"Formation! It seems that the lord of this Wuxian country is really not simple! "No one would have expected this change, and some people couldn't help but exclaim.

However, more people didn't have time to exclaim, and they all opened their eyes wide, looking at the white tiger that roared past like a broken bamboo in disbelief among the many magic weapons.

But if you are really powerful, you can notice that the white tiger is not overwhelmed, but very skillfully dodged the siege of all magic weapons.

Showing off his shelf, Luo Fu Zhenren, who deliberately closed his eyes to recuperate, suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the siege of more than 100 magic weapons, you can be able to pass through the thousands of flowers and not a single leaf is not touched, what a delicate control ability is required! Either he is a master of swordsmanship, or his spiritual power is extremely terrifying, otherwise he would never be able to achieve such exquisite control.

Yue Hengdao and the other three powerhouses also had their pupils shrink suddenly, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Such a subtle level of control is no longer inferior to theirs.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! The screams rang out again and again, and the white tiger broke through the magic weapon encirclement, and in the blink of an eye, it actually killed the camp composed of one hundred and forty Vientiane period monks.

The White Tiger Little Demon Sword was so powerful, it was killed by it, it was like a tiger entering a flock, and in a blink of an eye, it killed five Vientiane monks in a row, until everyone recalled the magic weapon one after another, and sacrificed the defensive magic weapon one after another, which stopped its killing momentum.

"Separate some people to kill the thief directly!" The late Vientiane stage cultivator with rich combat experience hurriedly shouted when he saw that the white tiger transformed by the White Tiger Little Demon Sword was so powerful.

Those monks who were frightened into a cold sweat by the fierce white tiger came to their senses one after another, the lord of Wuxian Country was only one person, but they were overwhelming, so why just stare at his magic weapon and attack others directly, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to distract himself from controlling the magic weapon, and he wouldn't be in a hurry immediately?

So immediately, forty or fifty people directly sacrificed magic weapons and attacked Xia Yunjie.

There are sharp flying swords, there are marks like mountains, and there are hideous centipedes with countless sharp claws...... All kinds of magic weapons fell all over the sky, and the entire space was turbulent.

Xia Yunjie watched the magic weapon fall from the sky, extremely powerful and ferocious, and suddenly felt a tingling of his scalp, and a crisis enveloped him.

Now he doesn't use magic power, but only uses true yuan mana to fight, naturally he can't stop so many magic weapons!

However, Xia Yunjie was not surprised, what he wanted was this effect of being on the verge of life and death.

"Good time!" Xia Yunjie shouted, and he didn't recall the White Tiger Little Demon Sword, nor did he sacrifice and release the other three Four Elephant Little Demon Sword, which was the real killer trick hole card for him to fight with mana, and the people in the Louvre hadn't really dispatched yet, so how could it be exposed so quickly. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

Suddenly, the sky was surging with blue skies, and in the blink of an eye, black clouds were overwhelming.

The black clouds rolled, there were flashes of lightning, and a great heavenly power emanated from above, making people feel that the end was coming, as if there was a peerless beast about to be born in the rolling black clouds.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, a purple thunderbolt that was at least seven or eight feet thick tore through the black clouds and slashed down at the magic weapon that was flashing with treasure light in the sky.

"No wonder this person dares to be so arrogant, sure enough, there are some means, and he can actually use thunder spells, but although the attack power of thunder spells is strong, he still can't break so many magic weapons at once, and he is delusional!" Seeing this, the spectators first showed a hint of shock, and then they all shook their heads.

Only the Dongze Snake King suddenly changed his face when he saw this, and his eyes flickered when he looked at Xia Yunjie, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Haha! Just by this thunderbolt, do you want to break our magic weapon? Seeing that Xia Yunjie's White Tiger Little Demon Sword was trapped, the attackers had no choice but to cast a spell and attract thunder, all of them showed smugness, and their eyes at Xia Yunjie were already like looking at a dead person.

But the next moment, the smug look on their faces froze.

The purple thunder roared down, and several magic weapons within the scope of the thunder touched the thunder, and they were suddenly split away, and the person who controlled the magic weapon was even more shocked, and he spurted blood from his mouth on the spot, and he was injured all of a sudden.

"How is this possible? A thunderbolt shook several magic weapons and injured several people, what kind of thunder did this person recruit, it was so powerful! The spectators exclaimed.

"Sure enough!" Dongze Snake King's eyes as he looked at Xia Yunjie became hotter and hotter, as if he had seen some peerless beautiful snake.

Just when the people watching the battle exclaimed one after another, and the smug faces of the attackers suddenly disappeared, after the first purple thunder fell from the overwhelming dark clouds, it seemed that the powder magazine had been ignited, and one after another purple thunder tore open the dark clouds, tearing the dark clouds into thousands of holes, dense, and slamming down from the sky.

This time, it covered all the magic weapons that attacked Xia Yunjie.

Watching the dense thunder in the sky splitting down, illuminating the sky extremely brightly, except for a few overlord-level figures such as Yue Hengdao, who were still standing still, everyone else felt their scalps tingle, and subconsciously retreated, as if they were afraid that the dense thunder would affect them.

This is true for those who watch the battle, let alone those who are actually attacking. They all looked horrified, and they hurriedly tried to summon the magic weapon back, but unfortunately it was too late.

The speed of the thunder was so fast, and in the blink of an eye, it slashed at their magic weapon.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst into the air, like fireworks blooming in the sky, incomparably gorgeous and beautiful, but what everyone saw was not gorgeous and beautiful, but as if they saw the demon in the world, and all of them showed horror.

It's terrifying, someone can summon the Thunder Technique so exquisitely and so powerfully!

With just one thunder spell, it actually broke the attack launched by dozens of Vientiane Stage cultivators.

Not only that, but under that blow, all of the dozens of Vientiane monks were shocked, because when the light of the magic weapon burst out, it was a mouthful of blood that spurted out of the mouth, turning into a rain of blood and falling down, which was equally gorgeous and beautiful.

Naturally, they didn't know that Xia Yunjie could turn into a yellow dragon.

Dragons, ancient beasts, have the power to manipulate wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

How can Xia Yunjie's thunder technique be extraordinary?

"This son can't stay! Ying Ning, when they consume some more mana from this son in Beilun, you will attack and kill him with all your might! Luo Fu Zhenren, who had already opened his eyes, finally showed a solemn look on his face, his eyes were murderous, and he transmitted the message to the eldest disciple Ying Ning.

Now he no longer had the slightest confidence in the one hundred and forty Vientiane realm monks.

Ying Ning, who was originally showing a hint of horror, received the master's transmission, and her smooth baby-like face suddenly became cold, and the murderous machine burst out.

Xia Yunjie's horror level was also far beyond Ying Ning's imagination, one hundred and forty Vientiane Realm cultivators, listening to the master's meaning, couldn't even kill him!

Just when everyone was shocked and Luo Fu Zhenren secretly gave an order, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and a round of red sun still hung high in the sky, shining on Xia Yunjie's delicate face, the golden light was clear, giving people the feeling that it was no longer weak, but majestic and intimidating, as if the thunder god descended to earth.

"Keep killing! Such a powerful thunder technique, he can't perform it a few times! And he also needs to control the magic weapon! Ying Ning saw that the dark clouds had dispersed, Xia Yunjie was standing majestically under the sky, and the leaders of those affiliated forces had withdrawn their magic weapons, their eyes showed a hint of timidity, and they didn't dare to attack rashly, and suddenly shouted with an extremely ugly face.

Ying Ning, whose voice is like a person, with a child's voice, is crisp and pleasant, but at this moment it sounds extraordinarily sharp, as if it is a powerful ghost.

"Kill again!" The faces of the leaders of those affiliated forces changed slightly, and finally they gritted their teeth again, shouted angrily, and the light lit up again, roaring towards Xia Yunjie.

Seeing this, Xia Yunjie's face changed slightly, and his finger pointed to the sky again.

The dark clouds were dense again, and purple thunder bombarded down densely again.

Clusters of dazzling brilliance exploded, revealing the original form of the magic weapon, and fell to Wu Mountain in a gloomy manner.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! The monks who controlled the magic weapon squirted a mouthful of essence blood again, and their faces suddenly turned as pale as paper.

Twice violently struck with the thunder, the blood and qi in their bodies were churning, and the primordial spirit was sluggish, and they had already injured some foundations. If it was in the past, they would have to avoid fighting and recuperate at this time, but today the people of the Louvre are still watching them from the sidelines, but they can only grit their teeth again and sacrifice the magic weapon again.

The thunder fell in dense density again.

This time, a monk with a slightly lower cultivation level fell directly into the clouds and fell into the jungle of Wushan.

"Useless stuff!" For the monk who fell into the clouds and fell to Wu Mountain, Ying Ning not only did not show any pity and concern, but a little golden light erupted from his mouth, turning into a golden ring, and directly smashed down at the monk who fell down Wu Mountain, taking his life.

Seeing this, everyone was cold, originally some people wanted to pretend to be seriously injured to avoid the battle, but at this time, they all had to muster up 120,000 spirits to launch fierce attacks on Xia Yunjie again and again.

Everyone was desperate, Xia Yunjie's pressure increased suddenly, and his ruddy and delicate face began to show a hint of paleness.

After all, he is only a monk at the peak of the middle stage of the Ten Thousand Elephants, even if he breaks and stands up, his mana is still pure and strong after all, after all, he still can't reach the Tongxuan Realm, if it weren't for the amazing power of his spells, the powerful and terrifying spiritual power condensation, and he can subtly control the White Tiger Little Demon Sword, otherwise, even if his mana is pure and strong and close to the Tongxuan Realm, he will definitely not be able to stop the group fight of more than 100 Vientiane Realm monks.

And now, Xia Yunjie finally showed a trace of fatigue, and his mana consumption was huge.

The thunder is no longer as powerful and dense as before.

"Kill! Kill! His mana fluctuations have already become disordered, and he won't be able to support it for long! Xia Yunjie's fatigue was soon discovered, and the clamor became louder.