The Zhan Thunder Sword had become dull since the last time its energy was exhausted, and after being infused by this golden thunder and lightning at this time, the sword body was full of brilliance and burst out with brilliant light.

As the power of thunder and lightning absorbed by the Zhan Thunder Sword increased, the light on the sword body became more and more dazzling.

The surging energy flowed down Jiang Yin's palm and continued to pour into his body, making his whole person exude an invincible domineering aura.

The powerful feeling that had not been seen for a long time made Jiang Yin feel comfortable, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

The thunder and lightning in this space seemed to be angered by Jiang Yin, and the thunder and lightning in every corner became violent, and there were bursts of crackling loud noises.

There was already not only a black cloud on Jiang Yin's head, but a large area of black pressure, and it was accumulating more and more, and countless golden thunders filled the entire space.

Jiang Yin's hair was scattered, and the clothes on his body were windless, and he felt that the energy contained by the thunder in his hand had gradually saturated, so his long sword shook and slashed towards a thunderbolt above his head.

In the originally gray space, a colorful rainbow pierced the darkness and collided with the bucket-thick golden thunderbolt.

The golden thunderbolt suddenly turned into countless spiderweb-like filaments, spreading to every corner of this space.

After Jiang Yin split this golden thunder, he continued to use the Zhan Thunder Sword to absorb the thunder and lightning in the surrounding space.

Since Jiang Yin used the Zhan Thunder Sword to blast against the thunder in the air, the wordless stone tablet beside Jiang Yin suddenly began to tremble slightly, and the violent lightning in the surrounding air all became gentle after the stone tablet trembled, and a large black cloud above Jiang Yin's head gradually dispersed.

Although the black clouds dispersed. But a rumbling sound came from the stele.

A faint white glow flashed. Two lines of words gradually emerged on the stele: Hide the edge of the strong enemy here. Martial arts are not afraid of the sky!

Jiang Yin was still pondering the meaning of this extraterrestrial sky, when a white light floated out from the stone tablet and shot into Jiang Yin's forehead.

Jiang Yin suddenly felt that he was in a vast space, and two figures were fighting in the sky, both of them had peerless talents, and their gestures would shake the ground.

When Jiang Yin saw the middle-aged man in a gray robe on the left, he couldn't help but feel a move in his heart, and the middle-aged man was surrounded by a flying sword that was generally green. It turned out to be an immortal cultivator!

And the person on the right looked heroic, he was holding a long sword, shuttling among the flying swords and various spells of the middle-aged man opposite, he carried the sword in his hand like flying, and his body was exquisite, and he was on a par with the immortal cultivator.

With Zhong Liuxuan's memory, Jiang Yin confirmed that this immortal cultivator was definitely a monk above the Yuan Infant, and that heroic man, as a martial cultivator, could actually fight with the other party, which made Jiang Yin feel very incredible.

Yuan infant monk. It was a terrifying existence that had half a foot stepped into the ascension, and a martial cultivator could actually fight with him?!

Jiang Yin looked at the heroic martial cultivator carefully. Although his moves were not as earth-shattering as the gray-clothed immortal cultivator opposite, his moves were chic, and he could always find the weakest point in the opponent's moves to resolve them.

When Jiang Yin took a closer look at the long sword in the hand of the heroic martial cultivator, he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, the long sword in the hand of the heroic martial cultivator was his thunder.

It's just that the color of the thunder in Wu Xiu's hand is dim, and it doesn't exude a brilliant brilliance, obviously because there is no energy in it, or the energy has been exhausted.

Jiang Yin watched the battle between the two carefully, and he felt that one by one extremely mysterious things poured out from the two of them, spreading out in a circle to the periphery, and gently hitting his body.

When this circle of files affected him, Jiang Yin's heart moved, and he felt that he suddenly had a trace of understanding of the way of the sword, but he couldn't touch it, and it was a very vague feeling.

The heroic martial arts cultivator in the distance was fighting, and with a wave of his right hand, he threw the Zhan Lei Sword out, and the Zhan Lei Sword spun in the air twice, and then plunged straight into Jiang Yin's side.

Curious, Jiang Yin reached out to grab the Zhan Lei Sword, but found that when his hand reached on the hilt of the Zhan Lei Sword, he actually touched the void, it turned out that all this was an illusion.

At this time, the heroic martial cultivator in the distance lost the Zhan Lei Sword, and he only used his palms to fight against the gray-clothed immortal cultivator on the opposite side. He palmed down the swimming dragon, changing in a variety of ways, and every time he just swung it lightly, he knocked the opponent's green flying sword upside down and flew out.

Jiang Yin stood aside, dizzy, he felt for a moment that he had a little understanding of the palm way, but like the way of the sword, he still only felt very unclear and vague.

After fighting with the gray-clothed immortal cultivator with his palms for a while, the heroic martial cultivator suddenly bent his palms into a fist again, his face was solemn, and he threw a punch at the one in the distance.

Jiang Yin felt that his eyes flickered, and he felt that the other party's punch was just a straight shot at the gray-clothed immortal cultivator in the distance, but it seemed to be striking from some extremely strange angle.

As soon as this punch came out, it seemed to condense the endless killing intent in the surrounding air, and all of them blasted towards the immortal cultivators on the opposite side.

Sure enough, the face of the immortal cultivator on the opposite side changed greatly, he slapped a storage bag on his waist, and a blue ball flew out, straight towards the fist of the heroic martial cultivator.

Hearing a loud "boom", the blue ball of light exploded, and an extremely terrifying thunderbolt burst out from the ball of light, surging towards the heroic martial arts with a sizzling sound.

Haomai Wuxiu was stunned for a moment, and laughed loudly: "How can this kind of natural power be afraid, watch me break your thunder and lightning." ”

As soon as he retracted and pushed with both hands, he actually brought the power of those thunderbolts, and the power of thunder and lightning was collected by both hands, and they were instantly gathered together, and then with his push, they bombarded towards the gray-clothed immortal cultivator on the opposite side.

The image in my mind stopped at this point. But Jiang Yin was still standing in place, his heart full of deep shock.

He had just observed that in terms of the degree of internal strength, the heroic martial cultivator was far inferior to the gray-clothed immortal cultivator opposite. But not only did he not fall behind, but he faintly had an advantage.

His technique is very suitable for four or two thousand catties, just using the smallest force to turn the opponent's attack into invisible.

And in the end, he was able to use the power of the other party's thunder and lightning for the other party, which made Jiang Yin amazed, could it be that the martial arts were to the extreme, and he could really turn the power of thousands of natures into his own use?

After standing in place for a long time, Jiang Yin finally moved, holding Zhan Lei in his hand, and began to carry his sword in this gray space.

The light above the thunder flickered, and the powerful energy brought the lightning of the entire space into a rage again.

Jiang Yin's figure rose into the air, and he waved the thunder rapidly, churning endlessly in a sea of thunder. (To be continued......)