27 The lord of the pavilion struck

Shangguan Mo Yan inhaled slowly, like a green dragon drawing water, and in one breath, the air within a radius of ten miles surged wildly. In an instant, the wind surged, and the turbulent air flowed into a surging air current.

When he inhaled, Shangguan Mo Yan condensed, rubbed his hands, and inexplicably throbbed, causing panic in people's hearts for no reason, a thick purple thunderbolt appeared in his hand out of thin air, one end connected to the sky, Shangguan Mo Yan was like an ancient thunder god, and the thunder and lightning swept away all evils.

"Kill him!" the centipede's massive muzzle opened and closed, and a metallic roar rang out.

"I can't let him do it!" Feathered Serpent swallowed the snake letter, its slender and sharp voice interspersed with metallic sounds, and at this moment, the two huge demon beasts shouted in unison.

Shangguan Mo Yan rubbed his hands unhurriedly, the vast and majestic aura spread, and the purple thunder turned into a circle like noodles as his hands rubbed, and it could be vaguely seen that it looked like a sword hilt.

"Roar!"

The giant tiger roared, abandoned Situ Ye, swooped down abruptly, and went straight to Shangguan Mo Yan, who was manipulating thunder.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the hands seemed to have magical power, and the invisible air appeared in shape, forming a tornado with a thin bottom and a wide top, and more than a dozen air tornado guards surrounded the thunder, connecting to Shangguan Mo Yan's hands.

The fluctuation of the law spread, and the strange rhythm swept by, making the hearts of all the beasts suddenly feel as if they were being severely whipped, and it seemed to be put on a steel hoop, and it was uncomfortable to shrink and squeeze, and there was even a desire to vomit.

The vast fluctuations enveloped the great power of heaven and earth, as heavy as a giant mountain, pressing on the heart of every demon beast. In the sky, around the thunder, there are countless shallow rays of light gathered into looming gods and demons, either frowning angrily, or singing together.

The thunder connects the sky, and there are no less than 10 million demon gods around it, with different forms, but they have a unified characteristic-the body is huge, each one is a hundred feet high, and the panic and majesty are hanging from the nine heavens, making people and beasts feel like the sky is falling.

"It's not good, Shangguan has used a power that he can't control now!" The pavilion master stood at the highest peak, his mind covering the entire battlefield, carefully sensing the heaven and earth. From the beginning of the fight to the present, he has been holding back, he is on guard, he does not believe that only the existence of the four Great Venerable realms has joined forces to attack the Sword Pavilion, not to mention the issue of the distribution of interests, it is a problem who belongs to whom, an eagle, a tiger, a snake and a centipede, flying in the sky, running on the ground, insects, fish, birds and beasts are coming, and inland aquatic habitats are scarce, which is also the reason why only three of them come.

Although he didn't know the subordinate relationship between the four great venerables, seeing that Shangguan Mo Yan was using the strongest means at this time, he didn't wait any longer, a long sword that emitted a glowing light drilled out of the palm of his hand, and as the hilt of the sword appeared, the pavilion master held the sword with a fist with one hand, and the great momentum flashed from the sword body, and the artifact had a spirit, but it was in an instant to restrain its own momentum.

"Go!" the pavilion master flicked his backhand, and the long sword shot out, as urgent as light.

"Wow!"

With a long roar, Diao Shichang, who turned into a giant eagle, had his feathers standing upside down, flipping rapidly in the air like a fried chicken, and a pair of iron wings flapped, shattering the clouds in the air.

The humanized rotating half of the spirit sword folded in the air, and slashed towards the eagle's head again. Situ Ye was not to be left behind, his arms waved, and his fists hammered towards Diao Shichang with a fierce momentum, and on one side, the spirit sword that belonged to him was also beating with his heart, tossing and turning, and cooperating with the pavilion master's long sword attack.

"Wow!"

A tragic trombone came to an abrupt halt, and the huge body of the giant eagle covered a shadow, with the sound of whirring wind, falling to the earth, the clear sky and blue blood, and the hot blood raindrops sprinkled like raindrops.

"Wild Eagle!" a rough roar shouted from Huhar's mouth,

"Little bird!" the sound of a slender and metallic collision also sounded at the moment of Diao Shichang's fall.

"Want to run?!" At this moment, Shangguan Mo Yan was powerful, grasping the thunder in his hand, controlling the thunder power like an ancient thunder god, slashing downward like a knife, and then sweeping, and in the rumbling sound, the thunder in the sky was condensed in the movement, turning from purple to pitch black like ink.

Bang!

The feathered snake flew upside down, the giant tiger rolled, the centipede crawled, none of this happened, a small human hand held the falling thunder, firmly blocking there, the long black hair fluttered backwards with the energy, the handsome face frowned, the soft gaze was not ruthless, there was no murderous aura, just looking at Shangguan Mo Yan so indifferently.

Looking at the appearance of the person in front of him, Shangguan Mo Yan was terrified, and his cheeks, which were already flushed by forcibly pushing the thunder, instantly rolled down drops of sweat, which he had never had since he reached the realm of Dazun. Pressing down the thunder with both hands, he didn't make an inch in the opponent's one-arm posture.

"Lei Shi, I didn't expect it to be you!" The pavilion master's voice came from afar, and he saw him step out, a hundred zhang distance passed in an instant, his arm was on Shangguan Mo Yan's shoulder, and his strength was slightly exhaled, Shangguan Mo Yan's trembling arm returned to stability, his fingers were constantly changing, and the thunder clenched by his hands slowly disappeared.

Everything was like a bubble, and only the sweat on Shangguan Mo Yan's forehead was proving that everything that had just happened was true. The giant eagle that the pavilion master felled was real, and the so-called thunder lion in front of him was also real.

Thunder Lion, born to manipulate the existence of thunder and lightning, the king of lions, it is difficult to produce one for thousands of years.

This is the name of the man in front of him, and the name of the lion breed he belongs to. The Thunder Lion is the only one in the existing lion group that controls thunder and lightning, and it has reached the peak of the Great Venerable realm two hundred years ago.

"That was two hundred years ago, and I don't know what kind of cultivation he is now. The pavilion master's gaze swept over the thunder lion, but he didn't release a sense of detection. Casually probing the other party's cultivation is easy to arouse the other party's disgust, and even cause a fight.

The Pavilion Master, who is almost like a demon, has survived long enough, and has a deep understanding of these details that are prone to disputes, and will definitely not easily cross the thunder pool and cause unnecessary trouble.

Yes, his gaze swept over the other party, relying on the cultivation of the Thunder Lion with experience, "If he can't, he will fluctuate, no power will leak out, it is impossible for his cultivation to dissipate, and he can easily take the blow of Shangguan's Thunder Law, in addition to his deep understanding of the Thunder Law, there is also his strong cultivation, and now he can't feel a trace of cultivation, it can be said to be a state of returning to the basics." ”

Now I can do it, Lei Shi entered the peak of the Dazun realm nearly a hundred years earlier than me, and the gap between this is not something that can be smoothed out by diligence, time, qualifications, and understanding are indispensable. The cultivation of the demon clan is much slower than that of humans, but after the transformation, the advantages of human beings in this regard disappear in an instant, which means that there is still a time gap of nearly a hundred years between me and the Thunder Lion, maybe now that he has crossed the realm of Dazun, this makes me not feel any of his cultivation breath. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been aware of his presence in my previous perceptions. ”

Thinking of this, the pavilion master was shocked, and his gaze swept to the other party again. Lei Shi let the pavilion master watch, his raised arm was withdrawn, and he turned his back behind him, his eyes looking directly at the pavilion master.

"No, he should have just arrived, if he had hidden around early and I couldn't feel it, he would never have let me kill the Wild Eagle!" The pavilion master instantly thought of a possibility, his rapidly constricting pupils returned to their original state, and his demeanor relaxed.