Seeing this situation, Cheng Qian had to be cautious, a psychic corpse could actually resist thunder, which was completely beyond his imagination, and he couldn't help but think that this thunder and lightning was still a rare evil god thunder in the world, which made him difficult to accept for a while.

With just one blow, Cheng Qian already knew how sharp the evil spirit thunder that this corpse had cast, and he didn't dare to stretch out his right hand at all, and pointed at the hundreds of cyan arcs.

"Condensing Sword!"

Cheng Qian's soft scream, hundreds of arcs emitted bursts of low thunder, suddenly distorted and deformed, and there was also a piercing scream, as if there were thousands of birds singing in unison.

"Go!"

Cheng Qian's right arm flickered, and the sword pointed at the corpse, and hundreds of cyan sword lights in the air immediately stabbed at the corpse with a tooth-souring sound of breaking the air.

From time to time, cyan arcs of lightning bounced out of the surface of these sharp swords, and the sound was amazing.

"Hey, this kid's thunder control technique seems to be a little stronger than the original kid, but it would be a big mistake to think that this can destroy the deity!" Seeing this, the corpse's white eyes couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, but it was immediately replaced by disdain.

The corpse suddenly let out a low roar, and the golden arcs that shot out immediately turned into a golden power grid, and with a shake, it suddenly shrouded away at those cyan swords.

Sting

Thundered!

A deafening popping sound came into the ears, and the endless dead air around was rubbed by the two thunderbolts, and immediately retreated in all directions.

There was a strange scene for a while, the dead qi within a radius of dozens of miles suddenly disappeared, lingering outside this distance, not daring to enter this area at all, whether it was the evil god thunder or the Zhimu Qing thunder, almost all of them were the nemesis of these dead qi.

The cyan thunder sword slashed at the golden power grid without hesitation, and for a while, the cyan and golden light were intertwined, and the surroundings were instantly illuminated.

Bursts of thunder resounded in the sky, and even if you were thousands of feet away, you could hear the continuous thunder.

The two thunderbolts were evenly matched for a while, and Cheng Qian also had a bad premonition in his heart when he saw this scene, the corpse Xiao originally belonged to the things of the Yin Si realm, and lived on death, and the power of the thunder on the opposite side should be afraid, why can he still control the thunder and lightning, and it is this kind of rare evil god thunder in the world!

I can't figure it out, Cheng Qian really can't figure it out, he really doesn't know what means to use to kill such a corpse.

"Although it can resist thunder, there is only one kind, I don't believe that its thunder and lightning can be inexhaustible!" The meaning of struggle in Cheng Qian's eyes gradually disappeared into invisibility, and was replaced by bursts of thunder, looking at the golden and green light in front of him and muttering.

Under the shaking of the sleeve robe, a ray of spiritual light flew out from the cuffs, and a strange gourd floated out as soon as it turned, seeing this situation, the corners of Cheng Qian's mouth curled, and he stretched out his right hand and shook a little at the gourd.

"Hum!," a soft chime came to my ears.

In a flash, the gourd immediately reversed its direction, and a stream of blue sand gushed out from the mouth of the gourd, densely covering the entire mid-air.

In this ink-black void, these blue sand grains are like bright stars, making this lifeless void beautiful.

The speed at which these blue sand grains flew away was not fast, but with the slow movement, the distance of dozens of zhang was only a few breaths.

The gray-white eyes of the corpse watched the overwhelming grains of sand fly, and a trace of doubt seemed to flash in the dead fish's eyes, but then he opened his mouth, and a majestic blood gas burst out, and a trace of crimson spiritual light flashed around his mouth. ...,

These crimson spiritual lights converged little by little, and after a while, a blood-colored ball of light was formed, and the corpse's festering right arm flickered, and then stretched out the terrifying five fingers, and suddenly grabbed the blood-colored ball of light in front of his mouth.

Immediately, his head was raised, and he suddenly let out a low shout, and his right arm suddenly rounded, and the blood-colored ball of light was like a blood-colored meteor across the black sky, and it passed through countless blue sand grains, heading straight for the ancient treasure gourd.

"Humph!"

Witnessing this scene, Cheng Qian snorted coldly, and the mana in his body suddenly urged, and the dense blue sand particles in the sky suddenly rose sharply, and tens of thousands of blue sand particles instantly turned into a shocking giant wall and blocked in the air.

Bang!

A low, muffled sound sounded, and the blood-colored meteor immediately slammed into the wall of blue light, which seemed to be so solid that it didn't even tremble at all.

"Hey, it's interesting!" Seeing this, the corners of the corpse's mouth curled, and the festering right arm shook violently, and the death qi in his body suddenly urged, and the blood-colored ball of light exploded, and a fishy smell instantly diffused out.

"Filth!" Cheng Qian's pupils shrank and shouted in a lost voice.

I saw that after the blood-colored ball of light exploded, a layer of blood-colored slime with a fishy smell suddenly spread out on the wall, eroding these sand particles little by little.

"Hey!"

Cheng Qian's face sank, he suddenly stretched out his hands and slammed them together in front of his chest, and tens of thousands of sand particles instantly converged towards the filthy qi, densely forming a brilliant blue giant ball.

The whole body size of this ball is dozens of zhang, like a blue bright moon, exuding an invisible aura.

"Boom!"

I only heard Cheng Qian's loud shout, and the thunderclap was loud, and the blue-white thunder and lightning suddenly exploded in the void, only to see that the entire sky was wrapped in electric arcs, countless electric arcs wandered in the void, and the filthy qi collapsed in an instant.

The explosive power of a grain of sand is negligible, but the power of tens of thousands of sand grains exploding, when stacked, the power can be calculated by dozens of times, and the power of this explosion is as if it is about to tear the void, and it is violently twisted.

"What kind of treasure is this~!" Seeing this, the corpse was stunned suddenly, a little dumbfounded, and immediately let out a low roar when his brows moved.

And with a shake of the body, the corpse's figure disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Qian's face changed slightly, and he looked around, but there was no trace of it.

"Hmph!" Cheng Qian snorted coldly, his eyebrows were blue, and he immediately found a trace of something strange in the emerging void with a turn of his head.

The corners of Cheng Qian's mouth bent, his sleeve robe flicked suddenly, and countless fierce cyan sword qi shot out, and the surface was covered with a layer of swirling arcs.

"Huh!"

A strange surprise suddenly erupted from the nearby void, and the corpse's form suddenly appeared, and with a shake of its right arm, it saw that the festering carrion on it gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly turned into an extremely neat cyan arm, without any wounds.

At the same time, the corpse's hands suddenly moved, and countless emerald claw shadows let out a popping sound and shrouded down in front of him.

"This body is what you are!" Cheng Qian looked at the corpse coldly, and there was no trace of surprise on his face, as if he had expected this matter.

Bang!

As soon as Cheng Qian's words fell, those cyan sword qi with a bright thunder light instantly met those cyan claw shadows, and suddenly let out a series of cracking sounds.

As soon as the two made a slight contact, the green claw tore through those sword qi lightly, and was not afraid of those cyan thunderbolts at all.

On the other side, hundreds of green thunderbolts gradually disappeared at the same time as those golden arcs, and finally fought evenly between them.

At this moment, Cheng Qian's face was gloomy, and he didn't know how to deal with this thing at all, for the magic power of this strange corpse, Cheng Qian hadn't tried its depth yet. ...,

"Hehe, although your magic power is good, if you have this strength, it will really not be fun!" At this moment, the whole body of the corpse has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the festering carrion has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a green body, and the surface is even more ghostly, giving people the feeling of coming back to life.

As soon as he heard his words, his green arm shook a little in front of him, and the dead air that was wandering around suddenly gathered and instantly condensed into a black spear.

Sou!

With a sharp sound of breaking through the air, the spear stabbed straight at Cheng Qian, and on the way to fly, a swirling black arc suddenly burst out on the surface, looking extremely powerful.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Qian's face sank, and under the shaking of his robe, he suddenly burst into flames, and a mouthful of flame light blades emerged, and the surface was covered with a layer of flame thunder, and there were dozens of mouthfuls under a careful count.

"Go!"

Cheng Qian slowly raised his right hand and rushed forward, these flame light blades trembled violently, and immediately turned into dozens of streamers mixed with the sound of thunderbolts, and shot away fiercely.

Bang!

The flame blade met the black spear in an instant, and the black and red aura intertwined, and the two arcs struck each other, making bursting sounds.

The flame light blade that Cheng Qian cast burst lightly as soon as it touched the black spear, turning into an endless ball of flames covering the entire black spear, and there were lines of flame thunder swimming on the surface, and the black arc was stimulated by this flame thunder, and immediately burst out, instantly shattering the inches of these flame thunder.

Although Yan Thunder also belongs to thunder and lightning, compared to the Yin Thunder condensed by the Dead Qi, it is not a level at all, and the only one who can restrain the Yin Evil is the Zhimu God Thunder.

Therefore, after only a few blows, those flame thunders disappeared without a trace in an instant, on the other hand, although the black spear was a little dimmer in death, it did not look like it had fallen at all, and it shot towards Cheng Qian without losing momentum.

"This kind of strength is almost comparable to that of a late infant monk!" Seeing this, Cheng Qian's pupils shrank and he shouted, and at the same time, with a shake of his right hand, a broken sword emerged, and exuded a mysterious coercion.

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