Chapter Seventy-Two: The Golden Sword Tribulates the Thunder

"Are you alright?" Zhang Daniu was separated by a mountain, anxiously looking at Fei Qing who was sitting on the ground gasping, wanting to go over, but afraid of disturbing her to cross the catastrophe. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 The most important thing is that his calamity is gathering overhead. At this time, it's best not to run around, it doesn't matter if you kill him, if you implicate her, he will really be extremely guilty.

He is not the same as Fei Qing, although he pretends to be an immortal, but his true cultivation is still 108,000 miles away from the tribulation, and it is not too urgent for him to increase the experience of the tribulation. But Fei Qing is already at the realm of longevity in reality, and the next step is to cross the catastrophe to become an immortal, and this simulated catastrophe is very important to her. Even if she was killed by the thunderbolt in the end, it might not be a good thing for her, after all, it was also a kind of experience accumulation. If it is because of the interference of the clouds and the death, it is the real wrong, and the death is worthless.

"It's fine." She stood up and said without looking back. It's not that she's cold, it's that the third wave of thunder is about to fall, and she really can't be distracted and chat. However, she still took the time to glance at the top of Zhang Daniu's head, and sure enough, dark clouds were rolling, and a huge golden knife had just condensed and formed. Countless golden sword qi rained down like rain, and it was about to slash at the top of his head, but this person was still staring at himself. She didn't care about her thunder, and hurriedly shouted, "Watch out for the top of your head!" ”

"Huh?" Zhang Daniu subconsciously raised his head and found that countless small golden knives had flown in front of him. If she hadn't reminded him, he would have been dismembered.

However, the nearest golden knife had already reached within three feet of him, and even if he had already reacted, he had lost the opportunity to resist at this time. He subconsciously raised his arm, resisting the impending damage in the most primitive way of human beings. Fei Qing couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and the scene of brainstorming was not a pleasant memory.

"Dang!" There was a crisp metal crash.

Everyone thought that Zhang Daniu was dead, even he thought so. At the moment of great danger, the Zixiao Thunder Sword automatically protected the master, and the golden knife in front of him bounced open. Zhang Da Niu sweated profusely, and sure enough, he was a knife on his head, patronizing to watch the beauty cross the catastrophe, and almost forgot that he also had a flying sword.

Zhang Daniu, who breathed a sigh of relief, also let go of his hands and feet, and shuttled through the rain of golden swords with his body and sword in one, shattering those deadly sword qi one by one. With gold for gold, with the sharpness of the Zixiao Thunder Sword, he is not afraid of any gold-based spells or flying sword magic weapons. Compared with Fei Qing's first thunder tribulation, he dealt with it more easily. Although there are countless golden knives, there are very few who can really catch up with him. And if there are more of them, the power will inevitably decrease. Even if he occasionally intercepted him, he couldn't match the edge of the Zixiao Thunder Sword, and all of them were cut into two pieces by Zihong.

Zhang Daniu saw that the golden knives were endless, and it seemed that he had the posture of grinding for a few days and nights, even if he now had the cultivation of the Tribulation Period, it was impossible for him to maintain this state for a long time. If there is a slight mistake, he will be invaded by the sword qi and completely shatter his pseudo-immortal body. He looked up at the huge golden knife shining in the clouds, gritted his teeth, and regardless of the rest of the sword qi, he broke through the sky and broke the sky, and went straight into the sky, slamming into the blade of the golden knife.

"Zziz!" With a piercing sound of metal rubbing, the edge of the Zixiao Thunder Sword and the golden knife began to wrestle. The tip of the sword did not have the slightest upper hand over the blade, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not break through the blade.

Zhang Daniu didn't expect this golden sword to be so strong, with his current cultivation at the third layer of the Innate Purple Sky Thunder Sword Technique, even if the body of the demon god touched, it would leave a wound that was neither deep nor shallow. He urged the innate divine thunder entangled in the sword body to bombard it, and he couldn't shake the golden sword in the slightest. Seeing that those golden knives were all surrounded, they wanted to chop him into meat sauce with nowhere to dodge. He subconsciously wanted to dodge, but as soon as he remembered that Fei Qing was next to him, he suddenly became ruthless. Retreating three feet slightly, he actually gathered his strength and once again used his most skilled firmament breaker, slamming into the golden knife fiercely.

Once, twice, three times...... Like a mad cow, he slammed his sharp horns into the obstacles that stood in his way. At this time, he has no way out, if he can't break the golden knife, he can only be inserted into a sieve by countless golden knives, and enjoy the pleasure of a thousand arrows piercing his heart and resurrect!

When the nearest golden knife was less than a foot away from his body, a faint crack finally opened on the golden knife, which seemed to never change in any way. He was overjoyed, and he did not retreat at this time. Instead, he increased his strength and pressed the Zixiao Thunder Sword against that gap. At the moment when the golden knife was inserted into his body, the Zixiao Thunder Sword finally smashed the golden knife, and rushed out for dozens of miles with an indomitable momentum, before it turned back leisurely and landed on the mountain before the tribulation.

As soon as he landed, he couldn't care about any image and temperament, and his limbs were wide open and he lay on the ground like a leper dog, and his mouth let out a wail. He now finally understands Fei Qing's pain, a catastrophe is much more tiring than shopping, shopping is at most physically tired, this catastrophe is physically and mentally exhausting. It's like moving bricks, no matter how tired you are, can you compare to a high-altitude tightrope walker? The former is hardworking, the latter is playing hard, and if you don't pay attention to it, you won't even have a chance to read the file again.

He reluctantly raised his head and looked in Fei Qing's direction. This third wave descended a thousand fires and thunders, and the five true flames in the sky were running wildly, burning this small piece of heaven and earth red, forcing her to have no room to escape at all. And the attributes are compatible, her Qing Ying Sword can't exert ten percent of its power, which is quite a dangerous disaster for Fei Qing, who has no other magic weapons to protect him.

Zhang Daniu put himself in his shoes, and there seemed to be no better way than to control the flying sword and be burned to ashes in the end. This Thousand Flames Tribulation Thunder is different from the Golden Sword Tribulation Thunder, there is no entity to break through, and the appearance in the Tribulation Cloud is just a faint fire. Even if it is broken, it will not affect the power of the fire rain in the slightest. He couldn't help but sweat for Fei Qing, and secretly thought about how to comfort her with frustrated self-esteem.

And Fei Qing's response made him refreshed. She didn't wander around, nor did she try to break through the Tribulation Thunder Body, but instead stood in place and danced her sword. That's right, it's the sword dance. She danced the Qingying Sword so much that she couldn't get in, and with the aftermath of the sword, she used the looming golden lamp and lotus platform illusion between the sword swings to suppress the true fire of the five madhi three feet away. It does not allow the flames to get close, but also does not hurt the body of the sword, and supports a green barrier in the sea of fire.