Chapter 338: Comprehending the Thunder Tribulation

Boom. A loud bang resounded through the sky. The stands, which were originally very good-looking, suddenly became dilapidated. I saw smoke and dust billowing from that platform. The figures of the two people inside are not too clear. I saw one of them fly upside down. It's like a kite off the string can't do it on its own.

"Who is it?" Everyone looked at it. I want to see who it is. Look at today's Ling Jialuo challenge to the veteran masters. Or is it Lu Minghe who proves that the strength of the newcomer is not enough with his actions.

Under the gaze of everyone, the smoke and dust dissipated little by little. Everyone's hearts lifted up at once. I want to see what the scene in front of me is. Two figures slowly emerged in the smoke and dust.

"It's Ling Jialuo. Unexpectedly, the person standing there was actually Ling Jialuo. So."

At this moment, everyone turned their eyes to the man lying on the ground. When they saw the man, their eyes were only stunned by horror. The person who flew out upside down was Lu Minghe. If only that's what they'd accept. But Lu Minghe's clothes were in tatters. The whole body felt like it was burned. In many places, there is a smell of barbecue. At this moment, Lu Minghe still has the momentum and arrogance just now. It's like a lost dog.

"You've lost." Ling Jialuo glanced at Lu Minghe on the ground and didn't continue to make a move.

The whole venue was silent for a moment. A thunderous cry was heard. The voice rose to the Nine Heavens. Everyone in Canglan Academy was dumbfounded. Not sure what's going on. But some of the old students present will never forget this moment for the rest of their lives. This means that they are back on their feet. Because they also have a man who bears the crown.

Ling Jialuo retracted his gaze. The silver snake in his hand flickered brightly. Like a living being. It's very weird.

"Break it for me."

Ling Jialuo let out a low snort. Drink until the sound pierces the sky. Many people in Yanyun City looked in the direction of Canglan Academy. Showing a hint of doubt.

I saw the momentum on Ling Jialuo's body rising. Keep climbing. Even the Lu Ming River just now is far from it.

Ling Jialuo pointed at the sky. A sword light shot into the sky like thunder and lightning. Everyone trembled under this momentum. But there is one person who is an exception.

Jian Chen's voice stood there silently. It's like an old monk settled. Motionless. But there were strange energy fluctuations in his body. It was faint that Ling Jialuo's momentum at the moment wanted to connect.

The sword light shot into the sky for a long time before disappearing. Everyone looked up and forgot for a long time. No change at all.

Suddenly. Black clouds rose in the sky and churned. Suddenly the atmosphere became extremely oppressive. The person below the pressure is out of breath. Oni shivered at the dark clouds above. Mouth wide open. I didn't say anything for a long time.

"Ray. "Ghost Qinghan finally said what he was going to say. How many people were scared when this remark came out.

In an instant. Everyone stepped back almost at the same time, away from Ling Jialuo. Although these people have not seen the thunderstorm. But I've heard about it. Once you have stood under the thunderstorm for a long time. When the time comes, it will be difficult to retreat.

At this moment, Lu Minghe was already standing up with the support of the two brothers. Seeing the catastrophe, I had to avoid it. There was envy in his eyes.

Lu Minghe knew far more about the Thunder Tribulation than these people. At this moment, Ling Jialuo's aura was about to be promoted to the martial spirit realm. Only those who have reached this realm are beginning to be qualified to withstand the thunderstorm. But not everyone is eligible. It takes people who are extremely talented to do it. Before that, Ling Jialuo would be able to defeat himself. And what about after the thunderstorm? Presumably at that time, he was not worthy of being his opponent. Thinking of this, Lu Minghe laughed at himself. It looks so helpless.

"Look. Where is there anyone who still doesn't step down?" One pointed to Jian Chen.

This is who is so desperate.

Only then did everyone realize that there was still a person standing there not far from the venue. Motionless. Like a deer caught in headlights.

"Boy. It's a thunderstorm." A well-wisher immediately reminded him when he saw that man standing under the thunderstorm without fear at all.

The voice was very loud. Not to mention the spread to the ears of the sword dust. Even Ling Jialuo's movements on the stage also stopped. looked at the figure that looked quite weak in the audience.

"This. Isn't this the sword dust just now?"

Finally they saw the silly boy clearly. It's not the sword dust that just made the limelight, who else can there be. What happened to him. Silly. This thought flashed through everyone's minds in an instant.

The ghost on the side has a full view of all this. Originally, he also wanted to pull away the sword dust like these people. But the fluctuations on Jian Chen's body made him change his mind. He was familiar with the fluctuations. It is the fluctuations of the thunder. Only then did he realize that Jian Chen's body actually had the artistic conception of thunder.

Ling Jialuo on the stage didn't care originally. But when his gaze stayed on Jian Chen's body for a while, he began to show a look of disbelief. Jian Chen's body actually has the same thunder power as himself. This was the first time he had seen someone with such a terrible artistic conception as himself. He remembered that he had paid for his life to have this power. Could it be that the boy in front of him is too?

Tianlei didn't give Ling Jialuo too much to think about. In the blink of an eye, the thunder has condensed to a fixed point. Finally, the power is about to be unleashed.

Among the thunderclouds. The heavenly thunder that has been wandering in it has finally asked for the restraint of this heaven and earth. Rolling thunder struck straight down. Ling Jialuo withdrew his mind and tried his best to deal with the catastrophe of this promotion to martial spirit. The more people who grasp the power of thunder, the higher their perception of the power of thunder in this day. The terror of the thunder is clearer.

Jian Chen's mind sank into his dantian. Keep reminiscing about the realization just now. At this moment, he seems to be above the nine heavens. Laugh at this rolling thunder. Everything is under his control.

He was like a baby at the moment. It's growing little by little. Grow up in that thunder.

Thunder falls. Keep hitting Ling Jialuo's body. Ling Jialuo dances with a long sword. Thunderbolts all fell on the long sword. The lines on the sword's body seem to be alive. Constantly wandering on the body of the sword. If anyone could take a closer look, they would see that there was a faint claw growing on top of the silver serpent. The whole process is very slow.

Just when Ling Jialuo was trying his best to deal with the thunder. There is a sense of yuang in Jian Chen's heart, and he wants to truly stand above the nine heavens to witness the life of this heavenly thunder.

"It hurts." Jian Chen, whose soul had just left his body, immediately let out a scream. The screams were like they were about to be slaughtered. It hurts to the heart. Jian Chen only felt that his soul was going to be shattered under the thunder of that day.

"The power of this thunder is so terrifying." There was a burst of fear in Jian Chen's heart. The soul direction wants to fly back into his body again. But the heavens do not grant people's wishes. The wind carried by the thunder that day blew the soul of Jian Chen's soul farther and farther. Higher and higher.

Gangfeng is like the boning knife. Scraped down on the soul body of the sword dust. Each stroke seems to shatter the sword dust. In the center of the soul body, something slightly brighter floated there. Twinkle and twinkle. It is its existence that stabilizes the soul of Sword Dust from being blown away.

The bead is blue at the moment. It represents that Jian Chen's soul power is currently in the second realm. Lan Ling.

In desperation, Jian Chen had no choice but to let the power of heaven and earth stir him. Although he doesn't like the physical sense. But at this moment he had no choice. The nameless sword trick slowly flowed. Protect your soul and let the wind blow on your body. And he wandered in the thunder.

Jian Chen looked down. Ling Jialuo was standing there proudly. I saw the sword light whistling. Every sword light is like thunder in the sky. The real heavenly thunder made an earth-shattering sound when the sword light came into contact. Then they were scattered. Ling Jialuo did not miss such an opportunity. Called on the electric light frequency. The whole person wandered there, and the falling heavenly thunder was absorbed with **. Yes, it is like sword dust to use ** to resist the thunder. But he was one step more than Sword Dust. Break up.

Everyone was horrified by Ling Jialuo's might. But the other figure made them wonder. The sword dust was unscathed under the thunder. Thunder seemed to be deliberately avoiding that position that day.

"Is he so lucky?" Finally someone started muttering.

Jian Chen's soul is still rising. Finally stood on the thunderous tribulation. He saw the thunderclouds rolling below him. Every stroke can bring thousands of thunderbolts. Lightning. He could clearly see the creation and disappearance of each thunderbolt. It all became clear before his eyes.

Jian Chen closed his eyes and carefully felt everything about the anger of heaven and earth. But he didn't notice that the bead in the center of his soul was slowly turning from blue to purple. The beads also began to solidify, giving the impression of being disembodied.

Finally. The thunderbolts began to get smaller. Even the thunderclouds slowly faded. Seeing that cloudless clear sky is about to reappear in the world. The sword dust above the thundercloud opened its eyes. There was a flash of brightness in the eyes of the void.

"I see."

Jian Chen just finished saying this. The soul body returned to his body from above the nine heavens. After the soul returns, the sword dust is finally no longer lifeless. Very smart/

"Huh." Quite a few people noticed the change in sword dust. The sword dust that was like a dead man just now moved under the gaze of these people. He slowly stood up.

"He. . . He moved." I don't know who shouted out. It's like seeing a monster. Everyone was attracted by this exclamation and just wanted to say something. Jian Chen's movements made them calm down again. Everyone's eyes widened. The Adam's apple rolls a little. He swallowed heavily.

I saw Jian Chen jump on the stage. Before Ling Jialuo, who had just received the thunder tribulation and was recuperating on the stage, reacted. And he jumped up. A wave of momentum rose to the sky. To be precise, it's not imposing. It's sword intent. An incomparably condensed sword intent enveloped the world. The thunderclouds that were about to recede actually gathered again.

Looking at the even more imposing thundercloud, Ling Jialuo, who had not fully recovered, roared at Jian Chen, "You don't want to die."

"Get down for me. Otherwise, we'll both have to finish the game." See the thunder tribulation again. Ling Jialuo sighed helplessly. Stand up. Move your right hand. A long sword appeared in his hand. That longsword is so nimble. It's like having a soul of its own.

Jian Chen looked at Ling Jialuo quietly for a while. Looking at the recondensed thunderclouds again, he said lightly: "Senior. I'll leave it to me." My friend accidentally knocked down my tea, and the computer went into maintenance tonight, I hope everything is fine, otherwise Huangliang will hang up. This chapter was written on a mobile phone, so please forgive me if the mistake is serious. The sword god is more exciting with you.