The Storm Lord Sha Fu's right hand was raised high above his head, and the originally clear sky suddenly surged, and the black and oppressive dark clouds were like thousands of black horses rushing wildly, and the thunder suddenly appeared bright and lightning, and the roar was endless.

Ye Zhiqiu, with his keen perception of the current propulsion, sensed that the opponent who was floating in the air was simply a huge electromagnet, frantically absorbing the free electric ions around him, and restraining him to become a part of his own energy.

"It's not scientific at all to change the weather in a local area by oneself! I really can't help but start to wonder if this world is really a world of major matter with highly dense physical rules and extremely strict rules?"

Even so, Ye Zhiqiu was not discouraged, the opponent did not hesitate to put down his body and hold back a big move, he had not experienced it personally, so he couldn't be frightened and run away first!

"Here comes the knife!"

At the sound of an order, the two Damascus scimitars that were originally abandoned by Ye Zhiqiu and lying on the sand of the Colosseum seemed to be held by an invisible big hand, and they were erected straight, and the sharp blades cut into the rammed earth with their own weight, and then they seemed to be pulled by invisible silk threads, flying against the ground, and quickly came to the summoner's hands.

"Electric current push, large lightning rod, come out for me!"

As soon as the words fell, the yellow sand under Ye Zhiqiu's feet seemed to have spirituality, constantly piling up, and quickly rising high, and in the blink of an eye, there were twelve blades, and the top was two staggered Damascus scimitars.

At this moment, the dark clouds that filled the sky, two streams of anion and cation ions were colliding at an extremely fast speed, and the thunder that had been brewing began to fall down, but it was absorbed into the body by the Storm Lord's sand burial traction.

"It's quite interesting! I feel like when I faced the Forty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, life and death were not in my hands. And the Ninth Lord is like the Thunder Priest of the Heavenly Court, slashing the thunder one after another, until the immortals who rebel against the heavens are killed to death. ”

In an instant, Ye Zhiqiu realized that the lightning rod tower he built with electric current would definitely not be able to resist the thunderbolt of the opponent's fate, and it was estimated that he would not even be able to carry the prelude.

"Push the current, open up the phantom pipe for me!"

Blue lightning burst out from Ye Zhiqiu's body, and where it hit, the rammed earth, which had originally become soft, immediately raised the circular pipe for the three of them to pass side by side, and continued to extend forward.

Immediately after, Ye Zhiqiu began to run, with blue electric light emitting from his body, running in the phantom pipe that circled along the Colosseum.

The storm priests watching the battle couldn't understand what the Orientals were doing, and the nobles and clergy in the quadranger's stands thought they were safe, and their courage was commendable, and they didn't want to miss such a grand scene. As for ordinary viewers and spectators, especially gamblers who are pressed with full wealth, they can't stop.

The only people who really knew that danger was coming, and left without giving up everything, were only a few cowards, the people of the Desert Empire, even citizens from other provinces, who had the pride and spirit of a super-empire that spanned three continents.

Perhaps they all held in their hearts: even if I die in the audience, in the Colosseum, and die by the thunder buried by the Storm Lord, I will not turn around and flee.

When Ye Zhiqiu ran wildly in the phantom pipe that surrounded the inner circle of the Colosseum, the fugitive electric ions generated by the forty trillion cells in his body were pushed by the current, thus forming a powerful electromagnetic field, which began to resonate with the thunder in the depths of the sky, unceremoniously showing the ability to compete with the Storm Lord Sand Burial for thunderclouds, the atmosphere became very strange.

The lightning that originally fell on the sand burial body and was absorbed by him was unexpectedly deflected away and fell directly on Ye Zhiqiu's body, and the blue-white figure in the phantom pipe was getting faster and faster, and it was already approaching the speed of sound.

Ye Zhiqiu felt that the ultimate god of war could not be maintained and lifted, his body was slowly collapsing, his clothes had already been torn and turned to ashes, the condition of his back was better, the skin on his chest had been charred into carbon powder, and his joints and bones were making terrible moans.

Perhaps, in the next second, this body of mind wave fusion predation will be shattered into a mass of mortar in the high concentration of electric ions, and it will never be able to see tomorrow's sun again.

At the same time, the "Sand Burial", which was suspended in the air and suspended twenty blades above the ground, found that the super samurai from the east really knew the mystery of thunder and clouds, and was able to create an electromagnetic field by running and snatch control of the thunderclouds in the sky with himself.

This idea is not only the original intention of the Ninth Lord, but even the Storm Priests who secretly manipulate the bloodstone in his body feel an inexplicable crisis.

There is no need for any temptation, no need to worry about the loss of the Colosseum, no need to care about the casualties of the audience at all, as long as you release the Storm Lord's greatest trick in one go, directly destroy the enemy, and win the final victory, anything can be said.

Thinking of this, Sha Fu raised his head, looked at his right hand with five fingers outstretched, clenched his fist fiercely, and blasted his fist down without hesitation.

"Verdict...... Thunderbolt of Fate!"

In an instant, a golden thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the forward was a ball of lightning the size of a four-wheeled carriage, which slammed into the sand of the Colosseum.

Ye Zhiqiu, who was running wildly in the ring pipe, although he did not meet it head-on, was still swept by the aftermath of the surging billions of volts current, and the whole person was like a hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were black, and he almost fell to the ground.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the lightning rod tower formed by the staggered Damascus scimitars, which did not affect the opponent's ultimate move at all, and the aftermath of the ball lightning blew, and the entire electromagnetic condensed sand tower directly evaporated and vaporized, leaving behind a pile of charred black powder and glassy things.

The electromagnetic field that Ye Zhiqiu had painstakingly managed finally played a small role, distributing the power of the Thunder Arrow of Destiny evenly, and channeling some of the current into the depths of the earth, and following the underground undercurrent as a channel, rushing towards the large modulation room in the depths of the nearby Storm Altar.

The "Fifty-One", which was being reconmodated, was promoted to the Storm Lord by simply installing three "Singing Crystals" in his body due to the Storm Priests' Regiment's desertion of duty, and without further surgical operations such as connecting nerves.

The gift that Ye Zhiqiu sent from his hand happened to be used on the body of "Fifty-One", after all, his current body is like an empty reservoir, surging current energy, just like a flash flood in the summer rainy season, as long as the body can withstand it, he can have a reserve of water close to the limit in one go.

Ye Zhiqiu had no psychological burden, but "Fifty-One" was ignorant, and thought that he was routinely charged in the process of remodulation, so he did not hesitate to let go of his mind and accept the current injected from the outside world.

In the blink of an eye, the three "singing crystals", which were originally unremarkable, were continuously injected with electric energy, shining with white electric light, and after an instant, the crystal luminosity became brighter and brighter, even like three small suns.

"It's done!"

Swallowing tens of millions of volts in one go, "Fifty-One" not only spontaneously activated the singing crystal in its body, but also ended the remodulation process extremely smoothly.

However, even so, the current from the outside world was still surging, and his body could not bear it, and the special cells implanted with the electric eel gene swelled up as if inflated, and even if they split temporarily, they could not catch up with the progress.

Ye Zhiqiu was keenly aware of his changes, and couldn't help but laugh in surprise: "Oops! My friend Fifty-One, his body has begun to be energized!"

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