It's just that this is not what it used to be, Kaitian has already stepped into the Purple Mansion Realm, his arms waved back, his long hair flew, and he let those falling pale red thunders bombard his body, and the arcs were like bathing, and at this time, these pale red arcs could no longer pierce the skin and invade Kaitian's body. Flash Dance.

Kaitian let out a long roar, and then his body changed into a white robe, and under the baptism of countless red thunders, the speed suddenly doubled, and after a few flashes, he fell towards the isolated island in the lake that loomed in the lake.

The closer you get to the isolated island in the lake, the more terrifying and powerful the thunder and lightning that fall in the sky, and its color has completely changed from light red to red, but now, this thunder and lightning can no longer hinder Kaitian from stepping into the isolated island in the middle of the lake.

Just when Kaitian took the first step into the isolated island in the lake, within eighty miles of clouds and mist behind him, Qing Yan also used his whole body's magical powers to fight against the thunder that kept falling in the sky, but compared to the red thunder that Kaitian experienced, Qing Yan was much better, and the most ferocious time was just black thunder. Flash Dance.

At this time, Qing Yan was more like a sharp sword than Kaitian, and the momentum exuded by the whole person was so sharp, and the thirteen crystal swords around his body blocked most of the thunder for him, and Qing Yan himself practiced thunder attribute swordsmanship, which also reduced the damage of these thunderbolts.

Even Qing Yan was a little strange, whether there was any connection between these thirteen crystal swords and this place, whenever the thunder broke out in the air, and the horror made Qing Yan feel in a state of mind, these crystal flying swords would emit shocks, so that there was a huge sword intent in the air that flowed away, and a lot of thunder and lightning were cut off

The arc and lightning on his body kept swimming, Qing Yan's face was full of determination, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, chuckled a few times, and then his body turned vertical, and he stepped out of the thunder sea in front of him again, heading towards the isolated island in the middle of the lake. Flash Dance.

I don't know why, the more he moved forward, the more Qing Yan felt a strong sword intent, and this sword intent was even more subtle to himself, and it seemed to be guiding in the dark.

The rolling thunder tide fell in unison, as if crazy, the black and white thunder alternately slashed towards Qing Yan, the sky was like a rage, wantonly swaying as if venting anger, but the sword trick in Qing Yan's body automatically flowed, and the thirteen crystal flying swords automatically changed their moves, trying their best to resist the thunder from above.

Gradually, Qing Yan's figure flew to the sky above the isolated island in the middle of the lake, and before he could fly down, he only saw the thunder in the sky suddenly erupt, this time it was a red thunder that fell, and it came directly to three at once, a huge roar, as if tearing the sky apart, and the terrifying aura of destroying the world was coming in an instant.

Qing Yan frowned slightly, his face instantly became difficult to look at, he could feel the red thunder that fell from the sky this time, what a terrifying power it contained, and before it was split on his body, it had already made his skin tingle, and the thirteen crystal small swords even erupted with a sword roar, and they all vibrated together.

Such a terrifying thunder was far from being comparable to the black and white thunder just now, Qing Yan didn't know if he could resist it at all, in the heavenly mansion in his body, the spirit peaks shook together, and all the cultivation was running wildly.

As soon as his mind moved, a sharp sword intent suddenly burst out from Qing Yan's body, and countless arc bounces appeared on the surface of his body, and then the sword intent and the arc were intertwined, transforming into a thunder sword several zhang high.

Qing Yan pointed upwards, and the thunder sword flew directly upward, and the thirteen crystal flying swords also followed, rotating at high speed, forming a huge whirlpool, and all of them met the red thunder falling from the sky.

The roar exploded, and the red lightning burst into action, and the thunder sword cast by Qing Yan was instantly shattered under a red thunderbolt, while the other two red thunderbolts were directly blasted into the vortex condensed by the thirteen crystal flying swords above Qing Yan's head.

There was a sensation in all directions, like a landslide and the earth cracked, a shining huge ball of light erupted, layers of ripples rippled around, and the clouds and mist that touched it shattered in an instant, Qing Yan's body fell to the isolated island below, the arc on the body was swirling, the wounds were all over, and bright red blood flowed out.

The rumbling thunder shook, the clouds and mist surged in the air, and in the midst of the sound, it seemed to be brewing, and then a red thunder pillar blasted towards the body of Qing Yan who fell below.

An invisible sword intent suddenly came from the isolated island below, silently slashing directly at the red thunder pillar.