The rain curtain covered the sky, a white expanse, and some vague shadows were faintly seen, and the sword light rushed to the rain curtain.

"Boom!"

The two collided, and the water waves were raging, and the water hit the sky.

The black sink engulfed the purple red, the purple red and tenaciously revealed, and with a bang, half of the wall collapsed, and the sword qi and sword qi made the distant walls full of holes.

In the alley in the distance, a figure approached rapidly, and the person who came was holding a long sword and his eyes were glazed.

When the battle knife and the long sword were about to collide, Lei Zhen was unable to dodge for a while due to the vertigo from the damage of the Yuan Shen and the paralysis of the red mangjia's body, and it was difficult to return to the sword to defend, and he was slapped on the back by the tall man's palms.

The tall man was sure in his heart, and there seemed to be a scene in front of him where the spine of the thunderstorm was broken, the ribs were cracked, the internal organs were spurted, and blood was splattered.

"Poof!"

There was a strange sound in his palms, and the tall man felt that his palms seemed to be empty, nothing, and as hard as gold and stone, and it was difficult to move.

Under the power of the palm, the clothes behind Lei Zhen shattered and turned into butterflies flying, Luǒ Lù's skin turned into a faint dark gold, the muscles were bulging, and the edges and corners were distinct, like copper cast iron, what a reckless man!

The tall man stared at it, only to see that his palms were sunk in the dark golden skin, and a deep palm print was imprinted, but it did not penetrate it. Lei Zhen jumped forward with the help of his strength, raised his left palm, and swung it out violently, and the edge of his palm brushed An Yu's index finger.

An Yu only felt that Lei Zhen's palm wind was fierce and fierce, his fingers were paralyzed, and he jumped backwards, unwilling to resist. His palm power is so weird...... Lei Zhen almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, only to feel that the meridians were uncomfortable and almost torn.

This tall man may not have the congenital four heavens, but his palm technique is much better than Lei Zhen, and the application of palm power is even more perfect, condensed and restrained, if he didn't know in advance, he couldn't borrow his strength at all, and he could only resist the strong innate true qi, and maybe he would break through.

He was like a phantom, jumped up on the spot, turned around strangely, faced the tall man, and slashed out in the air.

The sword light is like snow, as if jumping from the heart, full of fireworks, but it is hazy and difficult to grasp!

At this moment, Lei Zhen had no thoughts in his mind, only the enemy in front of him and the sword technique that should be used.

The heart is like a mirror, the mind is the same, the victory and defeat have been forgotten, and the mundane things have been forgotten.

Under the urging of the sword intent, this time not only the flow of true qi and muscle reactions were all reflected in the thunder shock heart lake, but even the mood fluctuations were like a picture scroll, slowly unfolding.

The tall man's heart was full of thoughts, like dyes mixed together, colorful, and suddenly, a wave of color quickly became thicker, enveloping everything.

It's black, deep black! Since childhood, he was raised by his master, beaten and scolded at every turn, tortured the dead from time to time to show himself, and instilled in himself every day the words of heavenly injustice, the depravity of the common people, and the desire for purity.

The tall man's eyes were red, his killing intent was soaring, and his palm power was fierce, and he stood on the ground and interrupted the block in front of him.

The light of the knife flickered, falling along the edge of his palm, fluttering gently, like a feather added to the body.

The blade slashed diagonally into his neck, blood gushed out, and the tall man roared angrily, lifted his left palm, and slapped it on the blade.

The thunder burst out on the thunder knife, which made him paralyzed, although the palm power was vomited, it was slow for a moment, and when the palm retreated from the long knife, it was already a good head on the ground.

Although this tall man is powerful, he can't resist the sword of thunder and thunder mixed with spiritual power.

Lei Zhen turned away the strength of the blade, turned around with his strength, and just slashed diagonally at An Yu who pounced again.

An Yu fell halfway, and saw the tall man give the head, his pupils contracted violently, and he felt more and more unpredictable about Lei Zhen's strength, and with his palms, he sandwiched a few blue and transparent long needles between his ten fingers.

Lei Zhen's knife just now is a little familiar, as if he has heard it somewhere!

After the sword and the long sword collided, Lieberthal and the person who used the sword looked very difficult, and did not inspire the soldiers again, and the battle was clanging.

After Li Kan felt that the thunder was fine, although it was strange, his heart was determined, and the sword technique unfolded, like rolling waves, pressing the person with the sword to a precarious position.

The swordsman Jian Xiu's eyes were hollow, and his shots lacked change, if it weren't for the strong sword in his hand, he would have been killed by Li Kan's self-satisfied sword technique.

A chì luǒ figure walked out of the black air next to him, his face was like an evil god, his eyebrows were gloomy, and his left palm was pressed, Li Kan suddenly felt his body heavy, his movements became slow, and he was almost stabbed by Jian Xiu's sword.

The evil god's right palm was raised again, and the blood in the palm flowed, and several blood rays slashed directly at Li Kan.

Li Kan had seen him use this method before, and when he raised his hand, the war knife slashed, and he made an arc, guarding himself to the water.

Crackling, the red mang was pulled by the blade of the knife, and the blood flowers jumped, and it was immediately engulfed by a deep black light.

Li Kan guarded the blood in his palm, but he was almost stabbed by the long sword that Jian Xiu suddenly accelerated, if it weren't for the sword cultivation spirit being controlled, his actions were dull, and he couldn't play half of his swordsmanship in ten percent, he was afraid that he would be hated on the spot.

The sword slashed vertically, slashing at the spine of the long sword, Li Kan was affected by the evil god, his body was heavy, and he was gradually unable to exert the subtlety of his own sword skills, so he had to take the fierce and clumsy way that he was not good at.

Under the joint efforts of the evil god and the sword cultivator, he quickly became precarious, although he could still trigger the sword momentum again, but the sword cultivator also had the ability to drive the sword intent, if they canceled each other, there was still the evil god next to him, an enemy with secret martial arts, and he would definitely not be able to please himself when he was exhausted.

If Li Kan is killed or suffers a heavy blow, even if he can fight the sword cultivation, Lei Zhen will fall into a great crisis, the evil god is no better than other masters, his martial arts are weird, he is good at long-range, and he borrows more from the power of nature and the world, so that he can't use his strength to fight, just relying on the innate Zhengang to resist, he can't last long, even if he wants to escape, even if the speed is fast, he is faster than thunder, faster than moonlight?

Lei Zhen had insight into the battle situation, and the thunder knife changed from picking to splitting, fierce and fierce, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, slashing at An Yu.

An Yu is good at body and àn shā, the blue god hand poisoned the needle and killed immediately, in the face of thunder shock like a thunderbolt from the sky, his body is like a fluttering, like a wave playing in the water, leisurely avoided, turned to the side of Lei Zhen, and the blue Wang Wang poison needle was stabbed down fiercely.

The moonlight shines in, and the shadow of the needle swings a remnant, which is unpredictable and ungraspable.

Lei Zhen didn't look back, and strode forward, like a chariot, crashing into the evil god.

At the same time, the thunder knife turned around, and the light of the knife was just like the moonlight in the river, with the rippling water, changing uncertainly, and it seemed to come from the bottom of An Yu's heart.

Both of them are extremely capable of changing their moves, but Lei Zhen's Thunder Knife always seems to be able to sense An Yu's changes, and responds in advance, flipping and moving the blade, back of the knife, and the handle of the knife, respectively, blocking the dark blue poison needle.

Jingling, in a short period of time, Lei Zhen's thunder knife and An Yu's poisonous needle collided more than a dozen times in a row, making a pleasant sound.

The long knife is against the fine needle, Lei Zhen is outstanding, and the strength is strong, An Yu's mouth is numb, so he has to give up the attack, the body method is expanded, and the qi is restored.

"Kill!"

Thunder shook out.

Although An Yu had already taken precautions, he was still stunned, and he had already been forced away by Lei Zhen with a fierce attack, so he could only watch Lei Zhen rush towards the evil god furiously, the skin behind him was bronze, sweat flowed, and there were two deep palm prints on the bulging muscles.

In the distance, his eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly, but he had a plan in his heart.