Chapter 231 Beast Thunder Dragon, Han Chuijun!
Chapter 231: Thunder Dragon of Beasts, Han Chuijun! (Two in One)
Call ~
The night was dark and moonless, and the biting cold wind blew the snow into flying pieces.
Li Yuan shuttled through the cold wind, his body rising and falling. Having walked at night many times, he had long been accustomed to the darkness and the cold wind. In fact, every time he walked at night, he felt a sense of relief in his heart.
"Relaxation and tension are the way. Well, it can also be considered a form of venting, right?"
Flakes of flying snow were blown all over the place by the strong wind. Li Yuan's heart was calm. He kept his feet off the ground and even tried to step on the snowflakes flying in the air.
"No, the snowflakes are too light to lend any strength..."
After trying several times, Li Yuan shook his head. He had only just started, but was still not able to walk on the snow. However, he could use the occasional fallen leaf to provide some support.
"With a few more pairs of high-end boots, can we walk on snow?"
call!
Soon, Li Yuan arrived at Linghu Baiwan's courtyard. He took a quick look and found the house was pitch black with no sign of weapons.
"Not here?"
Li Yuan changed his mind, tapped his feet, and walked quickly in the shadows. Soon, he had circled to the Zhenwu Hall. It was a dark and windy night, so he could move silently.
Zhenwu Hall is located in the east of the city. It covers a large area, with four seven-story mansions and hundreds of rooms. There are also many people on duty and patrolling at night.
The more skilled one is, the braver one becomes. Li Yuan didn't care much and sneaked in following the sound of the wind. Soon, he had circled around and came out.
"An Yuanwu is not here either..."
Li Yuan remembered the glow of weapons of all the masters in Dechang Town's martial arts hall, but when he took a quick look, he found that almost all the masters were gone, with only a few left on duty.
"Are they all gone?"
Li Yuan's eyes flickered, but he did not alarm the people in Zhenwu Hall and turned back to the Divine Guard Army base. He walked around the base and suddenly felt a little uneasy.
"Not here either? Could it be that he really went to Old Han?"
Li Yuan's heart tightened a little, he exerted force on his feet and started searching quickly.
After his Weapon Control Talisman was promoted to the sixth level, he could see the light of weapons within a radius of forty meters if he concentrated a little.
Combined with his current lightness skills, he was soon able to determine that the Zhenwu Hall must have taken action and was not in the city.
"Are you really going after Old Han?"
Frowning slightly and touching the dizzy little mouse in his sleeve, Li Yuan turned around and came to the east of the city where the Zhenwu Hall was located again, ready to find someone to ask for news.
Gong Yangyu was not very clear about the route that Lao Han took when he went out of the city to pick someone up. If he went out of the city blindly, he would have nowhere to find him.
"Um……"
Li Yuan touched the ghost mask on his face, thought about it, and took it off and replaced it with a piece of rag.
At this time, it is not appropriate for Li Yuanba to show up.
……
The wind and snow gradually got stronger.
There were lights on in many places in the Zhenwu Hall headquarters.
Knowing that there were no experts in the area, Li Yuan was very courageous. Following the light of the weapons, he quickly selected the courtyard where a top-grade famous sword was located.
"A top-grade famous instrument, at least he must be a deacon."
Landing quietly in the yard, Li Yuan walked slowly forward and knocked gently on the door.
"Who?"
A voice was heard from inside the house, and a burly man opened the door. Seeing the masked man outside, he was startled at first, then his face changed and he reached for the long knife at his waist.
pat!
Li Yuan moved as fast as lightning, grabbing the big man's neck. With a little force, the big man's face turned red like a pig's liver, and his spine made a crackling sound.
I felt as if a mountain was pressing down on me, and all my muscles and bones were being compressed by the huge force at the same time. I couldn't even move, let alone resist.
"Rare..."
"I ask, you answer!"
Li Yuan walked into the room and closed it casually. The 200-pound man was like a straw in his hand, and he didn't shake at all while walking.
"An ordinary shapeshifter is as fragile as a piece of paper in my hands..."
Li Yuan restrained his strength, feeling that he could strangle the man to death with a little more force, and he released a little internal energy, and by the way, he was able to figure out the man's cultivation level and foundation.
Yi Hu Xiong Dual Forms, superior root bones, good at right-handed swordsmanship, and also has lower-level horizontal training, which is about the perfect level.
"Rare..."
The big man couldn't make a sound, he just blinked frantically. When he was about to suffocate, Li Yuan loosened his hand:
"I came here just to look for someone and don't want to offend Zhenwu Hall. It would be fine if you cooperate well, but otherwise..."
"Looking for someone?"
The big man almost strangled himself to death. He was angry and afraid, so he lowered his voice:
"Who are you looking for?"
"A few days ago, there was a man named Linghu who came from Zhelong Mansion. Do you know where he went?"
Li Yuan did not ask An Yuanwu, nor did he mention Shentu Hong. He was afraid of encountering a difficult problem and wasting time, so he simply used Linghu Baiwan as an excuse.
"Ling, Linghu?"
The big man hesitated for a moment, then he felt his body lighten and he was lifted up again. He was immediately shocked.
The second time, he didn't even see clearly how this person made his move.
Tongmai Dacheng, a master of the hall master level? !
The big man was horrified and answered hoarsely:
"He, he lives in..."
"I just came from his place."
Li Yuan interrupted him and put more force in his hands. With a snap, his spine cracked and the big man was in pain, covered in cold sweat.
"He, he went outside the city, to the West Bear Mountain outside the city..."
……
……
Eighty miles east of Dechang Prefecture is a stretch of mountains that stretch across the banks of the Pingjiang Grand Canal.
Amid the howling of wind and snow, a tiny fire was lit in a dense forest.
There were dozens of people surrounding the fire. Linghu Baiwan was among them. He was wearing black clothes and had his face covered, cursing An Yuanwu in his heart.
He wasn't from Dechang Town's martial arts hall, but he was pulled out...
"They are planning to ambush and kill Han Chuijun!"
As his eyes swept across the dense forest, Linghu Baiwan felt a little numb in his heart.
He was born in Zhelong Mansion and had dealt with Shenbing Valley many times over the past few decades. He was really afraid of Han Chuijun.
When he changed his form, he once killed Lian Zang, a fierce man who would kill an entire family at will...
"Everyone is almost here."
After waiting for a long time, someone beside the campfire spoke hoarsely, pinching his throat. Linghu Baiwan also knew that this was the deputy head of Dechang Town Martial Arts Hall, 'Liu Shengbin'.
In Dechang Town's martial arts hall, there are only two masters who have achieved great success in opening meridians.
"There are four people we are here for, Han Chuijun, Qiu Zhengxiong, Jing Shuhu, and Lei Jingchuan. These four are all elders of the Divine Weapon Valley. Except for Han Chuijun, they are all people who have mastered the art of meridians for many years..."
Liu Shengbin lowered his voice, neither too high nor too low, just enough for the people present to hear clearly, but not too loud.
"But, among the four, the strongest one is Han Chuijun!"
Han Chuijun!
Linghu Baiwan shuddered subconsciously, and the masked masters around him also became a little agitated.
Several years ago, many people present had heard of Han Chuijun's name, the evil star of the Divine Weapon Valley, but they were thousands of miles away and did not know the details.
Until Qianjun Cave was destroyed.
Almost all the elders from the inner and outer sects of Qianjun Cave, many of whom were well-known masters to them, were killed by this man. He was truly notorious.
"Han Chuijun, suspected to have changed his form, is famous for his martial arts skills, Bingdao Doushachui, has excellent Qinggong, and has made great achievements in horizontal training..."
Liu Shengbin briefly mentioned:
"This man is wearing divine armor, and we cannot defeat him. Don't worry about him. What we need to do is to stop the masters of the Divine Weapon Valley except Han Chuijun. No one should be left alive, and we should kill as many as possible!"
"Killing Qiu Zhengxiong and the other two will earn you a great merit, and injuring them will earn you a small merit. In addition, there are rewards from the hall master, including famous weapons, great pills, and even superior martial arts. All of these can be discussed!"
……
Linghu Baiwan couldn't help but feel excited after hearing the brief battlefield mobilization. The shape-changing warriors who joined the Zhenwu Hall were all here for the superior martial arts and elixirs.
But great success...
Linghu Baiwan felt a chill in his heart. This would be a great benefit, but it would also be fatal.
He has been in the Zhenwu Hall for so many years, how could he not know that for small achievements one must fight hard, and for big achievements one must die?
"Please take note of the martial arts and weapons of these people..."
Liu Shengbin introduced Qiu Zhengxiong and the other two in detail, then slowly stood up and two people walked out of the dense forest, one in front and one behind.
They were all wearing black clothes and masks.
"Hall Master!"
Everyone bowed in greeting.
An Yuanwu also bowed slightly and looked at the masked Shentu Hong. The latter had cold eyes and nodded lightly, looking towards the distant mountains:
"Everyone be prepared. If one of you escapes, you know the consequences!"
Everyone was startled and they all lowered their heads, retreated, and dispersed to ambush.
Linghu Baiwan mixed in the crowd. Before leaving, he glanced at the forest that Shentu Hong was looking at. Faintly, he could see a goshawk circling.
Below, a figure flashed by.
"Evil God Cult, Huangfu Kun..."
Linghu Baiwan felt a little relieved. With two marrow-refining people leading the team, several people having achieved great success in opening meridians, and dozens of people having changed their forms, it was not his turn to fight for his life, right?
……
Woo~
The goshawk, with a wingspan of nearly two meters, circled low in the sky, and the strong wind it created blew up the snowflakes.
On the hill, Huangfu Kun was still dressed like an old farmer. Not far behind him, there were several people sitting or standing, all holding weapons, as if facing a powerful enemy.
"Han Chuijun!"
Huangfu Kun glanced at the crowd with a cold look in his eyes.
When he received the order from the Red Flame Dragon King to set off, he never imagined that he would suffer such heavy losses when he led the masters of the eight prefectures of Huizhou to besiege a prefecture-level sect that had been in decline for hundreds of years.
Among the eight branch leaders, except for Su Wanxiong of Zhelong Mansion, there were fourteen masters who had achieved great success in Tongmai. Now, there are only seven left.
The other seven, along with his two deacons who were highly skilled in organ refining, all died at the hands of Han Chuijun...
"Master Huangfu, are you sure you can kill Han Chuijun?"
None of the masters of the Evil God Cult wore masks. Meng Zhan, the only one on the hill wearing night clothes, spoke softly and glanced at the iron stick that reached his eyebrows behind Huangfu Kun.
It is a quasi-divine weapon with spiritual power and is extremely valuable.
But a quasi-divine weapon is not a divine weapon after all...
"This old man's 'Heavenly Stick'... maybe, maybe it can't break the Red Flame Dragon Armor, but Han Chuijun will die here today!"
Huangfu Kun felt a little cold in his heart.
With his status and position, it is not difficult for him to obtain a magic weapon. However, it is easy to obtain a magic weapon, but it is difficult to recognize its master. Among the eight prefectures of Huizhou, with a population of tens of millions, only more than ten people have obtained a magic weapon and recognized it as their master. There is not even one real master among tens of millions of people.
Only the Grandmaster can suppress the spirituality of the magic weapon. Although he has refined the marrow, he does not have a magic weapon.
"Master Huangfu still has other tricks?"
Meng Zhan's heart moved slightly. He naturally knew that his immediate superior Shentu Hong was also here, but he knew even more about Shentu Hong's real purpose.
It would be possible for him to help surround and strangle the rest of the people, but it would be unlikely for him to fight to the death with Han Chuijun who was wearing divine armor.
"It's just Tongmai, so what even if he can change a hundred forms? Without the divine armor, is he worthy of fighting with me?"
Huangfu Kun sneered but didn't say much.
The area is connected...
Meng Zhan's face twitched. He was still thinking about asking, but suddenly, the goshawk circling above his head folded its wings and lay dormant in the shadow of the hill.
"coming!"
Huangfu Kun raised his eyes.
The masters behind him were also moved. They put down their weapons and looked down the mountain with cold eyes.
In the wind and snow, more than ten people on eight horses came galloping.
……
Huhu~
In the wind and snow, the eight horses galloped silently, with only the occasional sound of snow, mud and rocks falling behind them.
Sha Pingying led the horse and walked quickly, his breathing became heavier and sweat appeared on his forehead.
Although he is good at light work and was able to change his shape after a bloody battle a few days ago, his endurance is indeed no match for this superior dragon horse that can travel eight hundred miles a day and eight hundred miles a night.
He could hardly hold on any longer, and Niu Jun and others who had achieved success in Yi Xing were also breathing heavily.
But everyone remained silent and gritted their teeth as they hurried on. On the three horses in front, Han Chuijun was in tattered clothes, and Lei Jingchuan was already lying on his horse, breathing weakly.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, Han Chuijun spoke softly, and the eight galloping dragon horses seemed to have hit an invisible barrier and stopped at the same time.
"Why stop? I can still hold on!"
Jing Shuhu held the reins of the horse and opened his mouth, dirty blood gushed out and his voice was so hoarse that it sounded like sharpening a knife.
"..."
Sha Pingying, who was leading the horse, touched the blood dripping on his shoulder, and looked at Jing Shuhu, who was stabbed by eight swords and six knives, with his chest almost pierced through.
I finally understood why my master called him 'Old Stubborn Donkey'.
This mouth is really hard. Even the blood and qi can’t be held. How can it hold on?
“…Can you really hold on?”
"Hold on, I can hold on."
Jing Shuhu's voice became muffled, he closed his mouth, and blood gushed out of his nostrils.
"伱......"
Han Chuijun's face turned a little dark.
Sha Pingying lowered his head and said, "I am really tired, Uncle Master, can you let me take a rest?"
"Um……"
Jing Shuhu reluctantly pushed away Niu Jun and others who wanted to help him, staggered a little, and wanted to help Lei Jingchuan.
"Senior brother, you..."
Lei Jingchuan forced himself to open his eyes.
"Take a rest." Han Chuijun dismounted and ordered.
His eyes moved slightly, and Sha Pingying had already led a few disciples to pick up firewood nearby. After a while, they lit a bonfire.
"Concentrate and calm down!"
Han Chuijun angrily pushed Jing Shuhu next to the campfire, put one hand on his vest, and exhaled his internal energy to help heal his wounds.
The other hand fell on Lei Jingchuan's vest.
……
"Ok?"
Up and down the hill, Huangfu Kun, Shentu Hong and others frowned slightly, naturally because they saw the bonfire rising on the mountain road.
"Master Kun, did Han Chuijun discover something strange?"
On the hill, a sturdy man spoke in a low voice. He was carrying a heavy sword with a broad blade on his back. It was nearly two meters long and more than one meter wide, like a door panel.
This man's name is Qi Xinghao, and he is the leader of the Changlin Mansion branch. He was once instructed by Baili Jingchuan and is famous for his horizontal training.
"Um……"
Huangfu Kun's internal energy surged up, his eyes sparkled, and he looked into the distance. Through the wind and snow, he vaguely saw a figure sitting cross-legged by the campfire.
Seems to be healing?
"How are the injuries of Jing Shuhu and the other two?"
Huangfu Kun asked, and he only ordered to keep some people alive to lure Han Chuijun, but he didn't know what happened to the two men.
"According to your orders, the injury is not fatal, but without the magic medicine, there is no hope of recovery in this lifetime!"
Qi Xinghao laughed grimly:
"If that Lei guy doesn't die from my blow, his spine will be broken in half!"
"so?"
Huangfu Kun's heart moved slightly, and he glanced at Meng Zhan:
"Tell Shentu Hong that he doesn't need to take action for now..."
"Ok?"
Meng Zhan couldn't see that far, and frowned when he heard that.
"Han Chuijun is healing the wounds of those two people..."
"I see."
Meng Zhan immediately understood, but couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Huangfu Kun looked down on Han Chuijun, but he was secretly and openly wary of him. Even with the support of the Shentu Hall Master, he actually wanted to deplete his internal energy...
"Broken Eagle, hold your bow and hide. If Qiu Zhengxiong appears, shoot him immediately!"
Huangfu Kun gave orders.
The old man holding a longbow in one hand nodded and disappeared in the wind and snow.
"Master Kun?"
After Meng Zhan left, Qi Xinghao lowered his voice and said with some dissatisfaction: "It's obvious that these people from Zhenwu Hall want us to take the lead..."
"Today is different from the past. You must be more cautious when dealing with people from Zhenwu Hall in the future."
Huangfu Kun interrupted him and glanced around, warning the others.
Some people frowned, some were silent, and some nodded.
Huangfu Kun saw this and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
If it were a year ago, no, even half a year ago, he might not have allowed Zhenwu Hall to hold back, but now it was different...
"King Zhenwu."
Huangfu Kun stood in the wind and snow, staring at the bonfire on the mountain path.
Soon, half an hour passed...
An hour passed.
"Master Kun!"
After taking a look at the snow that was above his heels, Qi Xinghao became impatient:
"Wait any longer, it will be dawn soon!"
Huangfu Kun was covered in snow. He shivered slightly, and his face turned dark.
"Do it!"
……
"call!"
"Suck!"
Beside the campfire, Sha Pingying and the others also sat cross-legged. After eating their dry food, they seized the opportunity to take pills and regulate their breathing. Their long breathing sounds merged into one, and the wind and snow seemed to be blocked outside.
"Cough cough~"
Jing Shuhu's complexion looked a little better, and he no longer vomited blood when he spoke. At this time, he couldn't help but admire the snoring coming from behind him.
This old guy has a really big heart...
"Why are you in such a hurry? You can delay it as long as you can. I haven't slept for several days. Can't I take a nap?"
Han Chuijun yawned and took a nap for more than an hour. He felt refreshed and energetic, and the injuries on his body seemed to have improved a lot.
But he didn't stand up, just took the pills one by one and glanced at Lei Jingchuan:
"Where's Lao Lei? Can he still fight?"
"...After changing into a different form, I can still fight."
Lei Jingchuan smiled bitterly. He was not as tough as Shuhu. Although his face had turned red, he still couldn't straighten his back. The exposed spine made a crackling sound when he moved a little.
His injuries were no less serious than Jing Shuhu's. If it weren't for the Jiao-Transforming Pill, he might have died on the way.
"I need a Dragon Transformation Pill..."
Looking at the dark hills, Jing Shuhu sighed softly.
"So what if there is one? The injury is still there. If it can't be healed, it will still not be healed. If I leave it to that kid, maybe I can help him to join the Dragon and Tiger Temple."
Lei Jingchuan pulled the corner of his mouth and forced himself to stand up. He tore off his coat and tied his exposed spine to his waist, and cold sweat immediately slid down his forehead.
"You're the only one who's not afraid of death?"
Jing Shuhu took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and then quickly deflated: "No, there are too many wounds, I can't control my internal energy, it will leak..."
The two men stood up one after another, and Sha Pingying, Niu Jun and others also stood up silently, ignoring the sadness in their hearts and clenched their weapons.
On the hill, one could already see figures walking down the hill one after another. From a distance, one could see the cold gleam of swords and knives. They were all famous weapons...
"Old man, I leave Tongmai to you."
Han Chuijun sat at the end until Huangfu Kun came into view, then he took the last pill and slowly stood up:
"Leave everything above Tongmai to me!"
Huhu~
Sitting still like a rock, when he stood up, his blood surged like fire. Han Chuijun's clothes and hair fluttered, and the wind and snow within ten feet turned around instantly and were repelled out.
A few miles away, Huangfu Kun paused, and the people behind him shuddered.
In the night, I saw the energy and blood dispersing the wind and snow like wolf smoke, and like the burning of an iron forging furnace. Even from such a distance, I could still feel the heat.
"Yi Baixing..."
Huangfu Kun's eyelids twitched slightly. His vigorous energy and blood were no less than his own, and even more violent.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he really would not have believed that this was just a Tongmai warrior.
He was feeling this way, and Qi Xinghao and the others behind him felt their palms sweating and their mouths dry. As they all had their meridians opened, they suffered a greater impact.
"Han Chuijun!"
Huangfu Kun opened his mouth, and the people behind him dispersed in a fan shape.
A few miles away, Sha Pingying and others also drew their swords.
Only Han Chuijun and the other two acted as if no one was around, and even started talking about an event that happened many years ago.
"Han Chuijun."
Jing Shuhu held a hammer in his hand and spoke in a low voice:
"At this point, I just want to ask you one question..."
Han Chuijun glanced at him and said, "If you want to ask, just ask. Why mention names?"
"Fifty-six years ago, when Xiuxiu was on her way down the mountain to accept the mission, was it you who ambushed and killed her?!"
Jing Shuhu's voice rose several octaves, causing Sha Pingying and others' hearts to beat wildly. This was an unsolved case in the Shenbing Valley back then.
It was because of this incident that Han Chuijun and Jing Shuhu, who were once close friends, became enemies.
"Brother!"
Lei Jingchuan didn't expect the old man to ask this and wanted to stop him.
"This matter has weighed on my mind for fifty-six years..."
Jing Shuhu just looked at Han Chuijun, his eyes motionless:
"Yes and no?"
"Um……"
Han Chuijun frowned, somewhat puzzled:
"Xiu Xiu? Who is that?"
"what!"
"Han Chuijun, you!"
Jing Shuhu almost vomited blood.
"Hahaha!"
Han Chuijun had already stepped out with a big laugh, his clothes all moving, his powerful energy and blood burning like fire:
"If you want to know, you have to survive first!"
boom!
As he stepped, pieces of red dragon scales "grew" out of his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering his entire body!
At the same time, his body suddenly grew from normal size to more than nine feet, with dragon armor and dragon helmet covering his body, like a transformed dragon demon.
He roared and rushed towards Huangfu Kun.
He stretched out his arm, and the Wind and Thunder Ruyi Pestle, which was as long as his arm, swelled in the wind and turned into a 12-foot-tall hammer, which smashed down with the force of a mountain.
"I let you escape last time, so I'll make it up to you this time!"
"Insanity!"
Huangfu Kun was furious. He pulled out the steel stick behind him and stepped forward to fight back.
Violent true energy surged around his body. The true energy was light yellow like earth, and layered like waves. It transformed around him into a violent and cruel golden ape, with complete hair and beard, and looked lifelike.
Several miles away, Sha Pingying and the others heard a loud and clear ape howl.
boom!
The golden ape roared angrily, and the long stick also swelled in the wind, two or three feet...
In an instant, it turned into a ten-foot-long stick, as big as a water tank. It pointed toward the sky, stirring up the snow and wind in the sky. The momentum was so strong that even Qi Xinghao and others who were rushing behind him were shocked.
It was also the first time for them to see a master of marrow refining use his full strength at such a close distance.
When the force is released one foot, the energy can reach three feet. When the internal energy becomes true, the energy used to support weapons can reach far more than three feet.
At this moment, the long stick broke through the air, ten feet long, and the long hammer instantly turned into a short weapon under it.
Boom!
The one-mile area seemed to be non-existent between the two men, and a loud noise exploded with the roar of a monkey.
In an instant, earth and rocks flew everywhere, mud and sand rolled, and the violent blood and internal energy scattered in all directions, hitting the people around and forcing them to retreat.
Bang!
After a moment of stalemate, Huangfu Kun took a step back, and Han Chuijun flew backwards in the air wave. Even with the blessing of the divine armor, it was difficult for him to confront the marrow refining master head-on.
With one blow, he flew backwards dozens of feet, and his feet landed on the ground, leaving deep marks on the snow, and mud, sand and rocks were raised several feet high.
"die!"
Huangfu Kun's voice was like a monkey's howl, sharp and high-pitched.
After the strike, he rose from the ground, leaped more than ten feet, and his long stick was wrapped in wind and snow, and it seemed like a thunderbolt exploding.
This blow was even heavier than the previous one!
In a real fight between the martial arts world, there is no testing of each move. Every move is a killing move, and a fight is a matter of life or death!
"Mr. Han!"
Seeing this momentum, Sha Pingying and others were all shocked. Qi Xinghao and others also subconsciously slowed down their pace, as if they were intimidated by the force of the stick.
But Han Chuijun, who was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, laughed instead:
"well!"
He laughed and stamped his feet, howling:
"thunder!"
boom!
The impact was like a thunder explosion, and the snow within a ten-foot radius sank all at once. The terrifying force rebounded and surged throughout his body layer by layer.
When Han Chuijun exhaled and spoke, those who were closest to him could even see a solid mass of air gushing out of his throat.
The word 'lei' means more than just thunder.
His voice seemed to turn into the most powerful thunder between heaven and earth and exploded suddenly!
Breathing thunder!
While in mid-air, Huangfu Kun's eyelids twitched. This was an extremely high-level sonic skill, and it contained the thunder shapes of heaven and earth.
With a burst of air, he actually broke the limit of true qi. The qi was released to a distance of ten feet and rushed straight towards his face like a lightning snake.
"boom!"
Huangfu Kun blocked with his stick, but the force of the stick was lost. He turned his body, fell to the ground, and stepped back. He felt a buzzing in his ears, as if he was bleeding from the shock.
"Sonic power!"
Several miles away, Shentu Hong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and before he could finish his words of praise, he heard another word that sounded like thunder and dragon's roar.
"dragon!"
A few miles away, Li Yuan only heard rumbling thunder, and the dragon horse under him was frightened and made a "hissing" sound.
"This sound?!"
Li Yuan stepped forward and ran wildly. After turning around a dense forest, he saw a mixture of red and blue in the distance, which looked like waves exploding from a fire thunder.
In a trance, he felt the sky and the earth darken.
Like a tidal wave, out leaped a thunder dragon made of lightning and fire, possessing the strengths of all beasts, violent and majestic!
This is……
"The Thunder Dragon of Beasts!"
(End of this chapter)