The Dutian Divine Fire is worthy of being the fire of Zhurong's royal use, and the four beasts can only compete with it.

Ling Muyun's thunder technique used his own True Qi to attract the thunder power of heaven and earth.

And Qi Keer, but he used the order flag, and the prayer was the heavenly fire.

If the stalemate continued for a long time, not to mention whether Ling Muyun's True Qi could support it, the thin air alone would suffocate him to death.

"In that case, let's taste the taste of the thunderstorm, and see if you can give up the blue and resist the thunder."

Ling Muyun came up fiercely and sealed again.

"Brother Ling is a little troublesome, I didn't think that there would be such a master in Baibu." Jia Nianxi put his hands on his cheeks and frowned.

"Ah, isn't he dangerous?" Huan Qin's face was flushed.

When Zhang Hao heard Jia Nianxi say this, he was also secretly worried about Ling Muyun: "Take my longbow!" ”

"What is the captain going to do?" Jia Nianxi stretched and asked puzzledly.

"Look at me with an arrow, breaking the demon formation." After Zhang Hao said this, he seemed to be in high spirits.

"Don't, Brother Ling is in trouble, it's not unbreakable, when it really can't be ended, I will take action."

It was cold outside, and Jia Nianxi put his hand in his pocket.

"Really?" Zhang Oyster and Huan Qin said in unison.

Jia Nianxi didn't speak, got up and jumped to the roof of the car: "Look at the horse, maybe who will suffer." ”

Before the words fell, the black clouds pressed the sky, and the day turned into night.

"Five Thunder Orders: Bath Thunder."

The thunder and lightning in the dark clouds seemed to have been brewing for a long time.

Ling Muyun, who was waiting, was a little anxious, and the four beasts were almost shattered, only to see the thunder appear in the clouds.

First, there is a Zen stick in the hands of the great monk pestle, and the sound of Taoism and Buddha envelops the white part.

After Jia Nianxi, the black air was shrouded, and Zhang Oyster was unable to identify the direction for a while.

"Last year's thunderstorm is not the same."

"Boom!"

The thunder finally landed.

Its power is comparable to ten thunders, and it is endless.

The first thing that bore the brunt was the fire cover, which crackled in the face of thunder, and finally could not resist thousands of divine thunders, and shattered one after another, making the flag dim.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Muyun and Qi Ke'er were both exposed to the divine thunder.

Indiscriminate attacks.

Red thunder ploughed the land, and never missed a cent.

As the last days come, like God punishing heaven.

Although Ling Muyun was baptized by the Thunder Pond in the Immortal Crossing, he still spurted out a mouthful of blood in an instant.

Clothes and hair were in disarray.

Qi Keer didn't dare to respond to its edge like the blue, and the magma was bubbling all over her body, and she moved flexibly.

How can the thunder be fast, and there are too many to count, only a few breaths, and then it was smashed to the ground by a thunderbolt, and he couldn't lift the true qi.

Fortunately, Yulei is not directional, otherwise, Qi Keer is afraid that he will die on the spot.

Let's look at the two camps.

Although it was on the verge of a thunderstorm, it was still struck by a few lightning strikes, but fortunately, every lightning strike was resisted by the Buddha's finger of the great monk.

Although there was no loss, the great monk was panting heavily, and it seemed that it was not comfortable.

On Jia Nianxi's side, he was in a panic, only feeling the thunder between heaven and earth, but he couldn't see things, but people stepped on people and lost dozens of lives.

When Jia Nianxi dissipated the black gas, everyone saw that there was not a single inch of grass in the field, and there was something glazed in the scorched black.

Of the two people in the field, Ling Muyun leaned on the ink blade and moved towards Qi Keer step by step.

The beggar was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Miss Jia's technique is more fierce than that bald donkey, and the lightning can't be broken, Zhang underestimates it!" While Zhang Oy's face was shocked, he arched at Jia Nianxi.

Be completely convinced.

"Although this is very useful, I have to say that my technique is to deceive the Heavenly Prison, and I don't really resist it." Jia Nianxi pursed his lips and smiled: "The two blows of the great monk are not easy to deal with." ”

"Ling Gongzi should be fine, right?" Huan Qin had palpitations, but when she saw Ling Muyun stumbling, she was a little worried.

"It's definitely okay, isn't that a stab?"

What Jia Nianxi said was good.

Ling Muyun walked in front of Qi Ke'er, and saw that he was out of breath but not breathing, especially when he was not hanging an inch and was covered in black, and the ink blade in his hand slashed from his neck to his thigh, and then stabbed him down.

"When you say it, you have to suffer this hole for your master, since I stabbed you, then I won't stab your master."

Ling Muyun didn't take the opportunity to ask for the life of Qi Ke'er.

It's just that these four order flags are very magical, and Ling Muyun bent down to pick them up one by one.

He raised the ink blade again, and fell again.

"Gou Gou, what the lame nine said, hide clumsy."

Ling Muyun found a step for himself.

It's not that he wants to hide it, but that there is not much Zhen Qi left here, and he has been struck by lightning, and his internal organs have been displaced, and he urgently needs to breathe.

If the other party walks out of the beggar like a beggar again, whether he can fight the enemy is another matter.

"I don't know what kind of magic skills there are in these three order flags." Ling Muyun took a breath and saw that the dense symbols on the Ling Banner were like tadpoles, and he couldn't understand what was written.

Pin the Lingqi to his waist, walk up, and return to the ox cart.

"Quick, help me, I can't hold on." Ling Muyun glanced at Zhang Hao and said to Jia Nianxi.

"I said that even walking has changed, it turns out that it is a strong outsider." Jia Nianxi snorted, jumped off the roof of the car, and helped Ling Muyun onto the ox cart.

"Captain Zhang, it's not appropriate to fight again today, you need to change the day." After Jia Nianxi finished speaking, regardless of whether Zhang Hao agreed or not, he drove the ox cart and walked towards the camp.

"Mingjin retreats!"

Ling Muyun's performance has greatly surprised Zhang Oy.

first shocked the enemy Ligu with one blow, and then made Qi Ke'er not know his life and death, just such a record is comparable to Liu Xin.

If Liu Xin comes, don't think about it, it must be a bitter persuasion first, and finally an angry move, even if he wins, he will do the woman's benevolence.

Liu Xun came and was undefeated.

But Liu Xun's disciples, who were decisive in killing, had tilted the scales of victory in favor of him.

Although Zhang Hao knew that if the enemy wanted to steal the camp, the hundred swords and axes he sent would have no effect.

But he still let the sword and axe hand guard outside Ling Muyun's tent.

No one is allowed to approach it.

Except for Jia Nianxi and Huanqin.

Ling Muyun sat cross-legged in the tent to breathe, and the two women sat silently on the side without making a sound.

Especially Huanqin's face, sometimes red, obviously thinking about some eight sedan chairs.

As the child of the Long Kanghuan clan, the family marriage is almost the fate that everyone is born with.

Before he was in the boudoir, he was promised by his father Huan Shiqian to Wang Yu of the Wang family, who was also one of the four major families.

The king of "the old king Xie Tang Qianyan".

It's just that after six years, I'm afraid that Wang Yu is already a beauty on his side, and he has long forgotten himself.

After all, I haven't even seen it, and it's really a bit ridiculous and generous to want to say something that is so close to each other and raising eyebrows.

The person in front of him, although he is not well-known, has unknowingly become his own hero.

How can you not touch the heart of a girl?

At this time, Ling Muyun didn't think about it so much.

In the past, when I was injured and breathed, it was all the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and it turned into True Qi, although my True Qi overflowed, it was simpler and more integrated, but the basic steps were never missing.

Pranayama today is different from the past.

After the True Qi was in operation for a week, a part of the sedimentary sea of qi turned into crystal clear blue water droplets, and there was a faint flash of thunder.

Even though it is small, I can really perceive it.

Furthermore, when the real Qi runs on the week, it is smoother than before, and there is a gurgling sound.

I don't know exactly what happened, but from the way I feel it, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

I thought about finishing pranayama and asking Jia Nianxi, but as soon as I opened my eyes, Huan Qin's burning gaze made me look furious.

I forgot to ask about it.

"I still have something to do, I have to report it to Mrs. Zhang."

Ling Muyun's excuse was lame, and Huan Qin, who was upside down, was even more satisfied.

He is not like the disciple of Nadeng, he just likes to listen to music.

Huan Qin was in her heart, defending Ling Muyun.