The dark clouds in the sky rolled, the lightning flowed, and suddenly, a big thunderbolt exploded with thunder, and fell with a bang, its speed was so fast, like a meteor, and in the blink of an eye, it reached dozens of feet above Han Cheng's head.

Han Cheng took a deep breath and poured his mana into the Tianshu Sword, and the divine sword roared softly, and immediately the light was great, and it suddenly released a golden light several zhang long, like the sun, and a piece of golden light contained a sharp sword light.

Seeing the thunder rolling and roaring, the Tianshu Sword did not show weakness, counterattacked, turned into a hundred-zhang long golden sword rainbow, and slashed up with a sword without any fancy.

only heard a "boom", and the red thunder was directly smashed by a sword!

The clouds in the sky seemed to be a little annoyed and angry, the first thunder had just been shattered, and the second thunder immediately followed, and the power became more and more powerful.

Han Cheng was not afraid of danger, nor did he use other magic weapons, but just relied on the Tianshu Sword and majestic mana to wrestle with the thunder with a hint of destruction in the domineering manner.

As time passed, the speed of the thunder descended faster and faster, one after another, one after another, and the power became more and more powerful.

Han Cheng commanded the divine sword, or divided or combined, or stabbed or split, the sword light was staggered, its momentum was like a rainbow, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred thunderbolts and thunderbolts that fell were all smashed.

Because of the cultivation of the Five Elements True Qi of the Book of Heshaqi, his mana is strong and pure, far exceeding that of other monks of the same level, so it is not difficult to deal with it.

After the last thunderbolt fell, there was almost no delay, and a flame in the center of the cloud robbery exploded, instantly turning into hundreds of fireballs, and the vultures bombarded down, red and transparent, and the light was shining, and it was about to fall.

Just when the fireballs were still a few feet high from the ground, he suddenly saw a multicolored smoke as thin as a cicada's wings rising above Han Cheng's head, blocking all those fireballs that exuded a scorching aura and holding each other.

Knowing that this fire was a pure Yang to Rigid Qianyuan True Fire, and the mana of the flesh was irresistible, at a critical moment, Han Cheng sacrificed Taiyi Wuyanluo and protected his body.

This treasure is worthy of being the personal treasure of the former Wutai ancestor Taiyi mixed with the patriarch, large square inches, changing at will, light smoke and mist, pinching it up as if there is nothing, unfolding with a snap of fingers, the size of dozens of hundreds of zhang, all involuntarily.

The fireballs that poured down crashed into the multicolored smoke, red and crackling, causing ripples.

The fireballs scattered one after another, and the momentum was extremely violent, and the multicolored smoke was under tremendous pressure, and the thick burning sensation could be felt through the layer of smoke.

At this critical moment, Han Cheng did not dare to have the slightest reservation, and exerted his mana, trying to resist this wave of true fire that was so blazing that it seemed to burn everything.

The number of Qianyuan True Fire is very large, and it is impossible to scatter, every time it hits the colorful smoke, the chest is like a heavy blow, and the mana around the body is pouring out wildly, which barely protects the body and the Yuan Shen from being burned by the real fire.

On the periphery of Xuanyue Peak, Ling Lingzi stood in the void in the air, looking at Han Cheng who was surrounded by calamities and fires at the top of the peak, his heart was both nervous and anxious, his fists were clenched tightly, and even his finger bones became a little pale and he still didn't know it.

"Cheng'er's wave of heavenly tribulation seems to be a little different, looking at the power of this heavenly thunder tribulation is obviously much greater than when I first crossed the immortal tribulation, and I must be under unimaginable pressure in it. Ling Lingzi said in a hoarse voice.

Half of the old nun replied: "If the old man's expectations are not bad, the multicolored Yanlan magic weapon in the hands of Master Han's nephew should be the personal treasure Taiyi Wuyanluo of the Wutai Sect Ancestor Mixed Yuan Patriarch back then.

It is rumored that on the eve of the sword fight between the Mixed Yuan Patriarch and the Emei Palm Sect Qi Shuming, this treasure was accidentally stolen by his gangster Zhu Hong, and since then he has disappeared and fallen silent in the cultivation world, and there is no trace of his whereabouts, and I don't know how he got it.

If that magic weapon is really Taiyi Wuyanluo, Master Han's nephew shouldn't be in much danger, let's take a look. ”

"I hope so!" Ling Lingzi sighed when he heard this, and his eyebrows still couldn't hide his anxiety.

The summit of Gendake Peak.

Those raging and furious, like falling stars and rain, the Qianyuan True Fireballs were like countless golden pills jumping and throwing, flying back and forth above the peak. Where the real fire passed, not only all living beings were destroyed, but even the palace buildings and palaces, rock valley caves and ravines were all turned into ashes, and the brilliance haunted the colorful smoke, and thousands of layers of clouds and clouds were conjured up, full of colors, and there was a great danger in the gorgeousness.

Every time the firelight rose and fell, the colored smoke shook violently, and the firelight became more and more vigorous, chasing it closely. The colored smoke gradually thinned out with the light of the fire, and it was about to turn into a fragment and dissipate with the wind, and the crimson fire finally exhausted its residual power.

Thousands of fires in the air were like oil lamps about to be extinguished, and the lightning and rain disappeared in a flash, and instantly disappeared.

In the smoke, Han Cheng was drenched in sweat, surrounded by colored smoke, and there was no danger.

Just after the fire, before he could breathe for a moment, the wind suddenly rose, and the stones flew into the sand.

The limelight has just arrived, and a green forest next to the place where the fire is flying is just right for the right time, all of them have been destroyed and scattered, like floating sand and thin snow accumulation, and when it encounters the wind, it will become devastated and naturally paralyzed, and the momentum is very terrifying.

Han Cheng stood in the center of Gangfeng, although he had Taiyi Wuyanluo's body, so that he would not be blown by Gangfeng and turn into a physical body, his body was indeed swaying, as if he was going to fly away with the wind, how dare he slack off, he was busy sitting on the ground, agitating Zhenyuan, and his strength was heavy, and his body seemed to be fixed on the ground all of a sudden, and he was firmly combined with Taiyi Wuyanluo.

The raging wind could not shake it. Gangfeng was blocked to no avail, and he roared more and more angrily, surrounding Han Cheng's body, and flew around like a whirlwind. Turning around, it turned into dozens of pillars of wind, and all the gray sand trees within a few miles of the vicinity were sucked up, and the sky roared angrily.

Han Cheng only heard the sound of a mountain collapsing and surging shouts in his ears, and he was in the middle of the wind flow, like a small boat in the sea, swaying east and west, whirling up and down, every pillar of wind hit, it was extremely uncomfortable, and the body seemed to be torn apart, and even the Yuan Shen had a sense of trembling, so he only intended to guard the dantian, strengthen the Dao heart, and persist hard.

In this way, it lasted for about half an hour, and the surrounding Gangfeng pillars scattered and compounded, gathering more and more, the roots were gray, and the wheel was spinning.

Thousands of wind pillars on the ground seemed to be angry and mighty, and at the same time they collided with Han Cheng, as if countless cultivation masters were sending a fierce blow at him at the same time.

Even with Taiyi Wuyanluo as a buffer, Han Cheng was still a little unbearable, "wow" so much that he vomited a mouthful of blood, his mana stagnated, the colored smoke almost collapsed, and his body was even more overturned, and he suffered a lot of injuries all of a sudden.

After the blow, with the sound of the "horn", followed by a continuous sound of boo, all the pillars of wind burst, emitting a very unpleasant and mournful sound, which was deafening. In the end, it all turned into wisps of light smoke and scattered.