Chapter 641

Feeling the soaring yuan force in his body, his brain was full of the will to burn everything. Zifeng forgot himself and everything.

There are only three purple sky thunder in sight, "ha ha ha, come on, what's my fear of wuzifeng!" He laughed up and held his hands high. A golden blue light expanded rapidly in his eyes.

This was the "purple Xuanguang regiment" that shocked the sects later. This power is also called Zifeng, the power of Zixuan!

In the twinkling of an eye, an energy light mass with a diameter of three feet expanded in front of us. With a roar, Zifeng did not retreat but entered, holding the same light group with the smell of destroying the sky and the earth to meet it fiercely.

With a bang, the explosion that tore the sky shook. Even Tianzhou, thousands of miles away, heard the loud noise, and the whole Xuantian swayed in the earthquake.

In the roar, the purple sky thunder and the golden blue light disappeared together, but the wild wave made Zifeng blast into the soil without the slightest Parry!

Shaoqing, the second purple sky thunder didn't give Zifeng any breathing time. Then it bombarded down. After passing, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the scattered clouds impacted into powder!

All things are silent, as if in sorrow, and die in prayer.

How should Zifeng, who has just taken a blow of "Heaven's wrath", deal with the second sky thunder without adjusting his breath?

When everyone is worried about Zifeng? In the deep pit, a figure of the upper body rushed out of the soil layer fiercely, and thousands of soil phases were left behind.

The right fist wrapped the purple Xuan force as solid as the essence, roaring, as if there was only that arrogant and unyielding figure in the world!

His right fist was tightly clenched, and even the sound of knuckles crackling was heard in the air.

The light hand knot in the middle and small of the sea is flying, and a thin layer of spiritual power rises in the hexagonal star array, slowly covering the periphery of the sea, so as to prevent mental damage in the roar.

And that slim punch is like this with the strong thunder in the line of sight!

Should not? wrong! Er Xiao, the mountains and rivers are moving! Under this roar, Zifeng's realm has broken through the realm of the king of Wu and is based on the realm of the early days of the emperor of Wu. A punch is not so much a punch of Zifeng as a punch of the mighty warrior!

The thunderous sky thunder was strangled by Zifeng's thin fist!

With the sound of "long", a mouthful of blood immediately spit out the color of blood under the ferocious collision, which not only didn't make Zifeng timid, but more sober

He clearly knows what he is facing at the moment? It is God's anger. If there is a trace of cowardice, it will be blown into powder. The whole person will eliminate the fog. There is no trace of this life.

And all this is just because he combines the purple fire and the power of the sea!

Yielding has never appeared in Zifeng's world. Even if you die, you have to poke a hole in this day!

"Roar!" Under Zifeng's roar, a bright red blood immediately seeped out between the teeth. Under this roar, the yuan force of the right fist swarmed again, and the purple Xuan force above was dazzling as never before

"Click" a slight sound, but Gu Lianggui's whole back was soaked with sweat, as if he saw the most incredible thing in the world!

On the purple sky thunder, a thin crack was clearly reflected in his eyes, "how is this possible?" Decadent sat down and was greatly frightened.

At the moment, Zifeng's right fist was as powerful as a bamboo, and mercilessly smashed the Tianlei, which was already covered with cracks in his breath!

Everything goes with nature, just like Zifeng's look at the sky above his head at the moment. Zifeng never takes the initiative to provoke others, but if others don't have eyes and cause trouble for no reason, there will be only one result and will be attacked by Zifeng thousands of times.

Whether you are King Wu or a strong sectarian alliance, even the sky above should bear Zifeng's rules and be punished by Zifeng!

With the sound of "bang", is it as simple as thunder? Do you still need to wait for the irresistible pressure entrenched in mid air?

Not far away, Xiaobai soared into the air and stood on Zifeng's shoulder. He roared up to the sky. The tiger roared in the sky and the clouds all over the sky. Under this roar, he shrank and gathered together, as if he had forgotten the next attack!

At the moment of breaking the sky thunder, a "purple Xuanguang group" the size of a house has been carried by Zifeng on his shoulder. His arms are slightly backward, stretching out the radian of the full moon, and then towards the last purple sky thunder that seems to have not fallen. The light group is like a stray arrow

"Boom!" The third "thunder of heaven's anger" was blown away before it even fell, and with thousands of clouds and shadows in the sky, they all collapsed and left. Only because the Haoran righteousness on the surface of Feng's body is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that something is going to get out of his body!

There seemed to be a roar, struggling to shout out of his mouth.

But in the twinkling of an eye, the whole line of sight was clear and yellow in the sky. A touch of the afterglow of the sunset was gently applied to Zifeng, very soft, like a sleeping mood. Zifeng's anger in his chest gradually dissipated like melting ice and snow.

The noble and righteous Qi on the body surface is scattered in the sky with the wind, and the mottled golden luster makes the sky curtain a little more intoxicated in the evening.

Everyone has already been shocked by the scene in front of him. Silence belongs to the peace of this moment.

Until the moment everything dissipated, Zifeng felt the feeling of collapse all over his body. The feeling was so clear that it seemed that Zifeng was hollowed out.

Qiang Zi opens his eyes, but has no intention to stop fatigue from converging into a tide and impacting.

So the figure standing proudly just above the sky seemed to be separated from the last tether of the sunset, and Zifeng fell down silently.

But even if it is falling, the image of Zifeng is unstoppable and magnificent.

People swarmed around and ran over, trying to help Zifeng before he fell.

Just. Everything belongs to Zifeng alone. From resistance to the end, others can only watch Zifeng fall heavily into the pit and splash dust on the ground.

When everyone gathered around, Zifeng spread out his clenched fists and handed over three round pills to Lin xuanke. He smiled and had a subtle voice, but it echoed in Lin xuanke's mind all his life. "I said, I promised you I would save your grandpa. I won't break my promise forever." then his eyelids could no longer stand still and passed out in a heavy coma.

How far is it forever? Zifeng doesn't know. Lin Xuan doesn't know either. She only knows vaguely. As everyone understands, it's so long, so long.