A bolt of lightning rushed across the vast land.

The thunder shook the heavens and the earth, and the thunderbolts kept falling from the sky, slamming around the lightning, and lifting the mud that had been beaten so hard as to set off one big crater after another.

Flying sand and rocks, dusty flying, the lightning, but constantly passing through the thunderbolt, not even the fur can be stained.

Zhang Xiaohu waved his fists and struck outward, the light and shadow flashed, and the lightning flew out, and those thunderbolts that passed by him were beaten into a ball of electric light by him, which continued to dissipate.

Originally, I wanted to use a black knife instead of relying on my fists to fight the world, but the black knife, pumped twice, seemed to be embedded in the scabbard, but refused to come out, and the handle of the knife buzzed and vibrate, conveying a reluctant meaning.

Zhang Xiaohu turned his head and thought about it, too, he had just soaked out of the thunder pool slurry, where could he still see these silver lightning, unless it was dark purple lightning, otherwise, this black knife would definitely be out of work and blackout.

The law of thunder unfolded, and most of the thunderbolts, before they got close, were attracted by the power of the law, tilting to the sides, only a few thick thunderbolts, although they deviated a little, but stubbornly resisted the thrust, whistling and striking.

frowned, his fists danced, booming, and the approaching thunderbolt was smashed into a ball of lightning, but in his heart, he was a little careful.

There is only silver lightning above his head, and the talisman is only a few harvests, obviously, this is only the periphery of the thunder world, but the thunderbolt has such resistance, obviously, the power that created this world, the control of these charges, far beyond him, I don't know, to the depths, what kind of situation will be.

The laws were quickly comprehended, and the rules that were clear before became more visible, and in the eyes, it was no longer countless thunderbolts that landed, but strings of rune rules.

In my mind, the runes that had obtained the talismans shone with dazzling light, transforming from the illusory figure into an entity, spraying the power of the law outward, stirring up thousands of huge waves, rumbling, and rolling wildly.

The runes that were still faint next to them were reflected by this brilliance, and gradually became solid, and on their bodies, the power of the law rose up, stirring up the space, and the thunderbolts that fell became more and more difficult to get close.

The laws change again and again, furious, swift, destructive, wave after wave, but the power is different.

Some of them swarmed up, beating with all their might, and beating the surroundings into powder.

At the beginning, the flying thunderbolt could still see the figure, but later, it was just a bright and dark eye, but even the appearance could not be captured, and it was completely guided and rejected by the power of the law rising on the body, otherwise, I don't know how many times I would be struck by the thunder.

Others, flying out with a terrifying aura, as if the sky and the earth were destroyed, the world did not exist, just a thunderbolt fell, and it pressed the flying body to sink a few meters, the ground that was bombarded, even the magma was beaten out, there is a place where it is, those crazy thunderbolts, swift thunderbolts, all retreat.

Zhang Xiaohu walked all the way in the lightning and thunder, the runes, one by one, the thunder beast that rushed out was smashed into pieces by him in just a few punches, and he easily picked up the falling runes.

Before you know it, the shape of the earth has changed.

The ground of a horse flat river, I don't know when it started, began to rise and fall from a very long distance, and when Zhang Xiaohu found out, the place where he was had turned into a huge canyon, about a thousand zhang high on both sides, and the canyon was still shrinking, from a distance of thousands of zhang, to now, only less than 100 meters remained.

The range of movement became smaller and smaller, but the thunderbolt that swayed overhead became more terrifying.

The silver light was gradually replaced by the purple, and when the canyon narrowed to a hundred meters, all the lightning that fell from it was dark purple.

The black knife began to move, making a buzzing sound in the scabbard, and the blade of the knife automatically jumped out of half an inch.

Zhang Xiaohu couldn't cry or laugh, and pulled it out with his backhand, and before he could dance, the black knife let out a dragon roar and raised his arm high.

A deep purple lightning bolt tore through the sky and struck down quickly, and the power of the law that rose up was broken before it could push it away.

The lightning on the black knife was shining, and the lightning, as soon as it was attracted by the black knife, instantly hit it.

Rumble.

Countless rays of lightning spread down the blade, but in that spread, they were quickly absorbed by the blade, and only a very small part of it was transmitted to Zhang Xiaohu's hand along the handle.

Numb, but it didn't make him stiff and still.

The law rotated rapidly on his body, causing ripples.

The falling electric rays kept refining the body, and were fused by the rapid force, the whirlpool rotated wildly, throwing out drops of deep purple slurry, and the big hole became bulging and swollen again, and waves of strength, like waves, rushed forward along the meridians.

"Come Again"

got a bargain, Zhang Xiaohu shouted, and raised the black knife higher.

As if provoked by his words, on the top of the canyon, more than a dozen thunderbolts fell in an instant.

The dark purple color darkened the world, and the thunder rumbled through the heavens and the earth, and the canyon rock wall, which had been intact for thousands of years, was hit by the lightning emitted by the violent deep purple thunderbolt, and kept rolling down the fine gravel, but before it fell, it was bombarded into powder in mid-air, and then turned into a cloud of green smoke and disappeared.

The black knife swung and slashed out jet-black swords, colliding with the deep purple thunder that had been chopped down.

Boom, boom, boom.

In the sky, the lightning shone brightly, and at one moment it seemed like the dawn, and at another time it seemed to turn into darkness.

Zhang Xiaohu's body sank, and he was hit by this thunderbolt, and almost fell to the ground in an instant.

The mud and rocks that had been chopped for 10,000 years gradually melted in the thunder light, turning into crystal clear glass, reflecting the electric light in the sky.

The blade danced, smashing the thunder one after another, and countless lightning bolts wrapped the black knife and Zhang Xiaohu inside, constantly exploding, beating fiercely, and blooming with dazzling light.

The electric light brought not only tears and beatings, but also extremely high temperatures.

The black knife that soaked in the thunder pool and absorbed countless slurry began to turn red.

Countless lightning bolts crackled on it, far exceeding its speed of absorbing thunder power, and even with Zhang Xiaohu, it couldn't withstand the waves of electric light shooting overhead.

The red light became brighter and brighter, the tip of the knife was as red as a small sun, and the blade gradually began to melt, and the extremely thin iron slurry flowed down the tip of the knife, but it was quickly cooled down in the black knife's efforts to absorb the thunder power.

Zhang Xiaohu roared loudly, venting the bombardment of him by the electric light.

Mouths of green smoke kept spewing out, which were impurities discarded after being quenched by electrolight.

The palms of his hands became hot, and the power of thunder continued to spread down along the black knife, and the black knife in his hand also became trembling, if it weren't for Zhang Xiaohu dancing all the time, slashing the deep purple thunderbolt that kept falling, maybe he would have fled far away and avoided the crazy electric light.

Just in the blink of an eye, the blade of the knife was half an inch shorter, and the molten iron slurry continued to retreat along the blade and cooled rapidly, forming one after another extremely small mottles on the blade, like fish scales, wrapping a layer of patterns around the smooth black knife.

Overhead, the thunderbolt had surged to a hundred, snorting and slashing, tearing the void apart one after another.

Zhang Xiaohu was beaten all the way down, and the flying figure was less than a few feet above the ground.

The black knife in his hand danced into a black mang, protecting the body tightly, and the power of the law worked wildly, absorbing and fusing this deep purple thunder power while trying his best to resist the thunder in the sky.

Gritting his teeth, his steps did not stop, and he tried to run forward.

The canyon became even narrower, just a hundred meters apart, and now, there were less than ten meters left.

The deep purple thunderbolt that landed, you don't even need to select the target, just fall and hit the head, the hundred and ten thunderbolts landed together, and when they reached the top of their heads, they had converged into a pillar of light as thick as ten meters, and the color was as deep as purple and black.

The lightning shot wildly, and everywhere the thunder pillar of light went, everything was wiped out, and the rock wall that was as solid as fine stone was blasted by this pillar of light, and it instantly sank down, smooth as a mirror, but with countless electric lights, it kept shining.

"Hah"

Zhang Xiaohu's body sank down, his feet bent, and when he landed on the ground, he kicked down hard, and his body rushed up in an instant.

The black knife slashed in his hand, turned into an oolong, roared in the air, and opened his teeth and claws to meet it.

Rumble.

The sky and earth darkened, as if everything had stopped.

The shock wave burst out in an instant, whistling, sweeping in all directions, rolling up the gravel and gravel that had been loosely struck by the lightning, and sneering into the distance.

The Law of Thunder surged upwards in waves, and was on top of the purple-black pillar of thunder light.

The black knife spewed dazzling light, tearing through the pillar of light, and stubbornly attacking upward.

Zhang Xiaohu's muscles in his hands swelled, his green tendons were beating, he gritted his teeth, his face flushed, and he let out a hoarse voice.

The thunder spread quickly to the body along the black knife, and the huge amount of thunder power, where the black knife and what he could absorb, was to disperse, and the separate electric light, each with a meter thick, bombarded in front of him in an instant.

Thundered.

The black light and purple black that collided in mid-air instantly separated the winner and loser.

The thunder shot down frantically, bombarding the figure to the ground, and a huge crater more than ten feet deep appeared in front of him, and the pillar of light was thrown into it with a snort.

Zhang Xiaohu was lying at the bottom of the pit, the black knife rolled to the side, and countless thunderbolts filled the entire pit, and the slightest thunder force continued to bombard it along the skin and flesh.

The skin was open, and blood was smeared all over the body.

There was a trace of the law of thunder in the blood, and it was no longer like before, when it was hit by thunder, it turned into green smoke and dissipated.

There was no good flesh on the whole body, and all the white bones were exposed, that is, the scale armor that had been baptized by thunder, and at this time it was also tattered and crippled.

"Play Big"

Zhang Xiaohu was already in so much pain that he couldn't feel it, his whole body was numb and stiff, lying at the bottom of the pit waiting to die.

The electric light frantically fell, bringing up the large piece of flesh and blood, and the whole person was almost only a pair of white bones, and even the internal organs were all a ball of charcoal at this time.

At this moment, the runes that were almost completely bright in my mind suddenly flickered, one by one, spraying light, projecting onto the slightly smaller rune in the middle.

Thunder Life.

The rune gained the power of light and shadow of many runes, and instantly bloomed with dazzling light, a strong vitality, gushing out of the ruined body, ripple-like ups and downs, those surging purple and black electric light, excited by this fluctuation, became docile.

The power is still pouring in, but it is frantically repairing the body, and a warm and comfortable feeling instantly replaces numbness, making people almost intoxicated.

Zhang Xiaohu's eyes widened, looking at the fluctuations in front of him.

It turns out that this is the life of Thunder.