Chapter 569： Half-step man, who won

"Song Beishan, my Master is working hard for your Song family, but he is working hard!"

"If the Master is falling today, I will definitely want your Song family and Lu family to look good! A little breaking things have led to a battle between the two masters, forcing Lei Shi to forcefully perform the immortal practice!"

A disciple of Tian Shizong looked at Song Beishan with resentment and shouted, tears were already rolling down.

"The power of the laws of heaven and earth that can only be exerted by the realm of fairyland! It turns out that this is Zhang Qianlei's real hole card!"

Countless people who practiced Falun Gong shook their eyes and sighed.

Even the Red Boat Master, Mao Shan Yang Guochang, and the Snake and Witch Master who stood on the side of Jiang Tian all showed respect.

This is not to say that he does not support Jiang Tian.

But as sorcerers, they knew how difficult and terrible it was.

Lightning and lightning are the wildest and most unstable energy in nature, and their trajectories and shapes are constantly changing and elusive.

If you want to control by manpower, even if you have modern equipment, it will be difficult to get to the sky. This is its rule.

However, Zhang Qianlei can be called astonishingly brilliant, and the old man is very spicy. He uses the law of his own to forcibly consolidate the stable shape and intertwine the chain and the power grid.

Where is this human being, that is the real fairy, it is like a myth!

"Victory is here!"

Whether it is the Tianmeng people, or Lu Zhenguo Song Beishan Song Shuangyan and others.

At this moment, a heart beat into his throat, his face shocked and shocked.

The chain of avenues intertwined by nine heavenly gods and thunders is so clear that the sun and the moon are so dull and somber that even the people in Yanjing can see it with their own eyes.

These spectacular scenes, these mighty powers of heaven and earth, where is the magic? It is clear that the gods are casting spells, even more terrible than Thor's hammer!

"Zhang Qianlei, you are indeed a stunning and brilliant person, and you can understand your own avenue and control the Shenlei so delicately! If I met you on this minefield network six months ago, you still need to avoid three points. Do your best. "

On the view of Yunfeng Peak, Jiang Tian had his hands on his shoulders, and looked at the thunder net that fell from the sky in a calm expression.

"But now I, Geng Jin's deity has been completed. It can be said that nothing except the nuclear weapons and intercontinental missiles can hurt me in this world. Moreover, the metal system is inherently solid and dense, and it is the least feared. It's a lightning attack! "

"Okay! It's time to end!"

The next moment, Jiang Tian drank aloud, slamming his right foot, and the ground trembled violently. With the help of surging backlash, he was like a dragon, rising slowly.

The right hand scratched, like a dragon claw, and grabbed at the thunderous light.

"Jiang Taichu, are you trying to die? You will be smashed by electricity! Idiot, but can't you run?"

Zhang Qianlei frowned and drank with a look of anxiety in his eyes, his chest was full, and his heart was full of regret.

"He's dead! He's finally dead!"

On Haiyu Mountain, Song Shuangyan and two other Song Lus were cursing with teeth.

"Destined! Who can resist this kind of avenue thunder net?"

Others are gloating, it seems that Jiang Tian is already a dead person.

The network of thunder and lightning, once cast, is as spiritual.

Like the lifted fishing net, it suddenly shrank and condensed into a shining thunder ball. With only one effort in one breath, Jiang Tian was completely covered.

The white light was so bright that nothing could be seen.

"Okay! Good! Good! Jiang Taichu, this evil thief, has finally died!"

Lu Zhenguo laughed, it was difficult to hide the sadness in his heart, and sighed to the sky, saying, "Li Xuan, my poor great-grandson, I have finally avenged you!"

"What? The leader is dead!"

"Master Jiang!"

The Tianmeng crowd, the Huaxia Dragon Formation, Ye Zhantian and others all exclaimed, their eyes were full of unwillingness and disbelief.

This is the nine-day God Thunder with the power of laws, far surpassing the electromagnetic gun, comparable to the power of nuclear.

I am afraid that even an aircraft carrier can be crushed!

No matter how strong Jiang Tian is, he is just a physical child.

"If you say you won't be allowed to fight, you must fight! Now that your loved ones are hurting your enemies!"

Cao Yong laughed a bitterly, but in the clear eyes, the tears had shed.

"Master! What's the point of my being alive without you? Who does Tan Jun support?"

Li Jinzhu shook her body and fell to the ground, tears like rain.

"The Tianmeng Xingzhou Chinese sub-rudder will continue to die with the Song family and Lu family in the future!"

It can be said that the red ship mage who is a monk can not maintain his manners, looks at Song Beishan and others with a grimace, and clenches his teeth.

"Well, if he waits another ten years, he may not be able to dominate Zhang Qianlei!"

Venus's cheek-like face revealed a trace of regret, and he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

Many strong men have the same mood.

In recent years, Jiang Taichu has made great strides and pushed east and southeast Asia in an invincible manner. When he ended this way, it was really sad.

"Let's go!"

auzw.com The snake-witch master, with a pale complexion, patted the giant snake under his foot, and was about to leave.

"He, he is so powerful, like a fairy, how could he die?"

Han Qingli and Xia Lin both sighed deeply, there were glittering tears in the beautiful eyes.

"Win. We win!"

Countless children of the Song family and Lu family shouted their arms and shouted with elation, and they were all celebrated as if they had won a prize.

This is indeed worthy of celebration. The Bai family collapsed, Jiang Taichu fell again tonight, and the six martial arts families of Yanjing had no heads. At this time, Song Lu and the two powerful rises.

The two Song Lus spent a lot of money to gather strangers and strangers. They can boldly predict that in less than three years, they can trample on Yanjing and dominate China.

"Oh, Jiang Tian, ​​you're finally done !!"

Song Shuang Yan Zhan Yan smiled, restored his glory, and was proud of himself:

"Even if you are a reincarnation of the old demon, even if you have good fortune, even if you are amazing, but you are still defeated! You still have not challenged the strength of the Song family! This is an unchangeable fact! Your origin is too poor to change Destiny, you deserve it! "

"Zhang Tianshi, please wait for me!"

"Zhang Tianshi, defeating Jiang Taichu is tantamount to dominating the martial arts and the arts. It is gratifying, congratulating!"

"From now on, you will be the supreme arbiter of the Huaxia practice and the patron saint of our Song family! We will always be loyal and dedicated!"

On Guan Yunfeng, several disciples of the Song family who had not run away flew in front of Zhang Qianlei, worshipped and worshipped, and the rhetoric was surging.

"Greeting and congratulating your mother! Fuck your mother! Get out!"

Although she won, Zhang Qianlei was full of anger and yelled, kicking and kicking at a child.

The disciple flew ten meters away, was kicked with a broken bone, his mouth sprayed with blood, and his legs stretched out. He died instantly.

Everyone was confused and appalled, wondering why Zhang Qianlei's fury broke out.

"Zhang Qianlei, what are you sad about? I'm just warming in your thunder for a while!"

Just at this moment.

It was still shining in the bright, dazzling thunderball, and suddenly a laugh came from Jiang Tian.

The crowd looked in horror, and saw a pair of golden glittering palms poking out from the thunder ball!

Then, under the unbelievable and horrifying gaze of the crowd, both hands grasped the edge of the thunder ball, tearing it like a piece of paper.

Hey!

The ten-degree high-temperature, extremely condensed thunder ball was torn open by Jiang Tian.

"Your kid is not dead!"

Subsequently, Zhang Qianlei exclaimed with surprise and shock.

Jiang Tian stepped from the thunder ball, turned slightly, and danced with both hands, as if collecting a fishing net, pulling the thunder ball in his hand.

The thunder ball is extremely compressed in Jiang Tian's hands. It is as big as a basketball and the light is extremely bright. It will illuminate the dim hilltop into daylight that is more daylight than daylight.

Within a few kilometers of the surrounding area, dead branches and leaves, ugly rocks, and dirty snow were covered with a dazzling halo, and they lost their original appearance and became extremely holy.

Jiang Tian controls the Thunder Ball of Law, as if a sun rises in the night.

"what--!"

Several secular people covered their eyes instantly and screamed and fell to the ground.

Their eyes had been burned, and their capillaries burst, revealing blood splatter.

Even the warriors who turned into the realm or the warriors who passed through Xuanxuan could not bear this terrible light, and quickly turned back and closed their eyes.

Through the eyelids, a pale red blood can still feel the energy of the extreme flame.

Everyone who closed their eyes, first heard a complicated roar like a cry of ten thousand ghosts, and that sound made the eardrum tremble with the internal organs, so that there was no vomiting blood.

Then, there was a sound that sounded like a thunderous thunder, followed by the sound of countless heavy objects collapsing and falling to the ground, like the earth was beating again and again like a drum skin, and the severe earthquake trembled. .

This tremor lasted for a few minutes before gradually weakening and eventually disappeared.

The people watching the battle also felt that the dazzling light of lightning seemed to disappear, and slowly opened their eyes to see the shocking scene.

The hundred-meter-high mountains and rocks on the top of Guan Yunfeng were completely cut off, and it was a mess.

It's as if the ancient **** waved a giant axe and cut it, making Guanyun Peak almost level with the second peak.

There was so much smoke and chaos in that area that nothing could be seen clearly.

And the remaining sparks flickered through the void like thin silver snakes.

"Who won?" Someone confused.

In the end, Jiang Tian tore the thunder ball, compressed as much as possible, and dazzled, everyone closed his eyes.

The battle seemed to last for a few minutes and it burst, but no one could see it.

Everyone was silent, unable to understand the situation.

Suddenly, a figure floated down, faintly can be seen Zhang Qianlei, many people immediately cheered.

"That said, naturally, my master won!"

Many disciples in the Tianhu Sect of Longhu Mountain are bursting with confidence and complacent.

Master's final stage is the real half-step immortal power. Where is Jiang Taichu's opponent?