Chapter 1691: Rolling on strength

The first thousand six hundred and ninety-one chapters of the pressure on the crush

Whether it is a **** hand, or other monks, I have never seen a golden giant thunder of a dozen feet. This kind of thunder, suddenly makes everyone look horrified.

"After being hit by this thunder, can you still survive?"

"Must die!"

Everyone thought a thousand, between the electric and the flint, the thunder had already banged, and fell on Ning Qi, Ning Qi's hair disappeared at this moment, the skin of his body became dark, a faint scent Passing around, obviously it has already been mastered!

And the place where Ningqi had just squatted, under this thunder, everything turned into a gray fly, and there was a huge pothole!

but……

"He is not dead?"

The **** hand is looking at Ning Qi’s chest is ups and downs, and there is a trace of incredulity in his eyes. When he broke through to the seven lords, he was thundered, but he was only three or five feet thick. Robbery is several times thicker than his, so the power of the thunder, I am afraid that even the eight robbers of the creator, the nine robbers and creators, can be directly killed?

The real situation at the moment is that the other party is not only dead, but also has a glimpse of the power of creation, which is obviously a successful catastrophe, breaking through!

"Hey! Congratulations to the host for the success of the four-robbery!"

The system prompts to sound.

Ning Qi is not in the mood to listen, he is running crazy in the prison of dragons, absorbing the power of thunder, this time the power of thunder, even he can not imagine, put him a whole dollar of health, only There are more than three million left, how long has it been so long?

However, the benefits brought by thunder robbery are also clear at a glance. The first is his cultivation. After the advancement to the four lords, the power of creation has not only skyrocketed by more than ten times, but even the field of creation has begun to change. Ning Qi can Inductive to the field of creation is slowly expanding, if not expected, it will not take long, his field of creation will be at least three or five times!

In addition, the power in the thunderstorm has become the driving force of the prisoner's dragon elephant power. The slow-moving prisoner dragon elephant power, under the blessing and urging of the thunderbolt force, is being madly upgraded, as long as it absorbs After the power of this thunder, I believe that the effect is more than tens of thousands of years of practice in the practice training field!

"Can survive this kind of thunder, this person's cultivation is terrible!"

"However, it is a good time to remove him!"

"This kind of existence, if left to let him grow, may be a big problem in the future!"

The literati are light, and the monks are opposite each other. Although Ning Qi does not have deep hatreds with the six masters of the sects, but they are now calculating, they are taking this opportunity to kill Ning Qi!

Only someone is one step ahead of him!

"Ha ha ha! Did not die under the thunder, it is what I want, now you are seriously injured by the thunder, I can crush you with a finger!"

The **** hand screamed and walked toward Ningqi. Soon he went to Ningqi. Everyone saw this scene and couldn't help but hold his breath.

Pu Yan and other monks flashed a panic in the eyes. If Ning Qi was killed by **** hands, they were in danger!

As the man said, he stretched out a finger and pressed it toward Ning Qi’s head. He was originally Gaozhang 2, and this finger was many times larger than the average person. The power of a trace of creation was entangled in On his finger, he fell on the head of Ning Qi that was very black and full of maturity.

Call ~

Taking the two as the center, a aftermath swayed around, but everyone found that Ning Qi still stood still, and the **** hand slaughtered and looked at Ning Qi with a look, some sluggish, and seemed to encounter something that made him dare not dare Confidence.

"I can't push this one?"

The shock in the blood of the hands of the blood, the others can not know, he is pregnant with the blood of the Japanese, the power is enough to crush the same level of monks, with the fist can kill the ordinary king of the king, even those defensive spirits Under his three or five fists, there are few who can't break it, but now he uses 80% of his strength fingers, but he has no ability to let the other party move!

Hey.

The black skin on the eyelids, with Ning Qi’s blink of an eye, fell to the ground, and the golden pupils looked faintly at the **** hands. At this moment, the **** hands of the souls raised a very terrible Press, as if you are not facing a monk who has been seriously injured under the thunder, but... God!

咔嚓...Ning Qi’s arm is also moving, gently pinching the finger of the **** hand, and the skin that has become a coke in the arm also instantly falls to the ground, revealing the white and tender skin inside.

"you……"

The **** hand was shocked and looked at Ning Qi, because he felt a terrible power from his fingers, and he was pinched by the other party, which made him feel pain.

Before he could react, Ning Qi had pinched the finger and gently slammed it to the side. The body of the **** hand was squatting on the ground, splashing a dusty smoke.

Ning Qi’s action did not stop, and the backhand smashed.

boom!

The **** hand was slaughtered by Ning Qi, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Finally, it was almost impossible for the group of four robbers to capture.

The whistling sound of the screaming sounds like a thunder rolling, and it is very far away. With a loud noise, everyone is watching the scene and can't return to God for a long time.

Those monks who had planned to take the opportunity to kill Ning Qi, at the moment, a cold sweat, and then I was afraid, but fortunately they just did not choose to shoot, otherwise ... now the protagonist of the beggar, they are!

"When the power of the thunderbolt was digested, it was moving at the same time, and the speed of digestion would accelerate a lot!"

Ning Qi flashed a smile in his eyes, while swaying the **** hands, while standing up, his power is getting bigger and bigger, and the blood on the head of the **** hand is dropping rapidly.

"Why! Why is his power so big!"

There was a humiliating color in the **** hand, and he was completely suppressed by Ning Qi at the moment. He wanted to resist, but he was immediately shocked by a mysterious force. The mysterious force gave him the feeling. As long as he dares to move, he is likely to be directly killed.

"What is this child doing!!"

The **** hands of the sorrow and anger have been tens of thousands of years. He has been in the city of the dead for tens of thousands of years, and has never suffered the humiliation of today!

He naturally does not know that his power is inferior to that of Ziyue Yanjun who has performed the ban. Compared with the strength of Ningqi, it is no different from the three-year-old urchin facing the 30-year-old. !

'Thunder' rolled, the wind whistled, Ning Qi kept swaying for a few days, the action finally stopped, but everyone found that Ning Qi was not carrying a **** hand, but a fledgling The bones are dead, and there are veins connected to the bones of the dead... The city of the dead, the **** hands, and the dead...