The nine scattered qi machines were gradually merging, Li Qifeng's expression was full of a trace of madness, and all over his body, thin blood beads continued to seep out, turning into nothingness in the purple thunder in an instant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The qi machine slowly merges into one.

Above the sky, it is even more irritable.

As the black clouds rolled over one after another, the purple light became more and more intense, and even the white lightning reflected a hint of purple.

A low majesty spread from heaven and earth.

Li Qifeng looked up at the sky, and his eyes became extremely calm.

Black clouds surged, and a purple light shone half of the sky.

A purple thunderbolt burst out.

The purple thunder was the thickness of an arm, and the powerful power it emitted made a sneering sound in the void.

Li Qifeng bent down slightly.

It's charging.

The next moment, Li Qifeng's body burst out, and above his body, the golden light was shining.

Both fists are smashed out at the top corners.

Above the fist, a violent internal force swept out.

The power of this thunder is really too fierce, and Li Qifeng does not dare to be careless, let alone lead the thunder to quench his body.

The thunder roared, and under the resistance of the violent internal force, it suddenly slowed down.

However, soon, a powerful force burst out directly.

Li Qifeng's expression changed in shock.

The body swept backwards.

The power of heaven and earth cannot be underestimated.

Yuanhong is in his hand, and the sword is majestic.

In one breath, Li Qifeng retreated eighteen steps.

The Yuanhong in his hand has already slashed out 1,800 swords, and the sword is mighty.

The powerful power of that purple thunder was actually cut by half under this thousand eight hundred swords.

The internal force surged, and the endless sword qi above the Yuanhong Sword exploded.

In the shape of a fan, it swept out.

Heavy Lei Wei is a few points weaker.

Above the heavenly dome, in an instant, there was a silence, as if it had given up, and it seemed like the calm before the rage.

Three more swords were slashed out in a row, and there was not much power left in that thunder.

Li Qifeng's eyes showed a hint of joy and looked at the sky.

But the moment he looked at it, the joy in Li Qifeng's eyes disappeared without a trace.

Above the sky, the black clouds dispersed.

In a flash.

Out of thin air, two purple thunders came in the air, and the two purple thunders were already as thick as buckets, and when they were in the air, the two thick purple thunders were actually merging with each other.

In the blink of an eye, the two thunderbolts merged into one.

A huge purple thunder dragon came out of the abyss, breaking through the waves of ten thousand waters, and its momentum was overwhelming.

Li Qifeng's expression became extremely solemn.

The sound of the machine spring in the wooden box sounded again.

Too unsheathed.

Left too cang, right abyssal rainbow.

A hint of flushing appeared in Li Qifeng's expression.

Taicang moved in the air, the black light was faint, and in an instant, eight swords appeared around the sword body, and the eight swords were centered on Taicang, forming a circle, and the sword qi was blended and the qi flowed.

Yuan Hong trembled slightly, and a sword roar pierced through the heavens and the earth, and the internal force swept out, pouring into the sword body, and the sword qi was even more powerful.

The thick brontosaurus approached.

The two swords flickered.

A move to the sword.

A sword opens the gate of heaven.

The eight swords roared out and slashed towards the huge dragon head, and the violent power was completely released, actually making the thunder dragon's head shattered.

The sword light illuminated a piece.

It is just like the clarity of chaos at the beginning.

The giant brontosaurus exploded.

The moment it exploded, the thunder that changed into the thickness of thousands of arms surrounded Li Qifeng.

The thunder of the Dao intertwined to form a thunder net.

Swing your twin swords with great power.

But it can't break the thunder of ten million.

Dao Dao thunder exploded above Li Qifeng's body, and the Buddha Slaughter Vajra body became extremely dim.

The nine scattered qi engines have been completely fused.

Li Qifeng no longer hesitated, and the fused coarse air machine flowed through his body, and the sound of a bell rang melodiously.

All over the body, the golden light skyrocketed.

Li Qifeng turned his footsteps at the moment, and the internal force swept out, trying to struggle the thunder net.

But

The sky is mighty, how can it end so easily.

The next moment, the terrifying power of those tens of millions of thunderbolts exploded directly.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of paleness, and that powerful qi was even more sluggish, as if he was afraid of thunder.

The internal force swept over, and Li Qifeng tried to stop the power of the thunder.

However, the power of those tens of thousands of thunderbolts exploding could not be so easy to bear.

The continuous pain spread throughout Li Qifeng's body.

In the midst of the continuous thunder roar, above the sky, black clouds actually began to roll again.

With a long breath, Li Qifeng turned on the qi machine, and above the golden body, the light suddenly shone again.

In this moment.

Between heaven and earth, there was a thunderclap on the flat ground, and an indescribable thick purple thunder fell directly from the sky, the purple light flashed, sneered, and ran over all the way, like an immortal above the nine heavens being knocked down to the mortal world.

At the same time, Li Qifeng clearly felt that the power of the purple thunder around him had also become more riotous.

What the hell is going on?

Generally speaking, there are only nine thunders in the Thunder Tribulation, how can there be another purple thunder now?

Heaven seems to have played a big joke on Li Qifeng.

The power contained in the purple thunder is terrifying, as if it wants to completely erase Li Qifeng from the world.

Li Qifeng's expression was full of anger.

Above the twin swords, a fierce internal force poured in.

With a gaze, Li Qifeng stepped out in one step, and his twin swords burst out.

The powerful power exploded, but under the thick thunder, it was like a drop in the bucket.

As soon as the footsteps moved, the qi gathered, and on the white jade pagoda in the body, the light was even worse.

Li Qifeng ran forward in an extremely brutal way, his head lowered, and his shoulders directly smashed through the heavy thunder net.

The body jumped up, and Li Qifeng's shoulders slammed into the last purple thunder.

Booming loud bang.

The thick purple thunder shattered, but soon converged again.

On the golden body of the Buddha Tu, the luster is extremely dull.

The qi that entered the body after that glow was empowered was even more sluggish.

A shout rang out.

Li Qifeng's eyes saw a surge of fighting intent.

As the saying goes: the mandate of heaven cannot be violated.

But if he wants to destroy himself on this day, Li Qifeng doesn't mind going against the sky.

The qi in the whole body began to converge, and there were two in total, one was Li Qifeng's original qi, which was blood-colored, and the other was the qi that entered the body when he cultivated the golden body of the Buddha, which was empowered by the glow of light, showing gold.

Two air engines.

One red and one gold.

The flow of air is just like the trend of swallowing mountains and rivers.

With two swords in hand, the sword is majestic.

Look at the purple thunder that bombarded me.

In front of the qi machine, one red and one gold, just like two giant dragons.

Step out.

Left too cang, right abyssal rainbow.

Each pulls an air engine.

The sky is too wide, the black light is faint, and the endless sword aura is clear.

Yuanhong slashed out, and the sword light was like the rising sun, shining brightly.

Two swords and two styles.

Simple, straightforward, and unhurried.

A voice came out between heaven and earth, like a long groan when a giant dragon woke up, and the sound rolled in, accompanied by a powerful power.

Finishing touch.

The world's first grandmaster, Wang Daoling, is the best at pressing the bottom of the box.