"Come again!"

Lin Xiu let out a loud shout.

Wang Chunlei didn't wait for Lin Xiu to rush up at this time, but rushed down directly with a knife.

On Wang Chunlei's knife, silver-white thunder and lightning also appeared at this time.

The reason why this is the case is not that he has absorbed Qi Lei like Lin Xiu, but because of the exercises.

"Ordinary thunder and lightning dare to be embarrassed in front of me." Lin Xiu twisted the Thunder Spear, and on top of the Thunder Spear, a purple-red Purple Sky Divine Thunder suddenly appeared.

As soon as the Zixiao Divine Thunder came out, everyone present suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of palpitations.

Even Wang Chunlei is no exception.

"W-what is this?" Wang Chunlei looked at the Zixiao Divine Thunder on Lin Xiu's gun with a surprised expression.

With a wave of the Benlei spear, Lin Xiu didn't force it against Wang Chunlei's knife, but instead stabbed directly at his head like encircling Wei to save Zhao.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, and this old saying is vividly reflected at this time.

Wang Chunlei had to block with a horizontal knife.

The tip of the spear was pointed at his broad-backed broadsword, and the silver-white thunderbolt on the knife suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Even the spiritual power wrapped in the knife was directly broken by the Zixiao Divine Thunder.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chunlei's big knife was directly pulled out by Lin Xiu and stuck upside down on the ground.

Wang Chunlei was stunned for a moment, how could a kid who had entered the Dao realm break through his spiritual power.

I was surprised in my heart, but Wang Chunlei was not a weak person, he regained consciousness in a moment, and the big knife in his hand was lost, according to normal circumstances, he naturally retreated as soon as possible.

But Wang Chunlei did the opposite.

The spiritual power in his hand condensed, and Wang Chunlei directly grabbed Lin Xiu's throat.

Even if the gun is called the king of a hundred soldiers, how can there be a perfect weapon in the world?

The most feared thing about marksmanship is close to the body, mainly because the gun is too long, and it can't be used at all at close range.

Lin Xiu raised his eyebrows, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he greeted Wang Chunlei with a palm without fear.

The palms intersected, and Wang Chunlei's brows suddenly locked.

He didn't care about continuing to attack, so he hurriedly retreated, and the spiritual power of his whole body gathered in the palm of his hand, suppressing a white flame.

"White flames? Fuchsia thunderbolt? What the hell is this? At this time, Wang Chunlei finally put away his contempt for Lin Xiu, gritted his teeth and asked Lin Xiu.

"Something that can kill you." How could Lin Xiu let go of this opportunity, and the thunder gun in his hand once again pointed at Wang Chunlei.

Wang Chunlei gritted his teeth and ran behind him.

"What? The Lord of the Helm was forced away by that Lin Xiu? ”

"No, it's impossible, Lord Wang Helm is the cultivation of the Dao realm. This Lin Xiu ......"

The helmsmen who watched the battle were surprised at this time and could put down two eggs.

In their eyes, this battle is actually no suspense, and it should be one-sided.

Hearing these harsh words, Wang Chunlei's self-esteem was suddenly injured, and he shouted angrily: "The knife is coming!" ”

The broad-bladed broadsword that had been knocked away before suddenly flew back under the control of Wang Chunlei's spiritual power.

"I underestimate you, it seems that it is not possible to move a little bit of truth."

Lin Xiu didn't talk nonsense, and chased after him directly.

The wisp of ice spirit ghost fire that was separated was in Wang Chunlei's hands, and it didn't take much time to completely eliminate it, but during this period of time, most of Wang Chunlei's spiritual power had to suppress and eliminate the ice spirit ghost fire.

Now that the skin has been torn, there is no need to talk nonsense.

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of weapons clashing sounded.

On the platform in front of the headquarters of the Fu Provincial Dao League, the two fought fiercely, Lin Xiu's marksmanship was weird, and with the blessing of Zixiao Divine Thunder, Wang Chunlei was almost out of breath.

Being beaten like this by a person with a lower cultivation level than himself in front of the public, Wang Chunlei couldn't wait to get rid of Lin Xiu in one move and regain his dignity.

But the wisp of white flame in his hand really gave Wang Chunlei a headache, and that feeling of danger made Wang Chunlei not dare to relax his suppression at all.

Of course, in the eyes of others, no matter what you were suppressed by in cultivation, they only saw Lin Xiu's marksmanship and beat Wang Chunlei to the point of almost defeat.

This battle completely refreshed their three views.

"Entering the Dao realm, can you really have such a strong combat power?" One of the helmsmen swallowed and said in disbelief.

The rest of the people didn't answer, they all fell silent one by one, and changed themselves who were also in the Dao realm to Lin Xiu's position, if it was him, was it possible to press Wang Chunlei to the ground like this and beat him?

Although they are pretentious one by one, the answer is surprisingly unified, let them go, being pressed on the ground like this and beaten violently by Wang Chunlei can be regarded as their extraordinary performance, even if Wang Chunlei loses his own tricks in seconds, it is not surprising at all.

is also in the Dao realm, why is there so much difference in strength?

Not only them, but Lin Xiu's subordinates in the Sea Province also widened their eyes in surprise one by one.

"I'm together, our helmsman is too fierce, Wang Chunlei is not an opponent at all!"

"Oh my God! This, this is too powerful, isn't it? ”

Li Hongxuan clenched his fists even more excitedly, his younger brother was saved.

"Little thief! I'm going to make your life worse than dead! Wang Chunlei screamed frantically.

Lin Xiu sneered: "Let's take care of yourself first." ”

What seems incredible in the eyes of others, Lin Xiu has no waves in his heart, with the blessing of Zixiao Divine Thunder and Ice Spirit Ghost Fire, if he can't beat this Wang Chunlei, then why are he still looking for the Qilei Holy Fire?

"Give me death!"

Wang Chunlei has nothing to say about his combat experience and cultivation, but his biggest weakness is that he loves face and is worried about being looked down upon.

The anger had already overwhelmed him, and at this time, he didn't care what kind of damage the ice spirit ghost fire would cause to him, and all the spiritual power was concentrated on the broad-backed broadsword.

"Really, the Wild Thunder Sword Technique!"

With a roar, the wide-backed broadsword in Wang Chunlei's hand was thunderous, and the aura on Wang Chunlei's body exploded violently, slashing at Lin Xiu.

Bang!

Out of thin air, there was a loud bang, and in front of Wang Chunlei's blade, a huge thunderbolt slashed directly towards Lin Xiu.

Earthquakes, mountain shaking.

With that huge power, all the helmsmen present were shocked and flew out, and a group of people under Lin Xiu were also shaken around.

A huge cloud of smoke and dust rose in a sparse manner.

"Knot, is it over?" Shaking his head, the helmsman Che Lin asked his colleague next to him.

Those colleagues were also stunned one by one, and their hearts trembled just thinking about the power of the blow just now.

Just standing on the edge, I was shocked like this, what if I was struck by that thunderbolt?

"Then, what about that Lin Xiu? Dead? ”

(End of chapter)