Chapter 395： This sword spike is for you

Open your eyes.

I saw Yan Zhixu standing in the sky, holding a long sword, and the sword in his hand was raised to resist the thunder that fell down.

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wings, did not crack due to being attacked by lightning, and was still intact. The light blue sword spikes hung with rough workmanship faintly exuded a faint light.

"I am hastily!"

Ji Zhou raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his jaw in surprise almost dropped to the ground, using his mortal body to fight the God of Punishment Thunder?

Master Yan is cheating! ! !

"Don't be afraid."

Yan Zhixu left a sentence, tapped his toes, and flew into the sky, hovering in the air, his expression neither humble nor arrogant.

When the group of snakes left in the house saw this, they wriggled their bodies and climbed into the yard.

The sky and the earth are dark, the night wind is howling, the dark clouds are over the top, the thunder and lightning are interspersed, and the eerie weather has a strong sense of oppression.

"boom--"

The thunder circling above no longer fell one by one, and all fell in an instant.

Dozens of gods and thunders landed in unison, illuminating the earth, all things shivered with fear, and the group of snakes in the ground were timid but refused to back down.

In this way, they try to stand on the line with the people standing in the sky, advancing and retreating together.

When the thunder fell, Yan Zhixu held the sword, and his body rushed into the sky.

Head on!

"Boom-boom--"

Countless thunders made a loud noise, and they all slashed on the frost-blossom sword with great momentum.

If it weren't for the only Chu family in the surrounding area, the rest of the residents would definitely be woken up, causing a huge sensation.

"Well……"

Dozens of thunderbolts were so powerful that the light blue sword spikes hanging from the hilt fell and vanished in the air.

Yan Zhixu was forced back by the tremendous force of the thunder, the hand holding the sword turned white, the blue veins on the back of the hand burst out, and the body standing in the air kept falling.

"What I have decided will never change!"

She let out a long whistle and mobilized the mana in her body to transfer it to the Frost Foil Sword.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the face supported by the red blood was rebellious and unruly.

"Ah--"

She snorted softly, the mana in the sword exploded, and the huge sword energy collided with the thunder.

The impact of the two sides was comparable, and it took ten minutes for these dozens of thunderstorms to dissipate without a trace.

After the eighteen thunderbolts were struck, the sky was still roaring, and the gods and thunders were full of anger, and finally had to disperse.

The punishment is gone.

Yan Zhixu's body continued to fall, and the Frost Flower Sword in his hand cracked with a crisp sound.

"Roar--"

Seeing Yan Zhixu fall, the hydra coiled on the ground propped up its huge body, crawled and wriggled quickly, and the giant tail swung out and wrapped her around her.

The other groups of snakes around also roared, anxious and worried.

Hydra put down Yan Zhixu.

"Cough cough cough..."

She stood on the ground, her face pale and an uncomfortable coughing sound in her throat.

He lowered his head, stared at the cracked sword in his hand, raised his hand and caressed the body of the sword, there was still some power of thunder and lightning remaining on it.

Yan Zhixu moved gently, "Master..."

This sigh with a little tenderness and nostalgia dissipated in the wind, and no one heard it.

A majestic palace appeared in my mind. Under the giant edelweiss tree, a man in a white robe and a hair crown turned his back to her.

"Teacher, I heard that you found a sword in the secret realm of Nanfu."

"This sword's aura is maddening, I'm afraid it's not easy to get started. I will give you this sword spike for the master. You hang it on the hilt of the sword, and in the long run, you can refine its cruelty."

The woman with a cold aura stepped forward and took the light blue sword spike he was holding in his hand, "Thank you, Master, my disciple will take good care of this sword spike."

I wanted to continue to look down, but at the moment when the master who was out of breath turned around, those pictures quickly shattered.