The blue-purple brilliance burst out from the tip of the halberd, but it was divided into two strands, like two cyan dragons swallowing thunder and lightning, one left and one right, cutting and twisting towards Zhou Buchen!

Any Dejima disciple of Vientiane Thunder Island has potential qualifications that are not inferior to the top five of the Middle Earth Blue Immortal List.

As the seventh young monarch of Vientiane Thunder Island, Lei Ji's strength and qualifications are even superior, far from being comparable to those of the other five accompanying disciples.

As soon as the mana halberd appeared, almost everyone present only felt that their pores were shrinking and their scalps were numb, as if an ancient beast that had been sleeping for a long time had just crawled out of the ground, opening its teeth and roaring, shaking people's hearts.

Bang!

The speed of the mana halberd was so fast, and the fierceness of Liliang actually shattered two waves of strange thunder on the shallow shore of the void halfway.

When the mana halberd appeared on Zhou Buchen's waist, Zhou Buchen had not yet returned to his senses.

A sarcastic smile appeared on Lei Ji's chubby face, waiting to watch the bald monk fall apart under his hands.

Bang!

The mana halberd threw out two frogs and slapped Zhong Zhou Buchen's waist fiercely.

The corners of Lu Daoran's eyes shrank, and the brows of the monks of the empty temple were tightly locked, and their faces were urgent, and the secret path was terrible. The young monarch of Vientiane Thunder Island was too ruthless and tricky, the momentum was heavy, and the mana was strong, and he blocked all possible escape routes for Zhou Buchen.

The flesh is as tough as Lu Daoran, and when he sees the thunder halberd, he can't help but stand on his hairs, and with his physical cultivation in the face of this pair of halberds, I am afraid that he will not escape the end of breaking his waist and bones.

As expected, Zhou Buchen flew out without any suspense, shattering pieces of void. Slammed into the distant bone abyss, and there was no sound.

Zhou Buchen is dead!

The disciples of Vientiane Thunder Island, Lu Daoran, and the monks of the Empty Temple had the same idea in their hearts.

The disciples of Vientiane Thunder Island were naturally overjoyed, while Lu Daoran and the monks of the Empty Temple were gloomy in their hearts, and subconsciously looked at Luo Chuan, but they were all stunned.

saw that Luo Chuan was indifferent, neither sad nor angry.

Just when Lu Daoran and the monks of the empty temple were puzzled, with the death of Zhou Buchen, the battle situation changed abruptly.

Lei Ji shot without warning and resolved the crisis of Xuan Lingdu.

Xuan Lingdu had been chased and beaten by Zhou Buchen and Ning Tianxing before, and he was as embarrassed as a dog. At this point, the situation is reversed. He would not give up easily.

"Death!"

Xuan Lingdu's eyes were red, and he gasped and stared at Ning Tianxing not far away, and without hesitation, he released all his life vitality to increase his mana, and the body protection magic cover burned higher and higher under the urging of anger.

"Die!"

Xuan Lingdu's mana was finally brewing to its peak. Crazy on the face. The body shook. Wrapped in the momentum of the ancient evil dragon, he rushed out, and half of the bone abyss seemed to start shaking with his outburst.

Ning Tianxing's face was expressionless, with cold eyes and cold eyebrows. Holding a long knife like a shadow, he looked at Xuan Lingdu lightly.

Luo Chuan was still indifferent, without the slightest intention of helping.

Shaojun Thunder Halberd also stopped the offensive and stopped and stood not far away, his eyes flashing with a cruel light.

Xuan Lingdu's blow is a force to reduce the ten will of the tactics, to win a small force with a strong force, is the first royal road between heaven and earth, Xuan Lingdu is better than the opponent in terms of mana cultivation or Taoism, at this time it is appropriate to use.

Facing the menacing and murderous Vientiane Thunder Island monk, Ning Tianxing's face was calm, and the Yin Desolate Divine Knife was raised, pointing directly at the opponent's chest, as if he had given up his defense and gambled like attacking instead of defending.

Just when Xuan Lingdu was still ten steps away from Ning Tianxing, a strange feeling rose from Lei Ji's heart. He was just about to ponder where this slightest bit of wrongness came from, when a low cough came from not far away.

The low cough sounded like a voice from outside the sky, sounding without warning, echoing in Lei Ji's heart, shaking his thoughts.

Lei Ji was startled, turned his head, and saw Luo Chuan.

He lost his mind, but he missed the black shadow that quietly emerged from behind Xuan Lingdu.

By the time Shaojun Lei Halberd came back to his senses, the black shadow had already been pasted on Xuan Lingdu.

"Be careful!" shouted Thunder in panic.

His voice was quickly drowned out by a sneer.

When Xuan Lingdu was still seven steps away from Ning Tianxing, the bald monk who had finished his body appeared behind him, raising his eyebrows, sneering, and arrogant.

Opposite him, a long-lost smile appeared on Ning Tianxing's gloomy face.

Not far away, the corners of Luo Chuan's mouth raised and he also laughed.

Boom!

The palms that had been tempered into immortal spirit jade muscles and ethereal dao bones stretched out and pressed Xuan Lingdu's temples.

At the same time, Ning Tianxing on the opposite side also smoothly launched the Yin Desolate Divine Sword.

Poof!

Blood soars high!

Xuan Lingdu's head was pulled up by Zhou Buchen's neck, and his chest cavity was also split open by Ning Tianxing's knife, piercing his heart and grinding the true baby.

The bodies of the overseas disciples who came from afar were separated, and they fell into the bone abyss, and a crisp and distant echo sounded, which was also the swan song of Xuan Lingdu Zuihou.

Silent, silent, silent.

Lu Daoran and the empty temple monk looked at Zhou Ning and the others, and then looked at Luo Chuan, with mixed feelings.

The remaining overseas disciples collectively lost their minds and were unable to recover for a long time.

In the middle of the night, Dong Jiu and the other four disciples raised their heads in unison, staring at Shaojun Lei Ji silently, with a hint of doubt in their eyes.

As disciples of Vientiane Thunder Island, they can accept defeat and dare to face life and death, but they can't tolerate being defeated and killed by the infamous Middle-earth monks, and they are killed in such an extremely aggrieved way.

The divine wisdom is annihilated, the spirit is no more, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

Under the suspicious gazes of all the juniors and disciples, Lei Ji laughed, his laughter was unusually sharp, like a baby-faced night owl in the ancient jungle at the end of the East China Sea.

"Monk of Middle-earth...... Is this what you are giving you...... Good, good, good...... Kill not one of them!"

The Shaojun Thunder Halberd roared angrily, humming, and the life vitality burned wildly, gathering into a body protection magic cover, which also stimulated his mana to the peak.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The disciples of Vientiane Thunder Island's eyes were red and murderous, and they released their vitality magic covers one after another.

is at the right time. There was one more person in front of the Shaojun Thunder Halberd.

That person appeared without warning, his Taoism was as high and profound as the Shaojun Thunder Halberd, and there was no fluctuation in the heart lake, and there was no sense.

Looking at Luo Chuan, who was suddenly standing in front of him, Lei Ji's heart fluttered for no reason.

"This is not going to fight? The young gentleman overseas must also have some ability. Why don't we play with both hands?"

As Luo Chuan spoke, his hand was stretched out.

His shot didn't seem to be fast, and everyone could catch the change in route, like an undisguised picture, clearly presented in front of everyone's eyes.

He's finally shot!

Lu Daoran and the empty temple monk's eyes lit up. Attentively watched.

Ning Tianxing was thoughtful. Zhou Buchen smiled faintly.

The overseas disciples looked at Luo Chuan's strange palm, and they all had an indescribable uncomfortable feeling in their hearts.

This palm is clearly very slow, so slow that everyone can clearly see the whole process, but it feels like the shadow left by Feihong in the rivers and lakes. After a palm. The trail is gone.

It's like there's only the beginning. A palm with no end!

Lei Ji's eyes changed from stunned to severe, and then became solemn, as if facing a great enemy.

Faced with this unprecedented blow. Lei Ji was unprecedentedly solemn, quickly pinched the seal method in his hand, chanted words, and opened his mouth to shout.

Criss-cross mana streamers erupted from his palms, and each cross mana streamer swirled, cutting through the void and casting mana power. Thousands of cross mana streamers gathered together, and it was like tens of millions of stars in the endless night sky, full of mutually exclusive and mutually repulsive mysteries, stirring into a bottomless black vortex, overwhelmingly pressing towards Luo Chuan.

In the face of the extremely high-grade overseas method, Luo Chuan did not change his palm, still did not hurry or slow, and slapped it calmly.

Sou!

Luo Chuan's mana palm disappeared into the black starlight vortex, as if it had been absorbed and dissolved by thousands of cross streamers.

Lei Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, staring at Luo Chuan, who was about to be submerged by the black whirlpool, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a victor's smile.

However, in just one breath, Luo Chuan's mana palm reappeared, appearing on the back of the black vortex.

Lei Ji's pupils shrank sharply, and his mind went blank as he looked at the strange scene in front of him.

The four-grade talent method that he was proud of, the Ten Thousand Stars Qiankun Technique, was actually pierced by the Middle-earth monk opposite!

The person was obviously still in front of the black whirlpool, but the palm of his hand had already crossed behind the whirlpool.

Without waiting for Lei Ji to sort out his thoughts, Luo Chuan's palm rushed to his face and slapped heavily on Lei Ji's face.

Boom!

There was an extra purple handprint on the left side of Lei Ji's face, and half of the fat flesh on his face was shrunk, and his body was thrown out in a pan.

Plop to the ground!

Lei Ji shook and stood up, and saw an afterimage flash in front of him, Luo Chuan had arrived.

Lei Ji showed madness, roared lowly, and pounced on Luo Chuan with his body protection magic cover.

In an instant, the two were entangled together, mana to protect the body, flesh to fight flesh, hard work!

Call!

Above the bone abyss, a void hurricane blew, as if the black dragon was absorbing water, and it actually extended from the bone abyss to the sky and clouds, and there was no end in sight.

The two figures could not be seen in the void hurricane, and they could only judge the fierceness of the battle between the two from the thunderous crash.

"He is worthy of being a genius among overseas monks, and he can fight with Luo Chuan. Lu Daoran sighed.

"Most of the monks in overseas places are single-lineage, and there are few disciples. There are only the Four Elephant Immortal Realm, and the two holy families, which exist in the situation of sects and families. can be the young monarch of Vientiane Thunder Island, even if he is not ranked high, his talent is enough to be proud of Middle-earth. Zhou Buchen said lightly, after separating from Luo Chuan in Tianqijing that year, Zhou Buchen went overseas for training.

"A seventh-ranked young monarch has such a ability. What kind of existence are the four young monarchs and the two holy masters?"

In the sky above Guyuan, Zhou Buchen, Ning Tianxing, Lu Daoran, and the monks of the empty temple, four Middle-earth monks who had experienced many hardships and obstacles and had obtained a rare great opportunity, stared at the void hurricane not far away, each with their own concerns.

Boom!

A heavy blow sounded from the twisted void hurricane, and a chubby figure flew out upside down with a gray face, falling heavily to the ground, the body protector was broken, and the sternum was shattered.

"Luo lost ......" Lei Ji spat blood, propped up his body with a disgraced face, and stretched out his arm tremblingly.

"Do you dare to call me Luo loss?"

A figure flashed, and Luo Chuan appeared in front of Lei Ji, staring at the fat man at his feet unkindly. (To be continued......)