Cough!

As soon as a mouthful of old blood was exported, it was vaporized by Lei Mang.

Chen Jin raised his head and looked up, the swirling black clouds above his head became thicker and thicker, and the thunder like a swimming dragon appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Leaning slightly, the thunder that had been brewing for a long time suddenly fell, and the thick electric pillar was enough to hug, more than twice as much as the first thunder.

Chen Jin, who was surrounded by thunder and lightning on Zhou's body, flicked his fingers at the metal bracelet exposed on his wrist, and three dark cyan metal balls flew out.

The thunder flashed, and Chen Jin was intact.

The thunder that traveled on the body gradually disappeared, and the powerful regenerative ability had faded the skin that had been scorched by the power of thunder, and the jet-black body surface was replaced by new fair skin with a slight tremble.

Three long metal sticks with flashing electricity around their bodies were suspended above Chen Jin's head, and as they slowly rotated, those violent thunderbolt energies disappeared, presumably absorbed by these three sticks.

The oversized lightning rod comes with its own processing!

Chen Jin, who was smiling, looked at the three sticks like satellites with interesting eyes, he really didn't expect this thing to be so strong, and he didn't know what material it was made of. According to his thoughts, the function of these things is to block them, weaken the power of the thunder, and create enough time for him to dodge.

Boom! Boom!

As if provoked, the thunder in the black cloud slashed down again, this time the momentum was amazing, the scale was far greater than the previous two times, and the black thunder pillar with a diameter of three or four meters in thickness descended straight down, the speed was so fast, let alone dodging, Chen Jin's thinking had not diverged in his mind, and the thunder pillar had already reached the top of his head.

Before he could make any moves, the metal long stick that was quietly levitating and rotating suddenly accelerated its rotation, and a small electric current suddenly burst out, and the three sticks were connected by these small currents, as if they were united, and the space between them seemed to form a magnetic field, an invisible triangular energy magnetic field.

The dazzling light flickered away, and everyone present felt a disgusting sound of gold and stone rubbing in their ears.

The black thunder pillar above his head exploded, just like the light effect emitted by a nuclear bomb when it exploded, and Chen Jin felt as if his two eyes were blind in an instant, except for the white expanse, he couldn't see anything clearly.

The loud sound of the sky cracking down on the other side of the world went straight into his ears, causing his mind to buzz.

Chen Jin spurted out a mouthful of blood again, and the discomfort in his chest was slightly improved.

Half-loud, Chen Jin, who had relieved his breath, raised his eyes and looked around.

Hiss!

Good guy, within a radius of dozens of meters, except for him, all the warriors who surrounded him fell to the ground, salivating and convulsing their limbs, obviously affected by the sound waves, shock waves and strong light of thunder.

Although the samurai in the distance could still stand, one by one they trembled as if they had suffered a cerebral thrombosis, and their hands trembled as if they were going to fall off in the next moment.

Turning his head, Chen Jin's gaze turned to Boya who was still sitting firmly on the beast.

Make a fist with your fingers together, and finally raise your middle finger with the center of the fist facing up.

Nima!

A national scolding blurted out, Chen Jin raised his chin and his eyes were full of contempt.

Provocation!

"Bastard! It's really arrogant, and ant-like creatures dare to bare their teeth at Lord Ben, it's really looking for death!" Boya who was sitting on the beast was furious, and the folding fan in his hand lightly slammed into the palm of his hand, and got up angrily.

Seeing the thunderclouds disperse, and then look at the three sticks on the other party's head unharmed. Boya thought for a moment and raised his hand again.

"The flowing water does not move, and the wind gathers me. The wind is coming!"

Yin and Yang Spiritism: Storm Blade.

The black clouds cleared, and the wind rose again.

Putting away the three metal lightning protection devices, Chen Jin looked at the tornado that appeared in front of him and gradually condensed, his face was a little solemn.

Boya was extremely cold-blooded, looking at the tornado storm that was gradually forming, this range completely included a large number of samurai including him.

"Look at you not dying!" A hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and the folding fan in Boya's hand opened and fanned forward fiercely.

A violent storm spawned in the blink of an eye, sweeping swiftly. Because the distance is quite close, Chen Jin bears the brunt.

In the violent whirlwind, the cutting formed by the simple wind force was like a sharp scythe, and before the storm came, the wind blades formed around it had already launched an attack one step ahead.

His skin felt the sharpness of the wind blade, and although it was not cut, Chen Jin still felt the pain similar to that of a knife slashing on his body.

Looking back, Chen Jin estimated that this storm should not cause fatal damage to himself, but it might be inevitable that his physical defenses would be broken and finally drenched in blood. Except for Queen Carrey, everyone else on his side should be in danger.

The storm gradually turned into a hurricane, and the scope became larger and larger, and there was a feeling of swallowing heaven and earth, and many of those samurai were already unstable, and the ordinary people of the convoy had long since staggered.

The demon sword who killed him, the black boy with a slightly dull and crazy gaze, and the cherry umbrella boss with elegant and poignant movements all stopped, and this storm has threatened them.

Only the Empress of Blade just glanced at it, and her cold face still didn't change, as if this was a game, and nothing could appeal to her.

"Hahaha! Die! Die, you damn rats!Die!" Boya saw that the storm was getting bigger and bigger, and the faces under the crown and hat became more and more hideous, and his hands kept fanning continuously, and his spiritual power continued to increase the power of the storm.

Poof!

The continuous wind blade slashed out on Chen Jin's body, and finally, a bloody wound was cut out of a continuous wind blade attack somewhere in his arm, although it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, it proved the limit of what Chen Jin's physical body could bear.

After touching it and glancing at the bloodshot on his hand, Chen Jin silently raised his wrist and quickly took out a delicate folding fan.

You're proud, isn't it great to manipulate the wind?

Chen Jin's gaze met Boya's again, and his mouth showed a large arc. Gently twisting the right hand holding the folding fan in front of Boya, the fan slowly opened, and the fan was facing the front, with two wedge-shaped characters on the snow-white paper...... Kanna.

Don't disappoint Lao Tzu, O Fengshen.

Chen Jin muttered a word to the bright moon on the sea, and then fanned it with his backhand.

Call!!

The raging storm suddenly stopped, and the killing that was about to start was stopped. Like a quagmire infused with a clear stream, and like boiling hot water thrown into ice, an invisible reaction force reversed the violent wind element in the storm, one moment flying sand and rocks, sweeping the world and the hurricane, the next moment it disappeared out of thin air, people were a little surprised, some, well, at a loss.

In the field, whether it was the chaotic convoy or the tide of samurai who were not afraid of death, they all stopped, and they were all dumbfounded by what happened at this moment.

Uh, this, what's going on?!Can anyone tell me what's going on?!

The folding fan in Boya's hand fell, and he was stunned to see that the storm he had summoned with a lot of spiritual power disappeared so suddenly, and he was inevitably a little stunned for a while.

Good stuff, really good stuff.

Chen Jin was overjoyed, touched the handle of the fan and stroked it lightly, and the light in his eyes was like a sixty-year-old man finally hugging the big fat boy of the third generation.