Chapter 435 Can We Stop Playing?

Chapter 434 Isn't it okay?

First of all, the Elder Elder Magic Zong never wanted to die.

Secondly, death does not seem to be unable to get him.

He thought about various deaths, but he never thought that eight people caused such a tragic way of thunder.

Good news, his conjecture is right. The barriers of super outliers need to be persecuted to the limit through external forces. This will undoubtedly provide a large direction for later people and point out the future way.

In bad news, he may be recorded in the history of the monk world.

But he wants to accept it alive!

Boom!

Lei Chi was rolling sharply. They had seen Han Yu's robbery, and naturally understood that this was a prelude to the thunderstorm.

With a slap in the split, sixty -four thunders fell down, as if to break the world, they passed through the mountain stream and fell fiercely.

Everyone was impartial, and they were divided into eight.

"Actually, you don't have to be so fair."

Elder Luo wanted to cry without tears. He was still injured. He had just been injured by this group of grandson a few days ago and hasn't slowed down yet! It's better to give him less!

The elders of Wushuang Building are not much better. The time is not over. After noon, his side effects are letting him walk into the decline process.

If this is a long time, when his body is getting weaker, the possibility of the first death is extremely high.

Although the remaining people have no these constraints, they can not see where they look.

"Otherwise, let's work together!"

The old monk of the Galan Temple's sorrow suggestion has been provoked anyway, and it is not as good as eight people.

Before a few people responded, the Elder Elder Elderly was rushing to stop.

"Please let me go! It is suspected that the thunder is not big enough. If you work together, you will only continue to increase the power of mines."

Just get closer, let the thunderous spread. If you fight against each other again, you will definitely usher in the strengthening of mines again.

"Disposter it first, and resist each."

The only way he can think of can only be like this first.

Eight thunders per person can resist.

Fortunately, the color of this wave of thunder is just silver, the most primary mines.

"Give me!"

A group of people showed their own each other to obstruct them with various magic weapons.

The old monk of the Galan Temple took out the big wooden fish.

After the silver -white thunder was hit, the electric light overflowed, and the silver arc was chaotic. After the eight roads, I saw the entire black fish as dark as the smoke fell back.

One sword and a sword used by the elders of Wushuang Building did not grow under the air, but it differentiated dozens of swords in the same sword. Its appearance is not the slightest difference.

The sword danced randomly and strangled at the eight -tie thunder.

In just a moment, the thunder disappeared, and the sword fell back.

The remaining people are similar to the same means, and each uses magic weapons to compete.

Of course, it is not difficult to deal with it.

For example, Elder Luo.

Nanli Jianzhai said in swordsmanship that most of his strength fell in his own cultivation, followed by the magic weapon.

He was injured, and he was not good at it. At this moment, it was quite uncomfortable to control the Fa Jian to meet the thunderbolt.

The Elder Elder Elderly is different from others. He can perceive the touches of barriers more and more obvious.

The same silver thunder, the appearance of other people's side, has changed thousands of changes here.

It seemed like a dragon and a tiger.

Such a difference is more difficult to deal with.

He threw a scroll, and the mountains outlined the mountains, lifelike like another wonderful realm.

The scrolls spread, and there was a hidden shadow that emerged. The dragon and tiger thunder fell into it. There was a sound of rotten stone through the empty sound. Then the knife soldiers came together and cut to the mountains.

After the thunder was blocked, the mountains inside the scroll were already full of sores, or lacking a corner, or disappearing out of thin air, just like an unfinished appearance.

The Elder Elder Elderly couldn't breathe only at a glance at a glance. This is his beloved baby, who has raised it for most of his life and already has other magic weapons. Now it is like a dog, which has destroyed more than half.

After the end of the thunderbolt, a group of old guys looked ugly, blocking was blocked, but it was not necessarily worthy of happiness. This was just an appetizer.

"Don't let's go up?"

Elder Luo was lingering. This group of people was the most difficult to resist.

If you come again, he may not be able to hold it, so he has the idea of ​​giving birth to.

"Here are under the mountain stream, and the left and right are all mountains. Once the thunderstorm is more powerful, let alone resist, let's be buried alive."

He seemed to make some reason.

and……

"After going up, we try to start separating away, see if we can ..."

The old monk in the Galan Temple had already thought that in the spacious place, he slowly withdrew from the minefield and may be able to hide.

After all, mines are not dedicated to them.

There is no wrong one, one time, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one by one!

A group of people's eyes were shining, and it seemed quite reasonable. One by one, they rose up and flew up towards the top of the mountain.

"Old ghost, don't follow it!"

The elder of Wushuang suddenly screamed. Because of the movement from behind him, he couldn't help but look back, but saw that Elder Matsians also followed.

It was just to hide from him. Why did he follow?

"Nonsense, you are afraid of being buried alive, but I am not afraid?"

The Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect spoke in a bad mood. He naturally felt that the discussion of a group of people made sense. When the power of the thunderbolt came up later, if they stayed any longer, they would be buried alive.

Mo Yushu and the old housekeeper rolled their eyes at the eight old men coming up. What they feared would come true.

They were afraid that the thunderbolt would affect the Shenji Academy, but they didn't stay down and really came up.

The second wave of thunderbolt took a long time to brew, but fortunately they were given enough time. After the eight people came up, they immediately changed different directions and fled far away, leaving only the Great Elder of Piaomiao Sect alone.

But soon, the seven people came back at the same time.

"Damn it, I'm being targeted wherever I go."

The Great Elder of Langya Mountain cursed. He ran far enough, but there was always a chill on his head.

Elder Luo looked grim. He felt a palpitation as soon as he got out of the minefield, which was even more terrifying than being inside the minefield.

"Why do I feel that if I don't hold on after being pulled in, I will die more miserably."

He was not the only one who felt this way. Several others also had this intuition.

Can we stop playing?

The robbery thunder obviously disagreed.

Since we are in, we have to play.

"I guess the robbery thunder here is more of a test than a killing, but it may not be the case after escaping."

The face of the elder of Wushuang Tower turned black. Even if it was a test, they were not mentally prepared!

It was the elder of Piaomiao Sect who was courting death. They were just joining in the fun. At most, they would wave flags and shout a little, but they definitely didn't want to go down in person.

They dared to save people when the mechanism was out of control, but under the robbery thunder, they could only say that they were all well, and they would never dare to help.

"Spread out, don't let each other's thunderbolts overlap."

The old monk of the Galan Temple showed a look of misery. At this point, what else can he do except hold on with the greatest intensity.

Moreover, the second wave of thunderbolts is obviously coming, and the thunderous momentum makes it difficult for everyone to breathe.

It is hard to imagine how terrible it will be when it really falls.

A faint blue light flickers in the clouds. The second stage of thunderbolts is so terrifying.

It is conceivable how abnormal Han Yu must have been to survive the purple thunderbolts that day.

"Hold on for a while, I feel like I'm going to make it."

The great elder of the Piaomiao Sect suddenly shouted, and at this time his perception changed again...