Ling Chuxi frowned slightly, and his face sank. Xiao Tianying was so embarrassed.

The Thunder Beast shook its head, and continued to rush towards Ling Chuxi with a roar, its body appearing even stronger and more powerful under the golden light.

If Zhou Zhidong was still a little hesitant before, he didn't hesitate at all when he saw this scene, and he blocked in front of Ling Chuxi in a flash, and even the strength comparable to the late stage of the Great Perfection was shocked, which showed how strong this thunder beast was, he didn't know Xiao Tianying, but he never believed that Ling Chuxi would have stronger strength than him. Ling Chuxi was about to make a move, but when she saw Zhou Zhidong blocking in front of her, she withdrew her hand.

And after Zhou Zhidong faced the thunder beast, an overwhelming force came to his body, as if a flying boulder smashed into his chest. Zhou Zhidong's face changed drastically, strong, too strong, how could an eighth-order demon beast have such a strong force?

"Hurry back." Zhou Zhidong spurted blood and yelled at Ling Chuxi. His legs pressed down to block the ground, but he was knocked back by the powerful force, and his legs made two deep indentations on the ground.

The faces of the two guards next to him changed, you must know that Zhou Zhidong has a very high prestige in the army, and is even regarded as a military god in the northwest, and they also admire it in private, but they didn't expect that they didn't even have the power to resist in the face of this thunder beast.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two hurriedly stepped forward with their swords, but even Zhou Zhidong's strength could not withstand the impact of the thunder beast, how could they have a regular meeting, in a muffled snort, the two of them were knocked out of the air, and they couldn't get up for a while.

Looking at the death light emitted from the horn of the oncoming thunder beast, Zhou Zhidong's heart sank violently. I was careless, I didn't expect that an eighth-order demon beast would have such a strong force.

Worried about Ling Chuxi's safety, Zhou Zhidong didn't dare to retreat easily, so he could only shout, carry the battle qi of his whole body, and prepare to defend in front of Ling Chuxi.

The other guards were also shocked, and rushed over at a faster pace, but they were only a little far away, and they could only watch the Thunder Beast crash towards Zhou Zhidong.

Seeing that the thunder beast had rushed in front of him, Zhou Zhidong struggled to punch out, the tall, strong and sturdy figure, the chaotic hair dancing with the wind, and the face as solid as a rock, like a god descending to earth. But even he knows the Dao, and I'm afraid he can resist this impact.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him, and slapped a palm towards the top of the thunder beast's head.

"Roar", a muffled roar, the thunder beast's body, which was full of strength and oppression like a small hill, was slapped back again and again by this palm.

This palm, the clouds and water, but the momentum is like a rainbow, under a palm, as if the world is in its hand, the palm of the battle is roaring, there is a thunderous momentum.

Big Hands! Thunder and Thunder!

Zhou Zhidong was stunned, all the guards were stunned, even Xiao Tianying, who was about to attack again, was stunned.

Even Xiao Tianying, who has the combat power of the late stage of the Great Perfection, and Zhou Zhidong, a famous general in the northwest who is in the middle of the Great Perfection but has experienced a hundred battles, can't resist the Thunder Beast, and they were slapped back again and again, what kind of powerful battle spirit is contained in this palm?

This amazing scene shocked everyone, and when they looked at Ling Chuxi again, everyone's eyes became complicated.

The thunder beast stood up dizzily and shook its head, before he could distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, Ling Chuxi slapped out a few more palms.