: 1521, I once dominated the Thunder

"Li Mu."
Zhang successfully saw the white Li Ning sportswear teenager, and a low voice in his throat.
This voice does not know whether it is joy or anger.
Li Mu did not pay attention to the expression of Zhang Chenggong.
He sat in the awning boat's penetration, his legs hanging on the water, and his mouth blew.
The six groups of white toxic smog that stagnate on the sea suddenly floated away and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the white poisonous mist that enveloped the [Dragon Dragon] disappeared at once.
"Five new brothers, there is work."
Li Mudao.
Standing next to him, wearing a purple new dress, is naturally in the Kunlun secret, the world's best known as the magic knife He Wuxin.
Hearing the words, He Wuxin's body shape changed.
The figure suddenly vanished.
The next moment, it appeared on the dragon.
Hey.
It’s as fast as a chain of lightning.
One palm and one palm, all shot on the heart of the poisoned Huaxia warrior.
"what……"
"Hey!"
Under the urging of the palm, the Huaxia warrior squirted a bite of stinky blood.
"what are you doing?"
The Huaxia warrior, who was not poisoned, was horrified and quickly blocked.
But how fast is He Wuxin's shot, how fast?
In a flash, all the poisoned Huaxia warriors were shot by him and all vomited blood.
At the same time, his figure, like a ghost, has returned to the awning boat.
The black little awning boat floats on the water.
"I don't know how to be good."
He Wuxin stood behind Li Mu and looked sullenly: "You have a group of eyes with no beads, and you have expelled the first strongest person in Kunlun from China. You should be crushed into this kind of misery, and you should not live."

At this time, the Huaxia warriors on the dragons and dragons discovered that the wounded who had been beaten by He Wuxin’s palms had a long-lasting breath and gradually turned into a ruddy complexion, apparently a poisonous body in the body. The blood was squirted out of the body.
It turned out to be treating the wound.
So, the look is very embarrassing.
In the eyes of Zhang Chenggong, there was a complicated look.
She had such a moment before, and thought about it, if Li Mu stood on the dragon dragon today, then why China was so bullied.
But I just thought about it.
At this time, there may be some regrets in my heart, but it is not a regret.
After all, Li Mu slaughtered hundreds of dragons and formed warriors, killing so many compatriots, this sin can not be forgiven.
Her heart is very clear, just now Li Mu did not set foot on the dragon to save people, but to let the same unfathomable companion shot, probably because, before the promise, will not set foot on the Chinese territory, once set foot on the dragon, it is considered Violation of the promise.
This person is very committed.
She did not care about He Wuxin's ridicule.
Some things are principles.
Must persist.
Not to mention the reaction of the Huaxia warriors, the strongmen of other countries, this time, have exposed their eyes and wonders.
This ghostly general awning boat, and the three people put on it, are not simple.
Not to mention that the purple clothes domineering personal law such as electric power, the palm of the hand to remove the poison of the Chinese military, said that the white Li Ning sportswear teenager, Zhang mouth blowing, it blows away all the white poisonous fog.
See the skill between understatement.
"Who is this Chinese?"
"When did China have such a master?"
"Why didn't he just shoot earlier?"
"However, it is not right to see the atmosphere of him and the official Chinese."
Strong countries are whispering with their peers.
For a time, I am not sure what the new three are.
The only certainty is that these three people are strong.
Very strong.
It is not appropriate to provoke it for the time being.
Umbrella on board.
"Ye brother, bother you."
Li Mu pointed to the luxury yacht in the Ganges Temple in the distance.
Bai Shusheng smiled and said: "Okay."
He took a shot at the waist.
The sound of the sword is moving.
Jianguang flashed.
Long sword at the waist, go back and return.
When I came, I had already cut off the flagpole on the luxury yacht and sent Yue’s head back.
at the same time
Puff puff.
Blood splashes like a fountain on a luxury yacht.
Before a sneer ridiculed the dozens of Ganges warriors in China, the head rolled like a watermelon.
Among them are the main sacrifices.
He stared blankly at the broken bones of his hand, his eyes were stagnation, and then a mark on his chest was highlighted. I don’t know when the sternum had been cut by Jianguang. Baisensen’s bones were cracked and can be clearly seen. The organ that is also opened inside, and the spine of the back cavity...
The Lord's ritual, the entire man, was cut into two pieces by Jianguang.
The figure slowly fell.
Only the high priest, Galava, looked blank.
On the white-skinned staff in the hand, a dent of a finger's thickness blocked the blow.
If there is no such staff after the transformation of the true God, perhaps just now, he will be sneaked into two pieces by a sword.
terrible.
Galava looked at the white scholar on the awning boat, and there was a fear in his heart.
"interesting."
The cold voice came from the inside of the yacht.
Just look at the blood that splatters everywhere, suddenly seems to be alive, wandering on the deck, and finally sink into a twisted blood snake, climbed into the hatch.
The body that fell on the ground, the blood in the water is like a water pump installed, directly flying out, like a flying snake, into the luxury cabin, and the body that lost the blood moisture, soon like a sand sculpture Dissipated, leaving only dry clothes.
All the blood has disappeared.
It disappeared and cleaned.
A group of blacks with red, as if mixed with blood mist, floated out of the luxury cabin.
Did not enter the body of the high priest Galava.
Two scarlet bloods were shot in the eyes of Galava.
At this moment, the breath of the high priest changed completely.
"who are you?"
He looked at Li Mu on the awning boat. The voice is very different from the previous Galava. It is the standard Chinese language.
Attached?
Take it?
The look of everyone has suddenly changed.
This is the true God of the Temple of the Ganges, and it is on the high priest.
Is the true God coming?
Things are getting more complicated.
Li Mu is still sitting in the bow of the boat, holding a green fish fishing in his hand.
"I? I said that you are a fellow, you believe it or not."
Others did not understand the meaning of the word 'hometown'.
But the high priest was slightly silent.
Obviously, he understood.
"Thirty-six days of stars, who are you?"
Asked the ‘high priest Galava’.
Li Mu fixed the rod on the bow of the boat, clap his hands and stood up. He said, "No one is."
"Why did the driver have to intervene in this matter?"

It’s just about trying to suppress you.

"Ha ha."
‘The High Priest Garawa’ sneered:
My strength has been restored. In this world, I can suppress me. People have, but they don’t contain the nameless people you hide and show... I am dead.

In his hand, he squeezed a handprint.
Suddenly, the law vibrates.
The low clouds in the sky, tumbling and condensing, instantly reveal a thunderbolt with a clear cloud pattern, slamming toward the awning boat
After smashing down, the kind of devastating lightning power suddenly caused the sea surface of a hundred meters to sink suddenly, as if it were trapped.
The strong countries of the country suddenly felt that their breathing was rushing.
This vision has already been regarded as the power of the gods.
However, the awning boat is still safe and sound.
The water surface sinks and it floats in the air.
The green fishing rod on the bow seems to be endlessly extended and still sinks into the sinking water.
Li Mu stood in the bow of the floating.
"In such a short period of time, it has returned to this level."
He raised his hand and snapped a finger.
Snapped.
The Thunder hammer of the Cloud Temple is instantly broken and dissipated.
A sound of cold air was sucked around.
The strong countries are stunned.
"I used to dominate the Thunder."
Li Mu explained to the shocked ‘high priest Garava’ in the bloody.
Then, as if to prove his own words, in the clouds of the sky, the thunder is overgrown.
The silvery lightning of the road is like a silver snake that is maddeningly dancing. The thunder and roar of the thunder is endless. The electric light illuminates a shocking face. Li Mu stands on the bow of the awning ship, and countless thunders His body is centered, as if he is circling in a pilgrimage, forming a thunder vortex that floats above his head.
This kind of picture and power is much more powerful than the hammer of the Thunder of the High Priest Galava.
Dominate the Thunder.
These four words, in this moment, come to mind everyone’s mind.
This is the real master of the Thunder.
"who are you?"
The ‘high priest Garava’ was upset.
He felt the threat.
Li Mu’s answer, only one word
"town!"
The thunder flickered, like a dense tentacle, stalking toward the ‘high priest Galava’.
"Xian Dong · Spring rain!"
'The high priest Galava' stepped back, his hands crossed the fairy, the blood black and black magic surged, the palms jerked, the black blood of the sky, like the cold rain in the spring and cold, the silky, endless Going to the thunder and lightning tentacles.
Nourish!
The sound of magic refining sounds instantly.
The ban on the ‘high priest Galava’ was in the face of Li’s thunder and lightning tentacles, and it was invulnerable and instantly incinerated.
"Ah..."
The thunder tentacles entangled him in an instant.
The screams sounded.
As if experiencing electric shocks, the shape of the ‘high priest Garawa’ violently twitched.
A lot of black and red magic is forced out from his body.
Eventually, the figure of the high priest Garawa fell.
And the black-red magic, shaped chéngrén, frantically struggling, but unable to struggle out of the thunderbolt network.
The mine net is shrinking.
The humanoid magic also shrinks.
The screaming sound of the thunder and the roar of the humanoid magic make the picture seem extremely horrifying and mysterious.
In the end, the humanoid magic is directly compressed into a ball of the size of the fist.
Li Muyi waved.
The sealed ball fell into his palm.
"He...has sealed the gods?"
"So easy..."
"Is he also a god?"
"It's a bit of a hassle."
The strongmen of all countries, after reading the whole process, burst into a cold hair in their hearts.
Such a character is like a demon.
What is his origin?
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