When the dark clouds spread and blow, the clouds and thunder will disappear and dissolve in the air … only then can you snap your fingers at peace! Clouds and thunder reappear and once again surround Su Jing, who is rushing to the sky.
Thunder is brave, they are alive, and they will chase the enemy if they need Hongji’s mind to command them! Is there anyone in this world who can escape faster than thunder? !
Su Jing can’t escape this time
The first loud noise did not fall, and the second thunder started again.
For the first time, the thunder was eager to get rid of the dark clouds, and the power of black magic never wavered; On the second thunder day, the destructive force was rolling and threatening, and the gas was visible to the naked eye, like a stormy wave sweeping all directions!
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Once again, the thunder passed, and the dark clouds dispersed for half a mile, and Su Jing disappeared … but there was a new black prison!
Su Jing fled into the sword prison to smash the demon emperor’s blow.
Listening to Hong Ji roar, clouds and thunder rush again and make crack day with a bang;
In the dark, a clear sword sounds, and the sword prison flies, and the fire is raging, and the anti-cirrus thunder sword is beginning to unfold!
Strike, scatter, gather, and strike again. After three or five times, the cloud and thunder suddenly change and don’t disappear and leave. Three hundred and eleven clouds and thunder and three hundred and eleven black rings will wrap the sword prison tightly … The original clear sky has become dark and heavy. There are thousands of dark clouds gathering and thousands of purple arcs blooming and constantly merging into the cloud and thunder black rings.
Spells are connected with the thunder spirit of Tianwei demon family, and the real thunder demon emperor Hongji borrows from the sky!
Thunder and fury stormed the sword prison.
The sword prison was trembling and crumbling. Su Jing, a stone bridge in Lianchi, whispered, "Keep the prison!" Kneeling in front of him, the shackles of the 17-year-old man broke or cried or laughed, and one head crashed into the wall, and he threw himself into the lotus pond to die, melting into the black prison. In an instant, the rage of the sword prison soared and trembled much more smoothly.
And Su Jing’s yelling is another "bursting!"
Sacrifice Su Jing, who has been refined in the sword prison again. It has added ninety-nine sword tricks, and each trick has a feather … The golden light bursts out!
Nine-nine swords and feathers go to the sky to gather and make a sharp Changhong fly out of the sword prison and hit the sky directly!
Zenith thousands of miles of dark clouds were suddenly broken by sword feathers and several miles of big holes.
The sun poured down and shone brightly in Tianwu Sword Prison.
Yang fire soars, the sword prison is completely stable, and in the fierce roar, the shock wave is bright and lashing, breaking the black ring and slashing the thunder; The ninety-nine sword feather continues to scatter and separate the zenith clouds layer by layer!
The demon family Leifa can borrow the thunder and fire of the Nine Clouds and the good sword of the Golden Gate, and it also has its own sun echo!
Demon emperor drives thunder array, Su Jing palm sword prison in half a mile rolling against each other …
On the other side, atrix is also in full swing
The Great Sage Jun’s demon is in full swing, flying in the sky or chasing the ground. The old demon really wants to use the strength of more than 30 demons to cope with it, but the old demon is here to help him. After returning from the fox, he dismissed most of his friends.
Throwing the Buddha to announce the name of the dish, the red-eyed real person calling for the baby, and the god of flowers thinking that the beauty is muddy, the "sword tactic" is even louder than the three-corpse sword line, and the old demon releases the black and gold centipede.
After playing for a long time, the three corpses firmly occupied the wind.
Su Jing’s strength of the three corpses rises again, and the power of the sword array can’t be mentioned in the same breath when fleeing. It’s really flustered to find opportunities to die together at any time.
On the other hand, the old demon and the crazy enemy like the Three Corpses are fighting each other, but he can’t concentrate on the old man. He finally points out a mind that is tied to Fan Qiaoshen …
Yin Lao has never seen Fan Qiao.
Fan Qiao practiced the teachings of the Sun, and then he cultivated a method to collect gas reservoirs. He showed his old roots, but he couldn’t see his present state.
I can’t see the boundary, but Yin Lao can tell that Fan Qiaobao’s banner and the mysterious brown spell are of the same vein.
Su’s little demon fled into the brown land and hid for 50 years before everyone met him again. There was a swaggering old man around him with a strange baby in his hand-how can Yin Lao not doubt that the "old fairy" is the brown land patriarch Johnson?
Yin Lao doesn’t know where the brown land is, but with "magic", he will know that the other party is also a terrible person, which dare not guard against it
After fiddling with a thousand eyes, I looked at the idea without making moves. Fan Qiao came up with it himself and got Su Jing’s praise …
In the sky, Lei Jian Prison is evenly divided for the time being, but after a period of entanglement, Hongji spells can’t stand the sky, the sword prison, and the clouds and thunder suddenly collapse away.
No longer disappear, but turn into a cloud, like a frightened fish.
The demon emperor’s qi is still not escaping, and Su Jing has temporarily restrained the spell sword feather and returned to the third prison to concentrate and gain momentum.
Fill up half a cup of tea. Kung Fu Fang Yun moves!
It can be clearly seen that the thick black clouds are naturally brewed by heaven and earth, and they are drawn by Hong Jiyun Lei from all directions at the end of the corner of the sky towards the sword prison.
Ben Lei crossed Su Jing’s previous place in the hill. There are plants and trees hiding birds, grasses, prostrate insects and ants. Everything remains the same. The evil thunder sweeping seems to be no stronger than a breeze. But really, the mountain breeze blows over the hill and then it is scattered with a shock, and there is nothing to rush birds, plants and rocks. Everything in this Fiona Fang hill has never left a trace.
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