Chapter 497: Thunderball

"Boom!"
The sword rain that covers the sky shoots into the white giant salamander with the terrible purification power, and directly crushes the white giant salamander, but the sword rain is also purified by the purification power.
A total of 729 swordsman's awns became much darker in an instant, and more than half of them were directly purified, but there were still hundreds of sword rains rushing towards the holy sword Carme.
"Oh!"
Milo's body flickered, his body broke through the speed of sound in an instant, and rushed towards the hundreds of swords flying out of the sword.
He once devoured a special elixir, and even practiced a special method of refining. His physical strength, even the bloodwolves and half-orcs who are famous for their strong physical strength, was inferior to them. .
His body, each muscle, is a special armor, enough to withstand the attack of shells. Unless it is a special armor-piercing shell, ordinary shells, it is really impossible to hurt him.
The power of the body is known as invincible under the Jindan.
"Boom!"
Milo slammed his fist at more than three hundred Jianmang.
With a punch, the void shook, and the air was torn directly into a crack.
The terrible punches burst out, like missiles flying through the air, leaving a huge vacuum hole. The speed of boxing is extremely fast, breaking through the speed of sound instantly, setting off a thunderstorm. At this time, this boxing mang was like Wulai Mountain of Buddha, who wrapped more than 300 sword mangs in it.
"Holy fist!"
Such a punch fully contained Milo's full strength, and even to a certain extent, was comparable to Lin Feng's physical strength today. A punch was thrown, not to mention groundbreaking, but it was enough to destroy a building, even those giant warships, impossible to shake the power of this punch.
"Uh, uh ..."
The boxing and the sword are colliding together, as if steel was hitting each other, and the sound of metal cross-talks kept ringing.
Under the collision, the boxer and the swordman dissipate together, but the boxerman's dissipation speed is significantly faster than that of the swordmann. After the boxerman completely disintegrates, the swordmansmant still has hundreds.
"Come again!"
Anderson's body flickered. The flesh broke through the speed of sound in an instant, and then continued to accelerate. In the end, it reached 1.5 times the speed of sound, which is comparable to Lin Feng when he has not yet become a five-element immortal body.
In his hand, a white scepter emerged with full control.
Inferior treasure, black feather scepter.
Such a scepter was obtained hundreds of years ago from the ruins of the buried battlefield of immortals, and is said to have been left by a four-winged angel. The purifying power of the scepter is extremely ridiculous. At that time, he teamed up with seven people and defeated the twelve dark knights of the blood defeated god. The blood couldn't stop them from leaving. No.
What's more frightening is that such a black feather scepter has those special abilities. Once it is displayed, even the real Jindanqi strong will be affected to varying degrees.
"go with!"
Anderson waved the scepter, a breath of horrifying purifying power, gushing from the scepter, rushing towards the hundreds of remaining swords.
Such a surge of purifying power swept across, like a storm blowing out of thin air. Wherever it swept, even the air was purified by this purifying power, and vaguely white air waves could be seen.
It seems that even the hardest steel, if contaminated by the power of purification, will evaporate directly in an instant.
"Zizi ..."
Hundreds of swordsmanships are also difficult to resist the horrifying power of purification, and are finally completely purified by the power of purification released by the scepter.
Even the body of Feijian was severely eroded by the power of purification, and the sword body buzzed and shouted, unsatisfactory wailing.
Lin Feng withdrew the flying sword. This is the first time that the flying sword has been truly damaged since Bai Enci got the flying sword.
Feijian was damaged, and the soul of the sword was also damaged. Xianyuan injected and nourished the damaged Feijian. Lin Feng injected some magical spirits, and Feijian returned to peace.
"Master Lin, if you only have such a flying sword, today is your death!"
Anderson held the scepter and smiled coldly.
The other six Paladins, standing to the left and right of Anderson, had the same cold face.
"It is indeed worthy, it is comparable to the mysterious feather scepter of Chinese treasures. Its power is really terrifying!"
"The violent power of purification can damage Feijian. In addition to Andersen's Tianxian Realm, Master Lin, if there is nothing else, the battle today can be said to have been divided."
"I was still thinking, to see if this Master Lin can force a wise man to shoot, now it seems that this possibility is very small!"
"However, it is impossible for Kunxu to enter the world of martial arts.
"Keep watching, and hope not to let us down!"
Dongtian Lord and those who are hidden in the world, sighed in unison.
From the beginning, they had no hope of whether Lin Feng could win. The most important reason to gather here was to want to see the wise.
If Lin Feng can defeat the seven Paladins, they will be able to force the wise men to take their shots, and they will be able to take a chance to see how advanced the wise men are after hundreds of years.
The best result is that Lin Feng's bottom line shows that he and the wise men have suffered a mixed defeat. In this way, if they want to get the secret of Kunxu, they will have greater hope to find the secret of longevity.
"Do you think that only you have real treasures?"
Lin Feng twitched his fingers, and a quaint bead appeared in the palm of his hand.
Inferior treasure.
Call Thunderball!
This is the treasure left by the descendants of the dark witch he got in the cave under the god's pillar on the shore of the East China Sea.
The treasure has the spiritual imprint left by the of witches. It was the treasure that the descendants of the dark witches had buried themselves in the battlefield of the immortal war hundreds of years ago.
Such a thunderbolt can communicate nature and summon the power of real thunder and lightning. The power is amazing. Although it is a top-quality treasure, the power of thunder and lightning is enough to make it comparable to some Chinese treasures. Even compared with the black feather scepter in Anderson's hands, it is not necessarily inferior.
"Boom!"
Lin Feng held the thunder bead yet to be sacrificed, the thunder sounded in the void.
The sky roared, like a missile with an amazing amount of bombs, constantly exploding in the void, and the air was torn open above the sky, one after another.
As the sound of thunder continued to sound, the blue light of the Tao began to emerge on the thunder bead, and the light flickered, like an electric mang, constantly exploding on it.