wonderful thing.

He was not the target of the thunderbolt, he was only captured, but he could not escape, and he could not go beyond ten miles.

He intelligently and fuzzyly predicted the location of the thunder and lightning based on the astronomical technique of the star hole and the large round mirror, so that he could move hard to avoid the most powerful places. He could only avoid the most violent thunder and lightning, and the rest could not be avoided.

Because in the thunder field, invisible forces hinder, such as being in a huge mud, every move is very laborious.

He desperately absorbed the thunder and lightning to cultivate King Kong, and he was in the middle of life and death.

As soon as the thunder and lightning broke, his body would collapse and turn into flying ash. Even with the dead sutra, it would be useless. How could the body be turned into a flying ash, how could he survive, so his mind was always in a state of cohesion and he did not dare to make mistakes and distraction If there is a slight difference, it will be wiped out by the lightning.

Fortunately, the Tianxing Cave virtual surgery and Dayuan Jingzhi have made no mistakes at the critical time. So far, each time they have been able to avoid the most violent thunder and lightning, and they can desperately absorb the thunder and lightning to make King Kong invincible.

At the moment of life and death, the potential was stimulated, and there was thunder and lightning. King Kong did not die in the first layer, and the second layer was also successful under several breaths. The third layer, the fourth layer, and the fifth layer.

When Song Zhifan's white light was so faint that he could hardly see it, King Kong's immortal body was finally practiced on the eighth floor.

He didn't know how long the sky thunder would bombard. It was estimated that it had already passed a quarter of an hour. Between life and death, time passed extremely slowly. A quarter of an hour seemed to be a year long.

He had several urges to rush to Song Zhifan and destroy him while he was weak.

However, Song Zhifan was wearing a Baoyi guard and was struck by lightning. If he approached, he might not hurt him, but was directly struck by lightning to fly ash.

Under scruples, he can only find a chance and kill him when he is weakest.

It can be seen that Song Zhifan's situation has been battling with the invisible forces that restrained him, and he has no control over thunder and lightning, and has great confidence in his treasure.

"Ah-!" Song Zhifan suddenly roared to the sky.

"Bang!" A murmuring trembled from his blood.

Song Zhifan's clothes suddenly swelled, then stepped out, and finally broke free of the restrained power.

"Boom!" The thunder and lightning suddenly intensified, and Chu Li had only white glare in front of him, ten times stronger than before.

"Bang!" Song Zhifan flew straight out more than a dozen feet, his clothes were broken, revealing a black silk dress inside, smooth and soft like satin, fluttering as if he was moving, there was no wind around him.

"Boom!" The more intense thunder and lightning dropped again.

Song Zhifan's appearance appeared ten feet away, avoiding this thunderbolt.

Chu Li was also able to avoid it, and he found that he was not as fast as Song Zhifan.

After breaking free of the invisible **** power, it seemed that his skills had increased greatly. Although he could not reach the speed outside Tian Lei's field, he was already comparable to the ordinary sky masters, so Tian Lei could not bombard him at all.

Chu Li is different. He still hasn't been able to break the shackles and can only move step by step.

Song Zhifan is like a feather, no matter how intense the thunder and lightning, he can avoid lightly.

The dark clouds of the sky gradually dissipated, the light recovered, and the thunder and lightning slowly dissipated, as if finally confessing the fact that he had no choice but to help Song Zhifan, and then he was discouraged and stopped.

Song Zhifan flashed in front of Chu Li and took a photo.

The black clothes around him were flashing streamers, seeming to contain strange powers, which made Chu Li curious. Does this baoyi only defend against lightning and cannot hinder internal forces, its right sleeve was cut off by its own sword.

Chu was too late to dodge.

A slam in the chest.

With a blow from the **** of heaven, his palm strength was pure and firm, and he would wreak havoc on his chest.

As soon as it entered the body and skin, it encountered layers of invisible power.

The power of the **** of heaven is like a cone, breaking open layer after layer of strength, one layer is broken and another layer is coming, endless, and it is consumed in the end and has not been able to penetrate into his body, and is annihilated only on the skin.

Chu Li felt the power of eight-layer King Kong's indestructible, nodded with satisfaction ~ www.readwn.com ~ and frowned again.

Song Zhifan's body became extremely fast. Although he was under the speed of his **** field, he was extremely fast, but he was so fast that he couldn't escape.

Tenjin field restrained magical powers, he could still directly use Void Brightness to leave, and if he did not die, he could only escape. At this time, King Kong did not die, but wanted to see what he could do.

"What kind of footwork is this?" Chu Li was hit in the palm of his hand in the blink of an eye, without any injuries, and asked loudly: "It's such an unusual footwork so fast!"

"Yu Dianbu!" Song Zhifan frowned and sneered, "Tian Shen Wu Xue!"

Said another slap to Chuli eyes.

Chu Li stretched out his palm to stop him. Combining Vientiane Guizong and Tianxingdong Xushu, he could predict his palm strength.

"Bang!" He took a step back and yelled, "Tenjin martial arts?"

"Huh, everyone thinks that the **** of heaven is the best, and only needs to strengthen the cultivation, and the original heavenly martial arts are displayed." Song Zhifan sneered: "Everyone is a frog at the bottom of the well, don't you know that there is a special **** of martial arts!"

Chu Li thoughtfully said, "Presumably another **** has a heritage."

"There is a fart." Song Zhifan snorted: "Tian Wai Tian did not pass on the martial arts to them!"

Chu Li thoughtfully: "So, can you crush all the gods by virtue of martial arts?"

"Exactly!" Song Zhifan laughed. "I have escaped from this thunderstorm, and I ca n’t take it out of heaven. I am not bound by the sky and not bound by the rules of the sky. Haha, I knew this already, I have become a **** of heaven, Why wait till now! "

The two were talking hard, and Song Zhifan slapped Chuli a dozen more times, but still could not help him.

Song Zhifan frowned, the old guy seemed to be hiding in the shell of the turtle, but he was not afraid of his own power, but he did not know the sword, otherwise he would beheaded with a sword.