"Get out of the way!"

Lei Zhuoran rushed this way, like a lion fighting a rabbit, and a tiger pounced on food.

It's more like a wild dragon that rushes at you unscrupulously.

As he charged, he swept across the ground, carrying a white wave of air behind him, as if the air had been torn apart in an instant. It's not shrinking the ground into inches, it's not moving instantly, when everyone looks, they can only see a rushing purple light, and in an instant, it is already rushing towards Yang Mucheng.

This crazy impact is as if it wants to tear apart all obstacles!

"Oh my God!"

At this moment, countless martial artists couldn't help but gasp.

"Holy Lord, get out of the way!"

Lu Yao'er shouted loudly.

The eyes of countless people converged at this moment. In an instant, it quickly fell on Yang Mucheng's body.

Lei Zhuoran was furious!

With such power, he had already exploded out in a desperate madness.

Boom!

They hadn't seen what was going on yet, but they saw Yang Mucheng twist his right hand and flick it lightly. Then, like a wild dragon churning, the tiger pounced on Lei Zhuoran, who was rushing towards Yang Mucheng, almost halfway through, it was already like hitting something, and he shot backwards towards the rear.

Its body is like a rolling gourd, slamming on the ground again and again!

"What's going on?"

No one could see what was happening between the two sides. However, when Lei Zhuoran got up from the ground, everyone saw that there was a depression the size of a fingernail at the center of Lei Zhuoran's eyebrows. And Lei Zhuoran, whose originally crazy and bloodthirsty eyes, turned into fear when he looked at Yang Mucheng again.

I'm scared!

The national teacher of the Shengqing Dynasty, who has the cultivation of the middle stage of Xuanhai and has the fierce thunder battle intent, Lei Zhuoran is afraid of Yang Mucheng!

The warriors around him couldn't believe it at all.

Lei Zhuoran is a well-known bloodthirsty maniac, and the only one who has been feared in the sky and on the earth is Wu Jianyang. But since the martial sword Yang Shouyuan was about to die and his cultivation fell, Lei Zhuoran was no longer a fearless person. Now, the appearance of this Yang Mucheng has made him a fearful person again!

"Did you see clearly? What just happened?"

"No! I only saw Yang Lao Mo's right hand flick, and then I saw Lei Zhuoran rushing out, and then as if he was hit by something, he flew out upside down again. Could it be that Yang Mucheng made a move just now?"

"Does anyone know what's going on?"

Many people looked puzzled and asked around.

At this time, in the crowd, a martial artist who also possessed the middle stage of the Xuanhai Sea looked at Yang Mucheng, and a trace of trembling flashed in his eyes: "What a terrifying power!"

"Fang Cai, Emperor Yang didn't make a move at all!"

He just flicked his fingers, and in an instant, he gathered the air around him at his fingertips, and blasted out like a cannonball. I can do this way, but at most I can only deal with some characters who are not strong. Look at the scar on Lei Zhuoran's eyebrows, if it is a little deeper, I am afraid that his head will be completely pierced at this moment. ”

The words of this powerhouse in the middle of the Xuanhai Realm directly caused the surrounding martial artists to gasp.

Did Yang Mucheng really make a move before?

It was just a flick of the flick that thundered Lei Zhuoran back?

Many people still can't believe it.

"Yang Mucheng!"

Lei Zhuoran got up slowly, blood flowing down his forehead, covering half of his face. The eyeballs showed hideous bloodshot patches under the blood, making people only feel their scalp numb. "Your blow woke me up. Your strength is terrifying, beyond my imagination! But you will never be able to defeat me, do you know why?"

Lei Zhuoran clenched his right fist, only to hear a 'crackling' sound, and clusters of lightning quickly emerged from the cracks in his fists. This burst of lightning and thunder made his whole person look like a thunder god who could manipulate lightning!

He slowly narrowed his eyes, looked towards Yang Mucheng, and raised his fist with a sneer.

"Because, I have the Thunder Fighting Intent!"

Hiss~

Hearing this, those martial artists who were originally shocked that Yang Mucheng had blasted Lei Zhuoran away with one finger, suddenly gasped, and their eyes widened one by one.

"Battle intent, it's actually a thunder intent!"

"Lei Zhuoran is known as the number one master of the Holy Qing Dynasty, naturally he is not in vain, but I didn't expect that he still has the intent to fight with thunder!"

"With the will to fight, he is equal to being invincible!"

Call!

As soon as the words fell, Lei Zhuoran's hands were slowly spread out, and then he saw that the pieces of lightning on his body jumped up quickly, flying in the air, and then under the shocked gaze of countless people, they quickly converged into a thunderstorm war spear with a suspended handle.

Such a terrifying martial art, such a terrifying battle intent, made the surrounding warriors all shocked.

These thunderstorm spears, each four or five meters long, condensed the power of terrifying lightning.

"You don't have the will to fight, you will never know how terrible this will be!"

Lei Zhuoran raised his head proudly and looked at Yang Mucheng. At this moment, he felt that the feeling of everything in the world being grasped in his hands came back again.

"Master Lei has finally used his battle intent!" the golden-armored guard couldn't help but say as he watched this scene. "Yes! Being able to force the Lei Master to this extent, this Yang Mucheng is enough to be proud of. ”

One of the guards glanced back and couldn't help but smile and said, "What did our second prince say before?" He said that Master Lei would die, and he was definitely not Yang Mucheng's opponent. But now, look at Yang Mucheng, Lei Shi just used a little bit of battle intent power, which made him stunned there, and he couldn't even say half a sentence. ”

"Yes, it's a pity that the second prince didn't see this scene!" one of the guards shook his head, as if he was quite sorry.

Just when everyone was frightened by the scene of this violent thunder battle intent, a soft laugh came.

"Puff~"

Lu Yao'er couldn't help laughing.

Although the wounds on her body were still a little painful, she looked at Lei Zhuoran with an idiot at the moment.

"Little girl, what are you laughing at?" Lei Zhuoran asked in a cold voice: "If you don't say why, I will kill you first, and then kill Yang Mucheng!"

Lu Yao'er glanced at Lei Zhuoran contemptuously, this kind of look was like seeing a poor beggar holding a silver ingot and coming to a wealthy businessman with a lot of money to show off. Raising the corners of her mouth, Lu Yao'er said slowly: "It's just a wild thunder battle intent, my family's saint also has a war intent! Moreover, it's still three kinds of war intent!"

"What?"

At this moment, Lei Zhuoran's face suddenly stiffened.

He turned his head mechanically and looked towards Yang Mucheng. But seeing the corners of Yang Mucheng's mouth, a churning momentum surged from his body!

(End of chapter)