The shouts on the field were endless, and the eldest grandson Shibo was forced to be divided by the gods, so he had to show his housekeeping skills.

This trick "Thunder Punishment" is pure and powerful, and it reflects the mystery of the thunder law, which is exactly what is said in the book "Tao Fa Hui Yuan": "The Taoist is the most true of the well-informed, and the Dharma is the subtle of change...... The biochemical machine is transported in nature, and it is really the heaven in the body, the emperor in the domination, and the ghost and god in function. The thunderer is the function of the heavens. ”

Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly got up and retreated a few feet away to avoid the impact.

Seeing that the eldest grandson Shibo was surrounded by thunder and lightning, thunder flowers in his palms, and thunder chains on his legs, his spirited body could no longer see his mortal form, like a thunderbolt casting. He hovered in the air, and every palm he made and every move did not touch the ground. Even if he fights on the ground, he is levitated, his feet are only three inches off the ground, and the ground is full of holes from time to time.

The Yellow Emperor Youyun: "The universe cares about the hands, and all the transformations are born in the heart." Those who know this way, I am a big world, and a small self in heaven and earth. ”

The eldest grandson Shibo's thunder law has reached this point, flying lightning, fists and feet at the same time, falling and thundering mining, ignoring a qiē obstacle, ignoring a qiē obstruction. made Wanqing powerless, and several thunderbolts in her body staggered back.

Loat Yana, Shen Yuniang and the others couldn't bear to watch, twisted their heads to one side, closed their eyes and listened.

The thunder and snow on the field were sonorous, and I saw a scene of lightning flashing, booming and rumbling, and the ears were endless. The eldest grandson, Shibo, flew with a crane and a red face, like a sword, or riding a dragon, like a dancing halberd, or riding a lion. Loud and angry.

"With my true qi, I will be in harmony with the creation of heaven and earth. ("Tao Fa Hui Yuan")

I saw the dragon-shaped thunder smashing the sky, and that Wanqing hurriedly recalled the red umbrella and flew to his side, making it a cover for the sky, but he heard a loud bang, and after the smoke dissipated, the ground was sunk more than a foot deep, and there were several circles around it.

The bright red tulle umbrella was still bright and ruddy, but the light and lightning under the umbrella could not bear the huge impact, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and her body could only barely hold the ground with a knife, using it as a support, and staggered to stand.

Shang Yu was furious, and muttered: "Old man, do you want to take revenge?" Everyone pointed the finger at Shang Yu, and scolded and planted him, which was nothing more than scolding him for being a spy and an adulterer with the enemy wolf. Loat Yana persuaded a few words with good words, although the patriarch temporarily led the gods and his position was unshakable, but he was still leaderless, and he would still provoke everyone's refutation. They had no choice but to pray for Wanqing.

Wanqing glanced at everyone coldly, took a few deep breaths, and swiped the Tang knife in her hand lightly, and a cold murderous aura swept around, making the scene silent.

"Snow burial...... Natsuki ......"

The voice was soft, but everyone could hear it clearly, and the sound was interrupted, but everyone felt a strong and cold murderous aura.

With a slight wave of the white blade in Wanqing's hand, she prepared for a counterattack. At this moment, everyone seemed to see a dark night, a dark night without a bright moon, but at the same time as Wanqing waved the knife, they found that there was a crescent moon rising behind her.

This is a prelude to their funeral.

The moon seemed to represent every inch of the arc of the Tang knife in her hand, it seemed to represent the danger of the white blade cutting her wrists and throat at any time, and it seemed to represent a kind of silent killing technique.

Scenes of creepy moves are short-lived in the snowflakes, every bloom must see blood, every time it disappears, no one can capture Wanqing's figure, even if the bright red dress is extremely bright in the snow, no one can capture her movements.

Seeing that the wound she was slashed by was first splashed with blood, and then he felt an unbearable cold current all over his body, he hurriedly ran the "Six Qi Rotation" to heal himself and remove the cold poison in his body. If it is sloppy, the blood true qi will be frozen by it, and there is a danger of crushing to death, once it is crushed, the bones will be gone, and it will disappear with the melting of snowflakes.

The red umbrella floating in the sky is endlessly sprinkled in the weather, and it seems that with her, there will always be Wanqing in control of the sky.

The eldest grandson Shibo's movements were obviously stiff, but Wanqing was becoming more and more flexible, as if looking forward to the arrival of the winter snow. The eldest grandson Shibo was helpless, and chose to fight hard, which is one of the five thunder fighting techniques, "no thunder", the thunder that leads down is like an iron tree blooming, the branches are dense, and the roots are like the edge of iron thorns.

"The three talents of the Tao are one ear. ”

This move is full of mountains and seas, everyone thought that Wanqing would definitely die, but who knew that Wanqing galloped with a single knife, unstoppable, and separated it briskly, and the action was as sensitive as a snow fox. I saw that Bai Mang, even the flying snowflakes cut and pierced the heart of the eldest grandson Shibo.

When the eldest grandson Shibo was shocked, he hurriedly moved to dodge, how did he know that Wanqing was haunted and got up, I don't know when she appeared at her foothold again, it was too late to dodge, and her chest was slashed by her white blade, and suddenly the blood went away, and a large area of cranes was printed.

Although he was unable to stand, he did not dare to panic, and withdrew from the field to sit cross-legged, carefully removing the cold poison in his body. Loat Yana outside the field breathed a sigh of relief, but Wanqing's situation was not ideal, and it was getting worse and worse. Seeing that although she is cold and beautiful, her breathing has been relaxed, her body is trembling in the wind, and the beauty of ice muscles and jade bones is like a red rose after autumn, which is charming and pitiful.

But the clear and clear eyes still burst out with an awe-inspiring murderous aura, like a trance mirror, like hazy smoke and rain, no matter at any time, it is the cold temperament that is like ice and fire and rejects people thousands of miles away. Loat Yana is worried and angry, why is she still so stubborn, she can't be gentle for a moment, maybe there is a glimmer of life, the ten ** in this river and lake are all soft and not hard, why be stubborn?

She urged the girl next to her, Xiangyi, to go to the Blood Altar to see how Xiao Yifeng was progressing, and if she continued like this, Wanqing would only have a dead end.

After losing the two gods and giants in a row, the old man of the cliff and the eldest grandson Shibo, even if they rested for two or three hours, they could not recover, let alone a short moment? Everyone thought that the victory was in their hands, and they argued for a while. Everyone very much hopes that they will play in the third game, as the saying goes, fists and feet have no eyes, so as to kill Wanqing, revenge the sea of blood, and make a contribution to highlight their status in the gods.

The snow has stopped, the autumn wind is getting more and more bleak, Wanqing sits on her knees, puts the red umbrella on her shoulder, and holds the dragon cut in her hand at all times, exposing the white blade, which makes everyone feel a little afraid.

She didn't glance at the Blood Altar, she didn't think it was necessary, and she wasn't in a hurry, all she could think about was how to survive the killings, how to beat them to the ground.

Xiao Yifeng's progress has been completed seventy percent, tired and sweating profusely, with a trace of resentment and anxiety on the corner of his mouth, I don't know if I can hold it before Wanqing can't hold on, I don't know if they will let Wanqing go. Looking at a golden "golden pill" in the formation, she sped up the spell casting, repeatedly urging herself, to be fast, to be fast, to be cautious, and not to make mistakes, otherwise Wanqing's efforts would be in vain.

She anxiously stomped her feet a few times and wiped the sweat on her face, the powder was a little blurry and messy, but her eyes were still wavy, like autumn water, like Xizi who had not yet freshened up after waking up in the morning.