In the sky, the thunder exploded, the arc shone, the sky was clear just now, and it became thunderous in an instant, the lightning continued, the rain was like a scoop, the thunder rolled from a distance, one lightning after another, each lightning carried a huge arc, the trees next to it had become weak in the lightning, some were split from the middle, some were broken by the waist, and some were still emitting black smoke, despite this, the thunder and lightning did not mean to stop.

The thunder roared and slashed down from the distant sky, and a man couldn't dodge it, when an arc of lightning struck his head, and boom! exploded on his shoulder like a bomb. A thigh fell from the air, and the lightning fell mercilessly to the base of a thigh, intact below the knee, but left his body and lay quietly in the distance, sometimes his five toes twitched a few times.

Such a scene constantly happens to the disciples of the Rock Song Sect, those who can be killed by a thunderbolt are considered lucky, and those who are missing arms and legs still have to endure pain. It seems that God does not have mercy on them, one by one, the thunder dragons with their big mouths open, carrying lightning, swooped down from the sky, they seemed to have eyes, and they ran towards the people of the Rock Song Sect.

Pan Yansong's body has been struck twice by lightning, but because of his strong strength and defense in place, he was not seriously injured, watching his disciples continue to be struck by lightning, and he died of injuries. A bad feeling arose in his mind. Just passed through the Illusion Spirit Circle. Could it be that this kind of thunder and lightning is also a kind of spiritual array? Will my people all die in the thunder and lightning? The disciples who were struck by the lightning in the distance kept howling, and every howl was a blow to Pan Yansong, could it be that this was also caused by Mo Lun? Pan Yansong was a little afraid to imagine, if this was the case, Mo Lun was really terrible.

Pan Yansong has never regarded Mo Lun as an opponent, and when he heard that Pang Shaoji died at the hands of Mo Lun, he always thought that Mo Lun used treacherous tricks and calculated Pang Shaoji. If you only learn by real talent, Mo Lun must not be Pang Shaoji's opponent. But now it seems that Pan Yansong realizes that he was wrong, whether in terms of strength or scheming, Pang Shaoji is not Mo Lun's opponent. He is now caught in Morun's tricks, which can show that even he is not Moren's opponent, but he is a little unwilling to die like this. He didn't even see Morun's face, and he died at his hands. What a humiliating way to die.

"Morun, I'm going to fight with you!Do you dare to let me out?" Since he had already thought of Morun, and being trapped in the spirit array was death, if he went out, there was still hope of living, so he wanted Morun to let him out, and then fight Moren alone. He can leave the others alone, but he must find a way to survive. Mo Lun heard Pan Yansong's shout, but said with a smile: "If you want to fight with me, you can first pass my Thunder Sea Vertical and Horizontal Formation!" After speaking, Mo Lun was silent. Pan Yansong still wanted to use words to provoke Mo Lun again, but at this time, a lightning bolt accompanied by thunder, flashing a long arc of electricity, zilala, like a silver snake, slashed at Pan Yansong's head, his feet moved, but it was still a little late, a puff of black smoke came out of the burqa on his body, producing an unpleasant smell, and then looked, there was a big hole in the lower abdomen, and there was black smoke coming out around the hole.

Pan Yansong hurriedly extinguished the sparks on his clothes with his hands, and a cold sweat broke out on his body, this is how sensitive he is and runs fast, if he is a little later, it is very likely that he will be blown up. "How's it going, do you want to do it again?" Morun's voice sounded outside. "Mo Lun, you are a coward, if you have the ability, let me out, let's fight to the death!" "I don't have the ability, if you have the ability, come out, I'll wait for you outside, if you don't have the ability, just wait for death inside!" Mo Lun's words were not loud, but Pan Yansong heard it clearly.

Mo Lun's words made him sober up a lot, if he couldn't even break a spirit array, how could he be Mo Lun's opponent, even if Mo Lun let himself out, he couldn't beat Mo Lun. If he can go out, there may still be a chance, but after thinking for a while, he still shook his head, judging from the current situation, if he wants to go out, he needs to waste a lot of physical and spiritual power, and when he goes outside, Mo Lun is there to wait for work, no matter what Mo Lun's strength is, when he goes outside, his spiritual power and body are gone, how to fight Mo Lun, it is not that he wants to die in the hands of Mo Lun.

Now Pan Yansong is speechless, why should he trouble Mo Lun, the first disciple will die when he dies, who let him not do good things outside, offended Mo Lun not to say anything, and let the reputation of Yan Song Sect be discredited. Why did he have to avenge him, how much he regretted it now, but it was too late. Now the clouds are thicker, and they are getting lower and lower, they have reached the treetops, and the appearance of every lightning bolt is very sudden, there is no process from far to near, such thunder and lightning are even more terrifying, I don't know when it comes, I don't know when it sounds, I don't know how powerful it is.

The more than 1,000 people brought back by Pan Yansong had already lost more than 200 people when they were in front of the phantom array, and although some of them did not die, they were more terrible than death, they had gone crazy, and they also disturbed the morale of the army, which made some people of sound mind feel afraid; in the thunder and lightning array, more than 500 people were injured and killed, and now there are less than 300 people left. As the clouds thickened and decreased, there was another flash of thunder, howls continued to be heard, and five or six more people lost their lives.

Moren looked at the situation inside, without a trace of pity, they were still struggling. With a look of determination on his face, Mo Lun walked to the side of a tree, picked up a banner from the root, and put it in the bag. The dark clouds in the spirit array are gradually disappearing, like a breeze, not only blowing away the dark clouds, but also blowing away the unhappiness in Pan Yansong's heart, this ghost weather is finally over, I want to fight with him.

Pan Yansong, who was thinking about fighting with Mo Lun, suddenly felt a wave of spiritual power fluctuations in the distance, no, it was not a spiritual power fluctuation in one place, and this kind of spiritual power fluctuations came from all directions, very dense, and with a hissing sound of breaking the wind. "Oh no, everyone, pay attention!" As soon as his words fell, a half-foot-long sword flew over from his right side, and just when he was stunned, another sword stabbed at him from the opposite side, and he immediately dodged it, but he still thought wrong, the sharp swords from these two directions were endless, and a sharp sword flew every half a foot, so that a sword network was formed, and there were sharp swords in front of him and right from the top, middle and bottom three directions, it was impossible to dodge, only to use spiritual power to drive away the sword, but this kind of sword is endless, as long as the spirit array is still there, the sword will not disappear。

The disciples who luckily escaped the thunder and lightning, and just about to relax, some were killed by Mo Lun's Vajra Sword Array, and followed Pan Yansong to the four major elders of the Wild Wolf Valley, Fan Duo and Ben Qian had stayed in the Wild Wolf Valley and could not come back for a lifetime, the only elders around Pan Yansong were Meng Yu and Shi Hao, but now the two of them couldn't take care of their sect master, countless flying swords flew towards Meng Yu, and he could still dodge at the beginning, but it was just an instant, and the flying swords that stabbed at him were like cow hairs, and he couldn't dodge, only by urging the spiritual power to turn these flying swords into invisible。

In a short period of time, whether it is Meng Yu or Shi Hao, they can do this, and it is effortless at the beginning, the flying sword is shocked by their spiritual power, and changes the direction of flight, but as time goes by, their spiritual power is consumed a lot, and the flying sword has not changed much, but their own spiritual power is weak, and the flying sword is getting closer and closer to them, if their spiritual power is exhausted, what will happen? They could have held on for a little longer, but in the Thunder and Lightning Array, they had already consumed some of their spiritual power, and before they had time to rest, they recovered their spiritual power and came to the Vajra Sword Formation again.

These are all calculated by Mo Lun, if they are not looking for Mo Lun, they will not fall into Mo Lun's way, which shows that they are too greedy, "Pan Yansong, do you still have the strength?" Mo Lun shouted outside, "Mo Lun, I will not let you go!" Pan Yansong said angrily while resisting the attack of the flying sword. "You'd better save your strength to deal with the flying sword!" Moren said outside. Uhh These cries all came from one person, that is, Meng Yu, his spiritual power had been completely consumed, a flying sword was inserted into his shoulder, just in a miserable scream, a stunned kung fu, a flying sword on the opposite side was inserted into his chest, there was no spiritual power, and he was seriously injured by two flying swords, but this was just the beginning, the flying swords on the right and opposite sides were constantly stabbing at him, and his right side and front were like hedgehogs.

Meng Yu fell like this, an elder of the Rock Song Sect, who did not die in the Wild Wolf Valley, but died in the Vajra Sword Formation, and did not die in the battle to protect the Rock Song Sect, but died in the selfishness of the sect master, what a pathetic person. Shi Hao didn't last long, and followed in Meng Yu's footsteps. Seeing that his elders and disciples died by his side, how much Pan Yansong regretted it, but it was useless, there was no regret medicine in the world, if there was an afterlife, Pan Yansong would not provoke Mo Lun if he said anything, he would stay away from Mo Lun, or please Mo Lun.

Just when Pan Yansong's spiritual power was about to be exhausted, the flying sword disappeared, and there was no one around Pan Yansong standing to talk to him. But in the distance, a smiling young man with white hands was looking at him, Pan Yansong was not happy because of the disappearance of the flying sword, but even more fearful. (To be continued......)