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Chapter 195 Sun Poxian Falls

"It turned out to be the senior of the ancient Thunder God, but the younger generation is now more polite."

Jiang Xiaoliu clasped his fists and said.

Thunder God smiled wryly, and waved his hand: "Okay, I'm a crippled body, just trying to live, what qualifications do I have to dare to call the title of Thunder God again, right now, just use your strongest thunder method, or just rely on me. Remnant spirit, I'm afraid you will die today."

"Okay, since Senior Thunder God said so, the junior will not be polite."

Jiang Xiaoliu pinched the formula with his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "Yimu Thunder Needle!"

As soon as this lightning needle was formed, Lei Shen still didn't care, but although he was forced to be driven by others, the arrogance in his bones was still there. It's really embarrassing for a junior to attack first, and besides, his true spirit is still in the Jagged Battle Banner. Follow the river to cast spells.

The innate wood god thunder power in the Yimu Thunder Needle is still gathering, and it is a hundred times mana in a blink of an eye. Jiang Xiaoliu used the mana crystal again, and the thunder power in the Thunder Needle has exceeded two hundred times, three times as visible to the naked eye. Hundred times, four hundred times. . . . . .

Thunder God was shocked: "Boy, how could it be possible for you to have such a huge mana and true energy in your body, which has grown a hundredfold. Even in ancient times, I have never heard of such a mysterious supernatural power. Who are you?"

The lightning needle has condensed five hundred times the mana essence, and the surrounding space has been shattered layer by layer by the shock of the huge thunder mana. The powerful force even prevents the space storm from the space crack from gushing out. There were infinite thunder flashes in Lei Shen's eyes, as if trying to see clearly how Jiang Xiaoliu managed to store hundreds of times the thunder in his body without being blown up.

But Sun Poxian couldn't wait any longer. The power of this tiny lightning needle seemed to be far greater than that of the previous Yimu God Thunder. He was forced to summon the Thunder God Remnant at the cost of his own potential just now. A lightning needle, even if it is desperate to summon another god to come out, I am afraid that it will die.

"Thunder God, what are you in a daze for? Quickly kill him, or else I'll kill you first, my lord."

"Hahaha!" Lei Shen smiled instead of anger, looked at Jiang Xiaoliu with a face full of relief, and said, "Okay, okay, okay!"

"I haven't been born for ten thousand years. I didn't expect someone like you to appear in the world. I think the Qing Emperor's inheritance will not be buried by you."

"Jinxu, you can stop now. Such a powerful lightning rod is enough to destroy my remnant spirit. After my death, there will be a ray of the power of the original law of the Dao of Thunder that will exist for a short time. You must collect it, otherwise you will be killed by the Iron Blood War." The flag was collected again, and I was summoned again after paying a certain price. I am the god of thunder in ancient times, and I have been controlled by people for thousands of years. Enough is enough, why not take advantage of your sobriety and fulfill you, the descendant of the Qing Emperor, and you will be regarded as a worthy death."

Sun Poxian heard something was wrong, and shouted: "Thunder God, you dare to disobey me. Believe it or not, I will wipe out the last trace of your remnant spirit right now."

Thunder God ignored the furious Sun Poxian, and still said to Jiang Xiaoliu: "You heard it, quickly use this type of magical power, let me experience how the current Taoism compares to the ancient ones before I die, I have a hunch , can die without regret, hahahaha!"

Lei Shen completely gave up his defense, opened his arms, and faced Jiang Xiaoliu.

"Hey!"

Jiang Xiaoliu sighed heavily. It is a pity that the majestic generation of the ancient Thunder God was reduced to the end of being enslaved. It is at this moment that Sun Po Xianyu is dead and the net is broken. I am afraid that he has been driven by people as a puppet in a chaotic state.

"Senior, go all the way."

Jiang Xiaoliu didn't hesitate any longer, and inspired the Yimu Thunder Needle with five hundred times the mana of the blow.

The thunder needle was soundless, piercing layer after layer of space. Although Thunder God is only a remnant spirit, there is still some Thunder Dao Rhyme remaining. It is impossible for ordinary people to attack him, let alone find Thor.

"Stab!"

The thunder needle gently sank into the center of Lei Shen's eyebrows, and Lei Shen slightly closed his eyes, with a relieved smile on his face, and at the same time his body slowly disintegrated and shattered, only a trace of 36 thunder prisms stood in the void, slowly rotating, However, it was turned into a soft wrap around the fingers by the lightning needle, and a ball of thunder returned to Jiang Xiaoliu's hand in an instant.

Sun Poxian suddenly lost control of Thor, a big mouthful of blood protruded under the traction of the Qi machine, his face was like gold paper, and his aura was exhausted to the extreme. He looked at Jiang Xiaoliu with resentment on his face, and roared in a low voice: "You, You, you are very good, this is the ancient true spirit of Thunder God that my ancestors of the military family worked so hard to collect, you dare to collect it, you wait, you wait, the anger of my military family is beyond your imagination."

Let's talk, Sun Poxian was once again wrapped in the Jagged Battle Banner, breaking through the space, he was about to get in and escape.

At this time, a suspended Yimu lightning needle silently appeared in front of the battle flag. With just a light stab, this magic weapon passed down from the prehistoric period and refined by the quasi-sage was pierced through a small hole. , but from that small hole, countless murderous auras of iron and blood suddenly surged out, among which were mixed with some real spirits of gods, Buddhas and demons with missing arms and legs and full of hideous faces, all screaming, ecstatic, desperate Get out and escape in all directions.

However, the Yimu Thunder Needle, which was five hundred times more powerful, was also shattered by the iron-blooded murderous aura that exploded from this treasure. Jiang Xiaoliu opened his delusion-breaking eyes, and was about to find the flaws in the iron-blooded battle flag to prepare for a one-hit kill. But he was surprised to find that a ray of familiar aura escaped along with these true spirits.

If he hadn't possessed the delusion-breaking method of the Earth Sha 72 transformation, opened the delusion-breaking eyes, and was extremely sensitive to ghosts and gods, then Sun Poxian was extremely cunning, and those who didn't know would think that he was still hiding in the iron-blooded battle flag, This is indeed safer, but it is only for a while. This person is also a talented and talented arrogance. He simply abandoned the military treasure, the Iron-Blooded Battle Banner, and when the treasure was broken and countless sealed true spirits escaped, he turned into a wisp. The bloody murderous aura escaped together.

I thought it was perfect, but I didn't expect to be discovered by Jiang Xiaoliu.

"Tianwen's first sword, Hushen!"

This sword couldn't last even during the normal fusion period, and he was beaten to death by life and was still in the illusion without knowing it, but Sun Poxian was only unconscious for a few seconds and then quickly broke free, which shows that his strength is extraordinary, but just this A mere few seconds is enough to decide life or death.

When he opened his eyes, nine hundred times Yimu lightning needles pierced through nine big acupuncture points all over his body, completely sealing his consciousness and mana. With Jiang Xiaoliu's big move, Sun Poxian was terrified Raised in hand.

"The successors of the military family are nothing more than that. Relying on the treasures of the predecessors, with only this little combat power, and boasting that I will destroy me, it is simply courting death."

Sun Poxian yelled: "Jinxu, you and I are of the same generation. I heard that you were favored by the Taoist ancestor, so I came to challenge you. We are competing fairly, and there is no need to divide life and death. Besides, I am a direct descendant of an ancient military family. The next generation The successor of the Patriarch of the Military Family, if you kill me, I am afraid that the Dao ancestors will not be able to protect you, why don't you let me go, and I will lift the ban on the iron-blooded battle flag, how about giving it to you?"

Jiang Xiaoliu sneered: "You treat me as a fool. Even if you give me such a magic weapon, it will be difficult to refine it for a while, and you escaped with your life, and you will immediately ask the family for help. Will you spare me then? What about one life?"

Sun Poxian was at a loss for words.

Jiang Xiaoliu pinched a lightning needle and said, "The next generation of the Patriarch of the Military Family needs to be replaced!"

"No!"

Sun Poxian's shrill scream pierced the sky, and one of the heirs with the strongest potential of the military family fell completely.

(End of this chapter)