Thunder and lightning are the most feared thing in the world. Whether in the legends, the thunder and lightning mothers who specialize in punishing the wicked, or the thunder and lightning that appear in life, are the most real heavenly power in this world, the power of thunder and lightning.

Those who can master thunder and lightning can probably be called immortals. Zhang Jiao understood that he might be able to become an immortal, but when he decided to bear the fate of so many people, even if he was an immortal, he would fall into the dust.

As far as the Heavenly Dao is concerned, as far as the immortals are concerned, everything in this world is dust. Yu Zhangjiao is not, if these believers who believe in him are dust, then what is he?

"The biggest dust?" Laughing and muttering to himself, Zhang Jiao was disdainful of the first two.

Among the Taiping techniques, there are methods of applying water to save people, as well as the art of Dunjia, and the technique of calling for wind and rain. Guiding thunder is one of the techniques of calling the wind and rain, and the wind and fog that were called before are also two of the techniques of calling the wind and rain in the Taiping technique.

Now that I think about it, this power came out of thin air, and there are some inexplicable things, and even the Nanhua Immortals he met in the deep mountains and valleys at the beginning, he didn't know why they appeared. Perhaps, the so-called destiny began at that moment, right? The fate of his Zhang Jiao is to roll up this tide of the yellow sky, and the tide will be wiped out?

Amusing. It's ridiculous.

The thunder and lightning slowly gathered between Zhang Jiao's fingers, becoming a condensed point, and gradually expanding, becoming a thunderball the size of a finger. There is an electric current constantly swimming inside, repeatedly channeling, disillusioned all the time. An even more destructive aura emanated from it, and even the hair on Zhang Jiao's body stood up, which was the effect of the electricity in the air above and below his body.

Guiding and falling thunder, Zhang Jiao was also released in Julu County, but it was a stubborn county order at that time. Now, it is against Lu Zhi, the commander of this army. The two are not the same, the higher the life, the more difficult it is to cast any spell, and the price paid is greater, otherwise he will directly drop a thunderbolt on the Han Emperor in Luoyang City.

Another point is that on the battlefield, the blood of many soldiers infinitely weakens the consequences of spells. Otherwise, with the thousands of Yellow Turban wrestlers in his army, this battle, which has been successively tested and skirmished, will never be the same as it is now, it will be a different appearance.

Now it is a challenge for Zhang Jiao to be the commander of the first army who has to thunder more than the commander of the first army, and with fifty or sixty thousand troops in his battalion accompanying him. He exhaled deeply, and in his throat, there was a fishy breath coming out, with a little smell of blood.

In the sky, black thunderclouds appeared, just like the thunderballs on the fingertips of Zhang Jiao, with thunder and lightning brewing in them. The electric current is flickering, just to accumulate a force of destruction.

"Fall!" Zhang Jiao pointed out, and the small thunderball on his fingertips disappeared abruptly.

In the dark clouds in the sky, a bright light appeared, falling towards the camp of the Han army of Guangzong! brought out an obvious trajectory, and when it landed in the camp of the Han army, in the dense fog, there was a path that was not covered by the dense fog.

Zhang Jiao's aura weakened instantly, and his face continued to change, and finally he was extremely pale, and there was no more blood. He reached out and covered his mouth, not coughing, but swallowing back the mouthful of blood that was about to bubble up.

Here, he could not let the soldiers below see anything unusual about his body, not the slightest thing.

Looking into the distance, Zhang Jiao slowly fell. Now the first step and the second step have been done, no matter whether you can kill Lu Zhi or not, the next series of subsequent moves must follow. In this current situation, there must be no relaxation and slackness, and the Han army on the opposite side must be completely defeated, and a short sigh of relief can be achieved.

"What's that?" In the camp of the Han army, some soldiers looked at an obvious trace in the dense fog and walked towards the tent. It's just that the next moment, the obvious traces were covered by the thick fog again, so that these soldiers who saw it didn't know if they were dazzled.

It was an arm-thick thunder pillar that fell towards the tent, and in an instant, a round hole burned in the tarpaulin on the tent. The thunder pillar fell from it, without any stagnation, and struck towards Lu Zhi.

"It's ...... Damn it! Cao Cao's cold hairs stood upright, and he could feel a strange power in the air, making his skin crispy and numb, making those cold hairs stand on their own.

He had not been electrocuted, and he did not know that this was the effect of electricity in the air on the human body. The human body is inherently electrically conductive, so even the electricity escaping from the air can enter the body through the pores on the human body, not to the point of taking people's lives, but UU reading can also affect the hair on the body surface.

Cao Cao didn't know, but he didn't hinder his shot. He was on guard from the beginning, and when the thunder pillar pierced through the top of the tent, he took advantage of the situation and pulled out the sword, and the whole person became a flowing wind, stirring the mist in the tent, and handing out the sword.

"Heaven and earth!"

"Miaocai save me!"

He never knew that he had such a fast speed, and under the full bet, he actually burst out with a speed comparable to thunder and lightning (super first-class martial arts general Cao Cao appeared!). Actually, I'm talking nonsense...... ）。 Cao Cao finally realized that what he was catching was the thunderbolt, the end of the Qingyu Sword, hovering over Lu Zhi's head, and the thunder pillar hit the blade of the Qingyu Sword, not rebounding, but through the blade of the Qingyu Sword, it flowed into Cao Cao's body

In an instant, his whole person trembled, the palm holding the sword originally released the hilt, and the entire Qingyu sword was finally handed out, but Cao Cao's palm was not completely detached, only two knuckles away from the hilt, and the thunder and lightning were still transmitted to him. The cold hair and hair on Cao Cao's body all stood upright, and all the organs such as the heart stopped beating in an instant. From the outside to the inside, the current passed through, devouring Cao Cao's life.

"Huh." Just the moment Cao Cao touched the thunder pillar, foaming at the mouth, and the whole person was about to lose consciousness, an arrow, followed closely behind, shot the blade of the Qingyu Sword. The huge force carried by the arrow took the entire Qingyu Sword out, away from Cao Cao and Lu Zhi.

In the next moment, the two brothers Xiahoudun and Xiahouyuan and Lu Zhi's personal guards who were waiting outside the tent all rushed in. At a glance, I saw Cao Cao who fell to the ground, and Lu Zhi, who reacted, and the whole person was extremely angry!

It was almost a voice made by gritting his teeth, "The Yellow Turban Thief said!" ”

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