Chapter 2393: Thunder

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The light of energy rolled over the bodies of more than a dozen saints and returned to the side of the purple scorpion to disappear. The saints of the Jiatu family who looked at the scene through the passage were all stunned.
The unarmed and empty fists solved more than a dozen saints from the Daofu family, which made them very shocked. You must know that these are not ordinary saints, but holy people from the family of Daofu. Their fighting power is strong. They can be killed in the face of the same level of purple eyes.
At this moment, Kathuchi is very glad that he had no other ideas at the beginning. Otherwise, Jiatu’s loss will not be small.
You know, so far, the scorpion has not used the sacred soldiers.
They were shocked, they did not make any noise, their eyes were on the front, and it was obvious that the battle was not over yet. It was precisely that it was just beginning.
Put away the corpses of the saints, the purple scorpion is standing still, his sight starts to move, seems to be searching for something.
"Hey!"
The next moment, from his eyes, the light of gold and silver was shot, just as it was just now, carrying powerful destructive power and smashing the space.
Hey! Hey!
The energy of the ripples stirred up in that space, causing the emptiness of the void to tremble.
The light of the blasphemy that can easily kill the saints is shattered, and a tall figure emerges from the void. The atmosphere that he exudes from his body is very powerful and is a holy king.
It was his attack that broke the purple, but it was not easy to break. He saw his palm on the palm of his hand, and there were two blood holes.
Looking at the holy king, Zi Yan said faintly: "Hurry to stop bleeding, the blood of the Holy King is very valuable!"
There was no anger on the face of the King, and there was no movement, as if he deliberately opposed the Purple, letting the Holy Blood pass. It is not that he does not want to stop bleeding, but in the attack of the purple scorpion, there is a strong rule. At this moment, the force of this rule is attached to the wound and it is difficult to be expelled.
The Holy Blood could not stop, and the Holy King clenched his fist and punched him with a punch.
The void began to distort, and the pressure of the Holy King was scattered. It belonged to the unique pressure of the Holy King, locking the purple scorpion and oppressing the purple sable.
But this pressure has nothing to do with the current purple sable. The light flashed on his body, and when the pressure was close to the body, it naturally dissipated.
He also made a fist and chose to fight hard with the Holy King.
"boom!"
The two big punches collided, and the powerful energy began to oscillate, forming a strong destructive force to spread out.
Under this fist, the shape of the purple scorpion swayed slightly, and it was re-established in the same place. As for the sacred king, it was flying backwards dozens of meters away. On the previous wound, there was blood spewing out.
The body of the purple scorpion has strengthened a lot in that world, and with his realm of being close to the holy king at the moment, it is not a holy king who can fight.
"Go to death!"
The fallen king of the king was completely provoked, and he saw that he was holding hands in the sky, and the sky above his head was twisted, and a gleaming ray of glare, and a strong breath of the palm print appeared out of thin air.
This palm print with a vast pressure, directly to the purple scorpion, wherever, the void seems unable to withstand this force, is fiercely twisted.
In the face of this obvious use of the technique of the palm print, Zi Yan's response is relatively simple, I saw him clench his fists, punched his head to the top.
I saw a straight fist, and went up against the sky, colliding with the palm print.
boom!
Strong collisions, the fist light and the palm prints are broken, and the energy that turns into shackles is scattered.
"Hey!"
With the bursting of the palm print, I saw the hand of the holy king, with a long knife. He held a long knife and flew toward the purple sable, his eyes flashing cold cold.
This knife is very fierce and very decisive!
It is the peak of the Holy King.
The purple cicada looked slightly positive, the fist above the clenched fist, the next moment flashed the light of gold and silver, after which a more powerful breath broke out from his fist.
He made a fist, punched, and met the blade.
"Peng!"
A shock, the blade was broken, the speed of the purple fist was not reduced, and the power was almost not weakened, hitting the chest of the king.
Hey! Hey!
The energy of the scorpion entered the body of the Holy King. The body of the Holy King fell back and the sound of broken bones continued to ring.
The retreating King, the whole body shines with a strong light, that is his own energy light, belonging to the Holy King's immortality. The vitality of the cockroaches surged in an instant, and the external force in the body was expelled, and the broken bones were constantly restored.
It’s just because of the rules unique to Zi Yan, this recovery is a bit slower, but not fatal.
"Hey!"
At this moment, the purple scorpion rushed forward, and the body shape almost flashed, and it was in front of the sacred king. The speed was fast, and the sacred king was chilling. After that, he quickly shot a palm, which was shot directly on the head of the king.
The energy of the cockroach was instantly infused from the head of the king.
The body of the Holy King fell to the sky below.
This blow, if I changed the saint, I don’t know how many times I died. However, the saint of the body, the body is still surging with the vitality of life, even if the purple sputum used the yin and yang energy, they did not immediately annihilate each other's vitality.
The throne of the Holy King made the cicada very unexpected, but he never killed the Holy King, so he no longer hesitated at this moment, and his body continued to rush down.
"Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!"...
But at this time, those who have been hiding in the dark are appearing and rushing toward the purple scorpion.
These are the holy kings, and as for the hidden holy people, they all retreat toward the rear.
There are four holy kings in full, rushing toward the purple scorpion, and two went straight to the wounded holy king.
If you say a big family like Daofu, you can not put the death of the saints in your eyes, but the death of every holy king is a great loss for them.
Therefore, they can't watch each other's accidents.
"Hey!"
Looking at the four holy kings who came straight to him, there was a sneer in the corner of Zi Yan's mouth. I saw him behind him, and the thunder of the sky appeared. The speed of the trip went up in an instant.
His whole person, rubbing the edge of the attack of the four holy kings, escaped the four attacks, and came to the injured king.
"Go to death!"
The two holy kings came to support, worried that the purple sneak attack, so they held weapons and killed them.
In the hands of the purple scorpion, a glimmer of light flashed, and a long rifle appeared, causing the suffocating sacred soldiers to appear.
The long gun, like the poisonous dragon, went straight and went straight to the injured king.

Hey!

Hey!

During the period, the attacks of the two holy kings fell on the rifle, but they were all shaken by a huge force, and the bodies of the two sacred kings flew out.
And this gun is straight into the eyebrows of the injured King.
"puff!"
The pike pierced the eyebrows, and the energy in it entered his knowledge of the sea, annihilating his vitality.
This time, the vitality of the Holy King, but lost its role, directly suppressed by the holy soldiers, and then annihilated.
Above the pike, a brilliance is shot, and the brilliance entangles the body of the saint, and then disappears with the body of the saint.
A holy king, fallen!
Six of the kings from the Dove family lived, and their faces were very ugly, especially after seeing the poles in the hands of the purple scorpion flowing with colored light and releasing the pressure of the holy soldiers.
Through the passage, the monks of the Jiatu family felt cold in their hearts.
The sable killing of the saints is entirely a massacre, but even in the case of the sacred king, the battle took over the overwhelming superiority at the beginning, and it took only a long time to destroy a holy king.
"Is that holy soldier?" Kathuchi said, looking at the holy soldier in the hands of Zi Yan.
"Yes, that is what the goddess gave him personally. It should be specially selected by the goddess." Jiatu Huangtou nodded.
"The power is really strong!" Kathuchi wins and marvels.
At this moment, Zi Yan stood with a gun, and the thunder of the sky flickered behind him. The thunder of the whole body shone, and it looked like a of war.
The breath of the six holy kings is obviously stronger than him, but they dare not go forward.
The atmosphere was so stagnant, it seemed to be very depressed, and no one spoke during the period. The space is suppressed by this breath, as if it becomes very viscous, making it difficult for people to breathe.
"There are some means!"
At this time, an indifferent voice sounded, only the void was distorted, and a space channel appeared, from which a young man emerged.
When the young man came out, he looked at Zi Yan, and his mouth was filled with a smile. "Long time no see."
Purple is not talking.
Behind the youth, there are four more people. They are all holy kings, and watching the breath of their whole body should go a long way on the road of the holy king.
Of course, the young man is Dove Hill. This body also has the existence of the of the bones, and there are ten holy kings next to it, which makes the purple scorpion feel a lot of pressure.
The only thing that made him feel grateful was that Daofuer was only a saint and did not break through to the Holy King.
"It’s a small slap in you, and it’s killing so many of us.
Dove Hill sneered at the purple sable.
"It's their own death!" Zi Yan responded indifferently.
Dove Hill reached out to the purple sable, and Zixi looked at Daofu Hill~EbookFREE.me~ What else did he do there, killing so many people, how can I do without some compensation? This holy soldier is good, get it back. Said Dow Hill.
The purple cicada heard it, and it felt like it was wrong. After seeing the other party rushing to hook him again, he laughed and said: "What do you want for my sacred soldiers to compensate?"
Dove Hill said with a faint smile: "It seems that I have forgotten what you said before. Can you not do it with him?"
Dodge reached out to the front and saw a person appearing in the void. The man fell in the void, surrounded by a luminous chain, on top of the chain, with a layer of seal.
As he struggles every time, there will be a light on the chain, and the light will enter the other's body, and then the face of the other person will immediately show a painful touch.
"Thunder!" Looking at each other, Zi Yan whispered.

Ps: Sorry, sorry, late!