Vol 3 Chapter 303: Thunder light rain

Thunder and light rain did not enter the body, restored some of the injuries of the people, but also restored some consumption.
This is what Laiper is stunned. It turned out that it was not the potential that inspired itself, but the role of these thunderstorms.
The end of the light rain is a saint.
Seeing this sacred scent of rain and light, Lei Bai said excitedly: "I know that the Lao Lei people are not afraid of death!"
He is very excited because he proves his choice is right!
Cheers are ringing!
Those who were willing to follow Leibo to die have made the right choice.
There are still some people who have a sly expression. For a moment, he thought that the leader would run.
As for those who are guilty, it is stupid, and I did not expect it to become like this.
"I said, no one is really afraid of death, just our battle, what is the point?"
Six-star Turner said: "Don't you expect such a four-star sacred to save us?"
At this moment, the voice of the purple singer sounded, "A saint, can't save everyone."
Turner laughed and prepared to say something.
"But we fight to cultivate our Holy Rebe! Even without this sacred character, we still have the meaning of fighting!"
Zi Yan said: "Because we are from the San Lei people, we are one of the four saints! Our ancestors told the world with countless blood and fire battles. We are one of the strongest tribes in the Holy Spirit. On the battlefield against the enemy, we are only killed and not scared away!"
"it is good!"
Among the crowds, there was a good voice, and the previous low morale rose again.
Turner looked at Zi Yan and said: "This is a meaningless battle! You are letting everyone go to death, we have more important things to do, not to die here!"
Zi Yan smiled lightly and said: "Maybe! But I will stay here today, even if I die, I willingly! If you are willing to leave, let's go and do your big thing!"
"Death battle in the end!"
"We are in the throne of the Holy Rebe, will you be afraid of a group of miscellaneous soldiers?"
The morale of the crowd is soaring, and the crowd is constantly clamoring. Obviously, there are many people who are not afraid of death.
Zi Yan glanced at Turner, smiled coldly, and then immediately swept through the crowd.
"And, who said we will die here?"
I saw him in front of him, and there was a blank sacred sign. The purple scorpion was unpredictable and began to draw characters.
His movements are extremely fast, and every sacred character is in one go.
Once these sacred symbols are formed, they will release the thunderstorms themselves, falling to the bottom and sinking into the bodies of the Holy Spirit.
One, two, three, and five, the number is increasing.
With the superposition of the number of St. Regis, the space of the place where the purple scorpion stands has become extremely turbulent, and there seems to be a horrible atmosphere in the faint.
"No, stop him!"
Some people saw the situation is not good, shouted loudly.
Lei Bai shouted: "The people who are not afraid of death, block them!"
With countless light points immersed in the body, the injuries and consumption of the people have recovered a lot. Those who have previously lost the power of re-war have regained their fighting power.
Coupled with high morale, the San Lei people who broke out in an instant showed an unparalleled power.
The sable is still in the picture, and the speed is getting faster and faster.
These appearing sacred characters flew to the distorted space on their own.
After the success of the tenth sacred symbol, Zi Yan was quickly retreating. The place where he was originally established, the space was madly twisted, the ten sacred symbols began to stir, and then thundercloud appeared.
Bang!
The thunder is rolling and deafening.
Ten saints disappeared, and thunderclouds shrouded the sky.
"This is the wrath of Ray!"
On the face of Zi Yan, there was a smile and continued to write the eleventh note.
Among the thunderclouds, the thunder surged and the heavens and the earth darkened.
Then, a huge thunder rang, and a thunder broke through the thundercloud, illuminating the dark world.
The Thunder seems to exist in reality, broken in the sky, turning into more thunder and light rain.
boom! boom! boom!
The thunder rolled, and the thunder continued to break through the clouds, like a thunderbolt, falling from the sky and decomposing from the world.
It has left countless thunderous forces, flooding the area and providing power to all the San Lei people.
For the Holy Spirit of the San Lei people, these thunder energies are comparable to high-quality medicinal herbs.
For those enemies, the power of the Thunder, which is filled with countless small attacks, is very troublesome.
The sable is still in the drawing, and the paper is pulled by itself and enters the thundercloud.
With the superposition of the sacred symbols, Thundercloud began to expand, and the area filled with it is getting bigger and bigger.
All the Holy Spirits of the Holy Rebes are cheering with excitement, because there are countless vitalities in the Thundercloud, and in this case, they all have an undead feeling.
The injury is recovering quickly.
Consumption is also recovering quickly.
Their combat power is naturally improving.
Listening to these cheers, the pale purple eyes, a smile on his face.
There are several Thunder Dragons breaking through the clouds, making a sound of dragons and then breaking down.
In this case, there are like thunders roaring in anger.
At this critical juncture, Ray's anger has saved everyone.
And this thunder of anger comes from the Leizheng family.
At this moment, in addition to thanking the Lei Zheng family, Zi Yan also wants to thank the guys who had made troubles.
Those people succeeded in delaying his time, which reduced the casualties.
Of course, Zi Yan will only thank him in the heart, and will not give any action. If he does not expect it, those people should be Hu Huanshan’s people.
They were also sent to Hu Huanshan for information.
And compared with the other holy spirits who fought around the blood, they obviously did not contribute.
The thunder is rolling, and with the help of the power of the Thunder, the Holy Spirit on the side of the San Lei people is the more brave.
On the contrary, the enemy, in this region, was stretched and severely suppressed.
The battle is gradually changing ~EbookFREE.me~ However, this requires the constant drawing of the purple, keeping the thunder of anger has always existed.
After all, the number of enemies is far more than the purple side.
The consumption of purpura is getting bigger and bigger, but it doesn't care.
Although the Shenglei side lost his most powerful combat power, but the thunder of the thunder, it has improved everyone's combat effectiveness, vitality, and resilience.
"Everyone insists that the final victory is still us! Because Zi Yan can't keep going."
The sound of cheering in the crowd.
Zi Yan said with a smile: "I really can't hold on, but you can guarantee that you can stick to it?"
"Of course we can stick to it, because we have a lot of people! When you can't draw a character, it's when you die!"
There was a cold sound coming from below.
Zi Yan smiled and said: "Is it? More than people, can you live more than the Holy Rebe?"
boom!
There were huge earthquakes on the horizon, and the thunder of horror was fluctuating.
Then, countless thunderous lights appeared in all directions.
Like a bigger encirclement, it surrounded everyone.
A red figure, like a red thunder, rushes to the forefront, and there is also a cold sound, "One does not stay!"
It’s a matchless!