Click, click, sound. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 These flying knives that Lu Xiaotian had spent a lot of effort refining shattered one after another like porcelain, and the thunder tribulation came too quickly, and even the Water Heart Stone Ground Evil Knife Array he had arranged didn't even have much time to react.

The thunderbolts that followed closely behind took advantage of the short time to break through the formations and fall one after another, making it almost difficult for people to react.

Lu Xiaotian brushed the ground and pulled out the earth-splitting knife, and several sharp sword qi slashed out through the air, splitting up to the thunder that fell overhead.

There was a rolling explosion in the air, and the sword qi collided with the rolling thunder, but the speed of the thunderstorm was too fast after all, and even Lu Xiaotian couldn't defeat it for a while.

Boom......

Lu Xiaotian raised his hand with a punch, and the strong fist power once again dispersed the two tribulation thunders, but his chest and thighs were still hit by the remaining two tribulation thunderbolts. Ordinary ninth-layer cultivators who built the foundation were not injured lightly in the face of such lightning strikes, Lu Xiaotian was struck by two tribulation lightning bolts, and his body was suddenly hit hard, and he was thrown up from the ground, and the powerful power of thunder and lightning acted on his body through the fire Jiao scale armor. Lu Xiaotian's whole body was twitching.

Then the remaining two lightning bolts struck, and Lu Xiaotian's body kept rolling on the ground, leaving traces of blood where he turned over.

There was a thundercloud in the sky, and there was a thunderbolt of lightning, and once again a huge scattered electricity the size of a bucket fell. Wave after wave.

At this time, Lu Xiaotian's state looked extremely embarrassed, but those scattered flying knives were focused again, and they put on a relatively less rigorous formation than before, facing the air. This is the benefit of Lu Xiaotian's cultivation of this set of sword arrays, the Water Heart Stone Earth Demon Knife Array, even if half of the magic weapon is damaged, the remaining flying knives can still form a small Earth Demon Array. The power is naturally a gap compared to the full set of seventy-two flying knives, but at this time, it can win a certain amount of time for Lu Xiaotian. Since God doesn't give him time to reply, he can only rely on himself.

Lu Xiaotian took the Huitian Pill again, and at the same time held the Earth Splitting Knife and slashed out one after another, using his divine sense to control the Small Earth Demon Knife Formation to resist the Thunder Tribulation, and then used the sword to break some of it. After the previous two waves of lightning strikes, Lu Xiaotian also had some experience at this time. By using magic weapons to match formations and alternating with each other, he can gain more time.

Although he was struck by lightning several times in succession just now, his body was traumatized at the same time. But the power of thunder and lightning seems to have also baptized the mana in the body, and the mana that has experienced the baptism of the power of thunder and lightning is more refined and condensed, and the primordial spirit has become more powerful after experiencing the paralysis of thunder and lightning, and the gratitude for the surroundings has become unprecedentedly clear.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, it seems that all the thunderstorms are blocked, and it may not be a good thing entirely, how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? It's just that the lethality of the thunderstorms is also very terrifying, as soon as it exceeds the load of the body, it will be like Zhou Xiaocui and other monks who failed to cross the tribulation, the form and spirit are all destroyed, and the Yuan Shen has no chance to escape at all in this kind of thunder and lightning dense place.

In fact, when Lu Xiaotian looked up at the thunderclouds in the sky, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, I'm afraid that he didn't have to deliberately release the thunder to come down, and it was really uncertain whether he could finally survive it.

Lu Xiaotian has had an unyielding heart since he was a child, and if he gave in so easily, he wouldn't be able to get to where he is today. Looking at the still powerful thunderclouds in the sky, Lu Xiaotian's eyes were unprecedentedly firm, the sky does not save everyone. He has been able to get to where he is today, although he is also lucky, but it is more because of his own efforts. The same is true of the thunder tribulation in front of you, when there is no way out, you have to go out of the way.

"Small Earth Formation, Strike!" Lu Xiaotian held his hands upward, the handle of the thirty-six flying knives was downward, the tip of the knife was upward, and a bright knife light was so bright that people could hardly open their eyes, exuding bursts of soft groans, facing the thunder falling in the sky, going upstream!

There were explosions in the air one after another, and from time to time, other thunderbolts fell from the gap between the flying knives, some of which were scattered by Lu Xiaotian with a ground-splitting knife, and some of which hit Lu Xiaotian's body.

One after the other, lightning and thunder roared. At this time, the monks on several nearby hills were still a little gloating, but the sound of explosion and thunder made these monks only look in this direction from afar, and there was only a look of horror on their faces, and the movement here made them feel that several monks were crossing the tribulation, and the thunder tribulation that should have ended a long time ago seemed to have no end in sight at this time. Under such a fierce lightning strike, could there still be a foundation building monk who survived it? They were all monks at the peak of foundation building, and many monks even watched other monks cross the catastrophe. But I've never seen anything so amazing in front of me.

At this time, Lu Xiaotian was indeed extremely embarrassed.

The remaining small Earth Demon Sword Array was also destroyed by the thunderstorm, which was the Fire Jiao Scale Armor, and under a large number of lightning strikes, a few scales were also shot down, and the defense was not damaged a lot. But the thunderclouds in the sky still weighed down people's hearts.

Lu Xiaotian's body was hit in the chest again by the thick thunderbolt, and the whole person was paralyzed and was knocked away again.

"Seven Star Sword Formation!" Lu Xiaotian vomited blood while his eyes stubbornly looked at the suppressed thunderclouds. At this moment, Lu Xiaotian's eyes were sharper than the sword qi of the Earth Splitting Knife.

The thick thunder and lightning illuminated the mountain where Lu Xiaotian was, in stark contrast to the oppressive thunderclouds and the black pressure around them, and those Zhuji monks who watched from a distance could only see the stubborn and arrogant resistance of a thin figure in the wild dance of the electric snake. It seemed that it could be annihilated in the furious thunder and lightning at any moment. Even if these people look at it for a little longer, they will be dazzled by the realm formed by the thunder and lightning, and at this time, all that is left in these people's hearts is fear, who else can survive in such a powerful thunder and lightning realm?

For a short time, even these monks who watched the thunder tribulation from afar felt as if a few years had passed.

Even when the lightning that almost lit up the central area dissipated, these people were still immersed in the shock of the unprecedented thunderstorm.

At this time, on the top of the small hill where Lu Xiaotian was, it was no longer possible to see things clearly with the naked eye, and there was only a large amount of dust that had turned into powder around him, as well as sporadic beating electric light.

A clear whistle sounded from the obscured area, and the smoke and electric light all shook away, revealing only a young man with tattered clothes, scales and armor falling off, skin and flesh, and blood stains all over his body. But the young man's silver hair was flying, and the golden knife with a broken handle in his hand was pointing straight to the sky.

The sound of the clear whistle shook the four fields, and it was a complete catharsis of an unwilling, unwilling, and unyielding will.