A thick and dazzling electric light illuminated both sides of the river and landed in front of the five people.

I only heard a bang, as if the mountains were falling, like a meteor falling, and the violent energy blew away the dense waterfall rain for a few minutes, and a huge splash bloomed in the river.

The muddy water splashed everywhere, and several people were like small arks floating in a storm, and they could be washed away at any time.

The three girls stood in the water, bearing the brunt of the blow, swaying in the wind and rain, and if they hadn't stuck their swords like mud at the bottom of the river in time, they were afraid that they would have been washed away.

Feng Xiaohan was half-kneeling in the water, but his center of gravity was more stable, and he was much less affected than them. But Jiang Wen was not so lucky.

The iron rod in his hand is made of white refined iron, which is the best material for guiding thunder and lightning, and there are often formation masters who will use kites to tie iron blocks to fly in thunderstorms, and guide the power of thunder and lightning to be imprisoned in the formation to increase the power.

This thunderbolt should have landed a little farther on the river, but it was attracted by Jiang Wen's thunderous stick, and it shifted a lot towards the five people, and a few traces of electricity rushed into Jiang Wen's body along the iron rod.

Paralyzed him.

No one can ignore the divine power of nature, not even a saint who can use the laws of heaven and earth at will.

There was a huge crater where the thunder and lightning fell, and the rainwater from the river gathered in it, forming a pool, and if a few more thunderbolts fell, I was afraid that a small lake would be smashed alive.

A faint blue flame burned on the surface of the pool, but it was extinguished by the rain.

Feng Xiaohan lowered his head, grasped the desolate sword tightly, and knelt with his back to the water to resist the torrent like a stubborn rock, and the river slammed into him in large splashes, and then flowed through its sides.

The moment the lightning fell, his world suddenly became pitch black, and he lost all perception of the outside.

I can only rely on the faint light that flickered everywhere in the rain to judge that the sky at this time should be full of thunder and lightning, rolling down.

But he was only half right.

The sky is indeed intertwined with thunder and lightning, and the sky is densely covered.

But only one thunderbolt fell, and it was the one just now.

At the far reaches of the river, a middle-aged man in a purple robe withdrew his finger to the sky.

There was no expression on his face, only endless indifference.

Before this endless waterfall rain fell on his body, it traveled in a strange arc, actively avoiding his body, and it seemed that even the wind and rain were afraid of his power.

He stood in the middle of the river like this, not daring to come near him when he drank the water, as if he were stopped in the middle by a boulder, and the water split into two streams, separated behind him, and then merged again not far in front of him, bypassing where he stood.

The thunder and lightning dragon passing through the dark clouds is like the electric snake on the tattoo on his forehead, they are all the same dazzling, the same daunting.

"Since that person said that if he wants to wake him up, he has to wait for someone, then this 'person' must be a terrible person. ”

The man said lightly: "It is said that the awesome people are hidden deeply, these two people should be regarded as one of the most awesome people among these people." ”

"Since they're all awesome, why can't they sympathize with each other, they have to fight and kill, how bad. ”

The man was talking to himself, regardless of whether there was an audience around him, and what he said was almost nonsense, verbose.

He stood far away, but his eyes seemed to be able to see through the layers of rain curtains, and he could see what was happening there through the layers of rain, and just by that, he could know that his cultivation was terrifying.

When the man found the five people, he was very surprised, the bodies of the three girls all exuded a dense treasure, and He Xirou's body was surrounded by a faint layer of purple, and there was also a golden light overflowing from the body. This means that the three of them are all extremely talented cultivators, especially He Xirou, who is a rare genius of cultivation.

Although Jiang Wen's qualifications are a little worse, his realm is higher, and he is the strongest of the five, if it weren't for the harsh climate and some reasons, I'm afraid that the battle would have ended long ago.

But most importantly, they are all in the river.

According to normal people's thinking, the biggest treasure here, that is, the Tomb of the Saint, should be in the most central position in the ruins.

He had already recognized these five people as the people from the lake before, and they should have gone far away according to the time, but they came here at this time.

Came to this river, and it was at such a turbulent time.

The man felt that this was fate,

So I plan to let them all live and go to the mausoleum together to give it a try.

If Feng Xiaohan and the others knew about this, they were afraid that they would stop there, because if the saint wanted you to live, no one could let you die.

Although he intended to let all five of them live, he also wanted to know what the result would be if Feng Xiaohan didn't have the small mistake before, so the man rescued him.

I saw Feng Xiaohan retract the kitchen knife in his left hand to the scabbard on his waist, hold the sword in both hands, and raise it above his head.

The thick sword qi followed the blade of the desolate sword, forming a huge sword ray.

Wanqiu swordsmanship ninth style, divine axe moat.

The sword was attached to the sword, and it looked like Feng Xiaohan was holding a giant sword about one zhang long, like a divine sword and axe, slashing towards the earth.

Feng Xiaohan closed the slightly narrowed eyes and opened the other one, alternating.

The other eye has been closed for a long time, adapted to the darkness, and has been able to capture the silhouette of Jiang Wen and Mo Qiu through the rain curtain.

After Jiang Wen was repelled by thunder and lightning, his heart was desolate, couldn't he even get along with the sky?

He closed his eyes in despair, but suddenly realized that he was still standing in the middle of the river, and although he was repulsed, he did not fall down and was swept away by the river.

Why?

Jiang Wen wanted to know, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Because Feng Xiaohan jumped towards him with a sword.

Yes, he can still jump under the pressure of the mountains!

Jiang Wen finally knew why he was able to compete with him in the wind and rain, and every sword would shake his mouth numb.

It's not that he has a very staggering amount of vitality, in that case, he would have broken through the mirror cave and even collapsed in half a step.

Then there is only one reason for this result.

In Feng Xiaohan's thin body, there is actually an incredibly strong physical strength hidden, and the power is highly concentrated, almost comparable to dollar qi.

At this time, the water level of the river had bent from the legs to the waist, and the current was so strong that the mud under their feet was lifted, revealing rounded stones.

Feng Xiaohan jumped up in such a situation, proving that his strength had indeed reached an unbelievable level.

But the chances of him being able to regain his footing in the neighborhood after he fell are slim to none.

When this place was not submerged by the water, it was a piece of land protruding from the riverside, except for the place where Jiang Wen and Mo Qiu were standing behind and under their feet, the other three sides were up to a depth that could be submerged to the top of their heads.

This is the last blow after experiencing life and death, and you plan to break the net?

The huge sword slashed on the iron bar, and the sword body was blocked, but the sword qi still sank downward, breaking through the black robe on Jiang Wen's body, cutting off the mask on his face, and then leaving a deep blood mark.

After Feng Xiaohan's sword was blocked, he let go of his right hand, pulled out a short sword from his trouser leg, and stabbed it into the opponent's heart. The whole process was completed in an instant, and the movements were extremely smooth, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times in advance.

The desolate sword intent rose again, and the sword momentum was not as strong as the previous "autumn wind and cold on the river", but the sword intent was more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Jiang Wen raised a strong vigilance, and a voice in his heart told him that this sword really had the potential to kill him.

This sword can indeed kill him, not only him, but no one in the world can avoid this sword.

This sword is famous, because the people who saw it in those years died.

Returned without a trace,

A sword comes west and has nowhere to go.

A sword comes from the west, who can not die?