Forced to follow the love line by the villain boss

The strength of the thunder tribulation is closely related to the advanced level of the monk. Generally speaking, the higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the thunder calamity faced.

But apart from this, Lei Jie in the same rank also has strengths and weaknesses.From weak to strong are four or nine days of robbery, six or nine days of robbery, and nine or nine days of robbery.

The four or nine heavenly calamities are the easiest to overcome, but they have very high requirements on the conduct of the monks. They cannot be contaminated with karma or murder, which can only be achieved by Buddhist practitioners.

As for the Six or Nine Heavens Tribulation, the conditions are a bit more relaxed. As long as the karmic killings on the body are not particularly serious, you will face the Six or Nine Heavens Tribulation when you enter the stage. Although it is more dangerous, if you prepare well, there is still great hope. passed.

But the strongest Ninety-Nine Heavens Tribulation is also known as Death Tribulation.This alias has already explained everything. Those who trigger this catastrophe are all evil-ridden demons. Heaven cannot tolerate such a demon.

What Wen Rulan triggered was the Nine-Nine Heavens Tribulation, which is actually not surprising. He is such a sinful person who kills brothers and fathers, and he deserves to be punished by heaven and earth.

But Dao fifty, Tian Yan four nine, even if it is a death calamity, there will still be a glimmer of life left.It is not impossible to live through the ninety-nine catastrophes. Although I have never heard of anyone surviving this catastrophe, there is indeed hope for life.

Wen Rulan knew that the thunder calamity he was about to encounter must be the ninety-nine heaven calamity, so he sealed his cultivation to accompany Meng Xing and also to prepare for the event of crossing the calamity.

Even if it is a glimmer of illusory life, he will always give it a go!

However, Lei Jie, who should have been fully prepared and faced with the best state, came under such unexpected circumstances.

During the tribulation period, it was the consensus of the cultivation world to seal the cultivation base to delay the thunder calamity, and no one was discovered by heaven because of this, which led to the early arrival of the thunder calamity.

However, this "never" is coming to an end today.

The sky has eyes... Wen Rulan heard Zhao Yongyuan's words, he looked up at the sky, and looked at the thunder that struck him with terrifying power.

The sky has eyes, so the sky will not allow him.

Wen Rulan suddenly laughed, with self-mockery and arrogance in his laughter. Although he was completely unprepared for this catastrophe, and he had just experienced a big battle, his condition was far from as good as usual, but in the end...he did not May you accept your fate like this!

The tyrannical devilish energy recovered from the pill was released around him. He did two things. He used the devilish energy to push Meng Xing, who was closest to him, away from the range of Lei Jie's attack. Then, he used the devilish energy to Cover the whole body to provide protection for yourself.

The thunder calamity came extremely fast, and Wen Rulan's attack was also extremely fast, Meng Xing was pushed away from the thunder cloud before he could react in time.

He staggered a few steps, and immediately turned his gaze to Wen Rulan's direction after standing still. The dark clouds were heavy and terrifying, covering all the brilliance between the sky and the earth.

And in this gray-black sky, this blue-purple beam of light is particularly dazzling. It is so powerful that the human body is as small as a lonely boat in the sea in comparison, and it only capsizes in a moment.

The thunder light disappeared in a flash, but because it was too dazzling, it left a long blank in the field of vision. After Meng Xing regained his field of vision again, he was finally able to see Wen Rulan's situation clearly at the moment.

He still stood where he was, with a straight and stubborn posture.He survived the first lightning tribulation.

But this is not very joyful, because there are a total of 81 thunderbolts in the Ninety-Nine Heavens Tribulation, and their power increases one by one, and Wen Rulan still has [-] thunderbolts left.

Others survived the ninety-nine days of calamity without preparing for several years and betting all their treasures before they dared to compete with Tiandao for this chance of survival, but even so, they did not win.

And Wen Rulan was unprepared, he was almost certain to die!

What Zhao Yongyuan said was correct, on August 8th, Wen Rulan died in the siege, this was his doomed death date!

No!Meng Xing desperately denied it in his heart, so what if the opponent is Tian?Wen Rulan didn't accept his fate, and neither did he!

There must be a way, there must be a way!

Meng Xing suppressed his panic and rummaged through his card pool. This time, he drew more than 200 cards. In addition to the two SR cards, there were also about twenty useful R cards.

But...he looked at them one by one, and this one was useless, and this one was useless.The thunder in the distance kept coming, one after another, like a chariot rolling over the ground, people unable to breathe under the roar of thunder.

Meng Xing angrily threw all these cards on the ground, and among the scattered cards, suddenly, a card entered his field of vision.

It was a heaven-level defensive magic weapon, and Meng Xing's face showed a little joy. Although he might not be able to withstand a few thunderstorms, it could still provide some help to Wen Rulan.

He picked up the card from the ground and was about to use it, but another lightning strike struck him.

The thunder light was still aimed at Wen Rulan, but by chance, among the scattered thunder, a thin strand of lightning came near Meng Xing, where it should not have attacked.

The card has not been fully activated yet, but the lightning has swallowed up the pattern on the card, leaving only a void of scorched black.

Meng Xing stared blankly at the card in his hand. It no longer had any effect, but he still looked at it, looking at the black smoke that had been burned by the thunder on the card.

With a "bang", the next thunder came again.

Meng Xing was awakened by the thunder, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The thunder light never stops, and all those who dare to resist, or those who dare to resist, will be punished under Tianwei.

It is so lofty, for it, the mortal beings are nothing more than ants that live and die at one breath, even gods, and they are also powerless in front of it.

Meng Xing suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. There is a far-reaching saying in the world that the destiny cannot be violated.What is destined by heaven cannot be changed or reversed.

The previous two times the other party hadn't revealed his true face, and Meng Xing hadn't really understood the other party's strength, so he dared to make lies that violated the destiny.

Until now, when he faced Tianwei directly, he realized that all the struggles he had done were futile.

This is an impossible game to win!

Meng Xing let go of his hand, and the charred cards fell to the ground as he let go.He no longer has any movements, and no longer has any fighting spirit to resist.

Wen Rulan was still struggling under the thunder, his clothes were no longer intact, and his bright face was no longer as attractive as usual, on the contrary, the exposed skin was covered with scorched and bloodshot scars.

This is already No.30 Six Dao Lei, Wen Rulan has not been chopped into ashes, but Meng Xing's heart is already ashes.

Because he knows the ending, and he also knows that no power in the world can rewrite the fateful ending.

He gave up.

Four thunders.

The demon cultivators were frightened by the power of the sky, and also afraid of being accidentally injured by the thunder that destroyed everything, so they retreated a hundred miles away early, and only watched this scene from a distance. It is helpful to their practice, and because watching the devil being punished by heaven, wouldn't it be very satisfying?

Supported by his disciples, Zhao Yongyuan felt elated, and his injuries didn't matter anymore. As long as he could watch Wen Rulan, the devil, be wiped out by heaven and earth, all the price he paid today would be worth it!

Gu Feng didn't ask for help, he leaned on the ground with his sword.He looked at Lei Ting with complicated eyes, he knew that Wen Rulan deserved to die, and he never wavered in his determination to kill him.

He wasn't pitying the other party, but he was a little shocked. He thought that the sword intent of Yinglong that he had comprehended was already extremely powerful, but now that he thought about it, he could only get a glimpse of it.

He has never seen how powerful Ying Long himself is, but today he has seen the might of Huanghuang Tianwei, and only then did he know that true strength is able to overwhelm everything and swallow up all fighting spirits to resist.

It doesn't take much advanced cultivation or eyesight to see that no one will be spared from this calamity.

But there is still one person who has not given up. It's not that he doesn't know it's impossible, but he's just unwilling.So even though his body was covered with scars, and the protection condensed by devilish energy was shattered by thunder again and again, he gritted his teeth and fought against the might of the sky.

Wen Rulan deserved to die, but at least at this moment, Gu Feng admired him a little.

No.60 Three Thunders.

Wen Rulan's devilish energy was already exhausted, and his footsteps were a little staggering. He almost couldn't stand still, but he still stood stubbornly.

Others thought that he was struggling like this because he didn't want to die, and there was indeed a reason for this, but it wasn't the biggest motivation that Wen Rulan had supported so far.

He can't die, what does death mean?cold?pain?

It's not, it's a difference.

Perhaps just like the inexplicable catastrophe that came here today, Meng Xing is another catastrophe for him, which made him fall into it uncontrollably, unwilling to part with the other party, and unwilling to be unable to hold the other party's hand again.

But this obsession became weaker and weaker under the blows of thunder after thunder. Even though she was unwilling to reconcile, Wen Rulan knew clearly that he couldn't survive this catastrophe.

But he couldn't just fall down, at least not until he finished that thing.

Finally, Wen Rulan found an opportunity when the Thunder struck No.70 twice.

The non-stop thunder stopped for a moment, not because it opened the net, but because the strength of the last nine thunders will enter a new stage. It is accumulating power, and spiritual power from all directions is gathering in the thunder cloud, brewing Terrible thunderstorm.

And when the thunder stopped, Wen Rulan didn't take the opportunity to adjust her breath to ease her injury, but flew up and went to a person's side.

Meng Xing stared blankly at Wen Rulan who came before him, and at the scars on the other person's body.Those scars that were terrifying when viewed from a distance became even more shocking when viewed up close.

He was in a daze, but Wen Rulan didn't. He moved extremely quickly, without stopping for a moment, stretched out his hand to press Meng Xing's abdomen, and gave Meng Xing a little of his little devil energy left.

His brows and eyes were wrinkled, and his face was full of unconcealable anxiety. He kept looking up at the sky, and then at Meng Xing in front of him.

Finally, he found what he was looking for, and he crushed it with his magic energy. Meng Xing saw the notification from the system, and the Gu bug BUFF that had been following him disappeared.

This Gu worm has an effect that after the Gu planter dies, the Gu worm host will also die.This is what Wen Rulan has always been hanging in his heart. If he died like this, Meng Xing would die too.

He might not be able to escape today's catastrophe, but at least...

Wen Rulan handed a storage bag to Meng Xing, and said in a hasty tone: "Get out of here, there are Yi Rong Pills and some magic weapons for body protection in the storage bag, you have to change your appearance so that no one else will find out. "

For Meng Xing, a little demon cultivator in the foundation establishment period, no one dared to provoke him when Wen Rulan was around. Once Wen Rulan died, he would become a sheep among hungry wolves and be torn to pieces by the demon cultivators vying for the position of demon lord.

Even though he was in a life-and-death situation, Wen Rulan thought about Meng Xing comprehensively. He pointed out the way out for Meng Xing, and after telling him everything, he touched the other person's face with nostalgia, and traced the other person's eyes. The facial features, imprint every arc of it in the heart.

Then, when the "boom" thunder sounded again, he yelled at Meng Xing: "Let's go!"

After shouting, he didn't stay any longer, found a direction, and left far away. Lei Yun followed his movement and moved away from Meng Xing together.

During this period, Meng Xing didn't say anything to him, nor did he respond to him in any way. He was like a dull puppet, who could only move rigidly and mechanically. He took the storage bag from Wen Rulan, But he didn't leave as he said.

There is no point in leaving, Wen Rulan's death means the failure of the game, and this dream will also shatter.But again, there is no point in fighting, because that enemy cannot be defeated.

Meng Xing had already recognized the reality, but his heart of ashes and despair seemed to be shaken when he saw what Wen Rulan had done to him, and when he left him and was engulfed by thunder again.

The momentum of the thunderbolt was unprecedentedly huge, stronger than the previous 72 thunderbolts. The aftermath of the thunderbolt rippled to the ground, and the sand and gravel cracked under it.

At the same time, some floating dust was blown up by the dead ash, revealing the embers that had not been completely extinguished underneath.

After the earth-shattering sound, another thunderbolt strikes down. After enough spiritual power is accumulated, there is no need for any pause between the last nine thunderbolts.

The thunder light lit up Meng Xing's pupils, and the fire burned in them.

The fire intensified, renewing the angry strength of the stiff body.Meng Xing's fingers holding the storage bag were clenched tightly one by one, the knuckles turned white, and the veins were exposed.

"Isn't Meng Zejun the god you created? Why does he have to die?! Why do you treat him like this?!" Meng Xing yelled at the sky, questioning every sentence.

But his questioning was like the roar of ants, which was submerged under the even louder thunder, not to mention that the sky couldn't hear it, even other monks couldn't hear it.

But something heard it, and the system let out a long sigh in Meng Xing's mind, its tone was low and helpless: "Because Mr. Mengze did something wrong."

Meng Xing was stunned, and then he retorted angrily: "What kind of wrong thing is it? What is right and wrong?! Or is it wrong just because the sky doesn't allow it?"

"He was wrong." The system interrupted Meng Xing. It didn't explain what it did wrong, but its tone was very strong: "There is no need to question or refute this. He just did something wrong."

"Meng Xing, including what you are doing right now, is also wrong. Wen Rulan deserves to die on this day. All resistance or obstruction is wrong." The system gave Meng Xing an answer that he had never thought of. At the same time, he It also gave Meng Xing a second choice that he had never had before: "The game does not have to be cleared to leave, you can choose to give up and end this mistake."

At the same time as the voice fell, Meng Xing saw a prompt box pop up on the system interface, which was a prompt to exit the game.

Meng Xing's original intention of clearing the mission was to return to his real world, but now the way to leave was in front of him, but he couldn't press it.

He looked at the four big characters "quit the game", and then at Wen Rulan who was surrounded by thunderbolts in the distance.

It was already No. 70 five thunders, and the demon energy was also shattered under the power of the thunder, and he was about to be wiped out.

It is said that before a person dies, the past will flash before his eyes like a revolving lantern. Meng Xing was not on the verge of death, but he also saw these flashing memories.

Like a film flipping rapidly, he looked at Wen Rulan one by one. There were Wen Rulans with different expressions.

Finally, the picture freezes on the back of Wen Rulan leaving alone after saying the word "go" to him.

Wen Rulan is ruthless, has a vicious personality, and is a scum that everyone despises, but everyone else has the right to scold him like this, only Meng Xing does not.

He has tried his best to hold everything he can give in front of Meng Xing.

"What if I don't want to quit?" Meng Xing asked suddenly.

The system is silent.

The system interface suddenly started to flicker, the prompt box for exiting the game was moved to the corner, and a card with the back side up appeared on the center interface, with a number on top of the card.

This is the card drawing interface. Meng Xing is very familiar with it. As for the number on the top of the card, it shows the number of times the card can be drawn. Meng Xing has already drawn all the times, so the number displayed is 0 now.

But suddenly, the 0 jumped and became a 1, and the gray card also lit up with a bright edge that could be drawn.

"Is this...?" Meng Xing asked in confusion.

"Meng Xing, make another choice." The system didn't explain, it just repeated with a sigh: "Once again, make your choice."

The cards with the back facing up suddenly started to move, like a train solitaire, they were lined up neatly, and cards with different effects hidden flashed across the center of the interface.

The system interface is a transparent light curtain. While Meng Xing was looking at the system interface, he was also looking at Wen Rulan, who was submerged by the lightning.

It is already No.80 Dao Lei.

He didn't hesitate anymore, he just stretched out his hand firmly, and among these tens of thousands of cards, he grabbed the one that was secretly pulling him.

"Let me be wrong to the end." Meng Xing muttered.

He took the card out of the card pool, and the moment he got it, the card became a reality and appeared in his hand.

After the No. 80 thunder light dissipated, Wen Rulan had exhausted all available methods. His cultivation base was split, his magic weapon was shattered, and he could no longer stand on the spot, but fell powerlessly in the mud on the ground.

The front of his chest was soaked in blood, and the blood oxidized and turned a dull red, a shocking red.

He looked at the sky, and there was only the last one left.

And he has no spare strength to resist, No. 80 a thunder will burn his body and split his soul.

His death is approaching, some people are worried, but more people are happy.

Zhengdao wished for the death of the devil, which was the purpose of their encirclement and suppression today, and the demon cultivator, although he listened to Wen Rulan on the surface, secretly hoped that he could pull Wen Rulan off his horse and take the position of the demon master himself.

For a moment, the two sides of the battlefield, which was almost completely burned by the thunder and should be full of killings, turned out to be happy.

Everyone looked at the sky in unison, waiting for the last lightning strike in the thunder cloud.

This is the last one, and also the most powerful one.Throughout the ages, there have been countless amazingly talented people, like Wen Rulan, there are quite a few monks who can survive the No. 80 thunder tribulation, but there has never been a person who can survive the last one.

It is said that the power of the last thunder is almost equal to the sum of the first eighty, and according to what the monks saw, it is indeed as rumored.

Terrible power was accumulated in the thundercloud, and the horrifying aura was rising steadily, almost wanting to kneel down and express surrender in front of Tianwei.

But before the thundercloud accumulated and struck the last thunder, something else seemed to appear.

Gu Feng was the first to notice it. He frowned and looked towards a corner far away from the thunder cloud. There seemed to be a cold and terrifying aura that was rising continuously, even faster than the thunder cloud condensed.

Soon, other people also noticed that it was the leaders of the top factions, and they also looked at that corner.

More and more people diverted their eyes and were attracted by the things in that corner.

Such a huge thunder shouldn't be taken away by other things, but this happened just like that, without any rehearsal, just because of that powerful force that cannot be ignored.

Even Wen Rulan, who was facing Lei Ting directly, couldn't help averting her gaze before dying.

In the focus of everyone's attention, it was a man, a man who should have been inconspicuous.

The cultivation base of the foundation-building stage, in this great battle, can only be the lowest-level miscellaneous soldiers. Most people don't know him, but looking at him at this moment, they can clearly feel a chill penetrating into the bone marrow.

Practitioners should not be afraid of cold and heat, let alone feel cold and hot, but at this moment, all the monks in the field felt as if their blood had been frozen, a chill rose from their hearts, and their limbs trembled under the opponent's breath.

Among the people who didn't know each other's identity, Wen Rulan was an exception, and Gu Feng was also an exception. He remembered that this man was the one who pretended to be Wen Rulan to lure him away that day.

He also remembered the other party's true cultivation, which was undoubtedly the foundation period, but where did this terrifying power come from?

Moreover, he also felt a sense of familiarity from this breath...

But how is it possible?What he used was the sword intent left by Ying Long, and that was the only thing left by Ying Long in this world, no one could emit such a similar breath.

But as this aura continued to grow, the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger. What's more, Gu Feng felt that the other party's aura was far stronger than the sword intent he used, almost like Yinglong himself. As in person!

The rest of the people had never comprehended Yinglong's sword intent, so they didn't have such a sense of familiarity as Gu Feng, but they were also full of doubts about this person. This rising strength has surpassed the period of transcending tribulation, and it is not like a human being. It's time to have some strength.

Wen Rulan was also puzzled. He didn't understand why Meng Xing's strength had grown so fast, nor did he understand how the other party did it.

But at the same time that he didn't understand, some faint spots of light seemed to rise in his eyes that were already completely shrouded in the shadow of death.

"What is he holding in his hand?" A sharp-eyed monk called out.

Everyone heard the sound and looked, only to find that the man kept his head down, holding something like a wooden sign in his hand, which seemed to be thinner than a wooden sign, but not as flexible as paper, and couldn't tell what it was. But it is certain that this thing is the source of that deterrence.

What exactly is that?

No one knew the answer, except Meng Xing.

He looked at the card in his hand, and at the gold border around the card representing SSR.

He suddenly laughed lowly, and said to himself while laughing: "The trump card to turn the world has finally come to me."

At the same time as his laughter fell, Leiyun finally gathered his strength, and a loud noise resounded like the earth splitting in the clouds, fine lightning flashed, and the last thunderbolt was about to strike.

The crowd was diverted again by the loud noise, but Wen Rulan and Gu Feng were still staring at Meng Xing's direction. The former was reluctant, even if he was dying, he wanted to fill each other's eyes with the last sight he saw, and the latter The other is puzzled, he wants to figure out where his familiarity comes from.

Cultivators' excellent eyesight allowed them to see clearly the pattern on the front of the card that Meng Xing suddenly flipped over.

It was a black dragon, a dragon with wings.

Ying Long.

It was just a pattern painted on the card, but each scale of the dragon's body shone with different luster under the light. Same as in the card.

The side of the dragon's face was facing the outside world, revealing only one closed eye, and the dragon's body curled up behind him, motionless.

But as Meng Xing held the card in front of him, a golden streamer suddenly flashed around the card.

Wen Rulan was looking at Meng Xing, and Meng Xing was also looking at Wen Rulan.

"I will—" He raised one corner of his lips towards the other party, showing a somewhat ostentatious smile: "Invincible!"

His last word fell, and the last thunderbolt smashed down from the sky!

At the same time, the golden streamer around the card also completed a circle, gathered in the center of the card, and lit up the golden dragon eyes.

The dragon on the card opened its eyes, like the finishing touch, it was endowed with the vitality of free movement, and the same complete and powerful divine power as the God of War himself.

Black mist poured out from the card, turbulent and fast, they quickly gathered in the air, first the dragon body, then the dragon claws, dragon scales, and finally the pair of wings that stretched across the world.

Ying Long fluttered his wings in the air and let out an earth-shattering roar, even the thunder could not cover it up!

Everyone was startled by the roar of the dragon, and before they could turn their heads, they saw the huge shadow flying over their heads.

It rushed past without stopping for a moment, and finally, before the thunder struck Wen Rulan, it blocked it in mid-air.

The purple thunder collided with the black giant dragon, and the thunder rumbled continuously, like a war drum, continuously increasing the power of this last thunder in the sky.

Meng Xing is the same, he controls the power of the god of war, the black dragon roars and roars, tearing apart the thunder that destroys everything.

The black mist that made up the dragon's body was continuously being split, and the thick thunderbolt was also continuously shrinking, but neither of them had any intention of retreating.

Destiny is predestined and cannot be changed, he does not allow anyone to change the ending he set!

Meng Xing wanted to change it!

The blue-purple thunder light scatters in the sky, illuminating the surrounding world into white, but the black dragon body blocks this light, protecting the people below firmly under its own shadow.

Finally, after a stalemate that lasted as long as a century, the forces that should not exist in the two worlds collapsed.

The dragon's body was split apart, its scales were scattered, and it fell downward, like a rain of blood without blood.

The thunder was shattered, leaving only a few tiny streaks of purple lightning flashing in the sky.

After such a huge collision, there was an almost silent silence.

No one spoke, and no one dared to speak.

They couldn't speak at all, because of the sudden appearance of Ying Long, and because of Wen Rulan's death, which no one should have survived alive.

Although he didn't survive with his own strength, he did resist all 81 thunderbolts, and the thunder tribulation ended.

It's not over!

Meng Xing knew this very well, he walked to Wen Rulan's side step by step, his brows were full of solemnity.

Before Wen Rulan had time to feel the joy of escaping from death, her expression changed again.

Because the thundercloud did not dissipate, the purple lightning was still shining in it, and it began to accumulate spiritual power again, brewing the No.80 second thunderbolt.

This was Thunder that violated the rules he set himself.

"How could this happen?!" Even the orthodox monks who were looking forward to Wen Rulan's death were extremely shocked at this moment.

The way of heaven is ruthless and affectionate, and the four or nines of the sky will always leave a glimmer of life for people. Even the most vicious devil, if he can really withstand the test of ninety-nine heavenly calamities, he will spare him.

But he won't be lenient with Wen Rulan, he will definitely die on this day!

The spiritual power was extracted by the thunder cloud, and the spiritual energy that should have been everywhere was now evacuated, and they all flowed into the clouds to gather together to form the No.80 second thunder that represented the inviolable will of heaven.

Breathing seemed to start to become constricted. After the spiritual power was exhausted, the monks felt more or less uncomfortable and feared to flee immediately.

As long as the Thunder Tribulation stays away from its coverage area, it will not affect innocent people.But this one in the sky is obviously not a thunder calamity, it is not for a test, it only comes to destroy the world!

Some monks really started to run away, they wanted to escape from here far away.But some people didn't leave, not because they were not afraid of death, but because they knew they couldn't escape.

If this thunderbolt really strikes, not only Wen Rulan will die, but everything around him, even this world, will be destroyed.

Since there is no escape, why not witness with your own eyes the final success or failure of this man who dared to fight against the law of heaven?

The eyes of the people left behind all focused on Meng Xing. When this man became serious, all the frivolity and sloppyness disappeared, and people only felt that he was as cold as a blade and as majestic as an emperor.

Wen Rulan stared blankly at Meng Xing standing in front of him, he could only see Meng Xing's side face, but only the side face was Meng Xing he had never seen before.

The thunderstorm was accumulating strength, and Meng Xing was also gathering the power of the god of war that had been split by the thunder. The scattered scales turned into black mist and gathered in front of him, no longer in the shape of a dragon, but in the shape of a sword.

This is...

"Excalibur Glee..." Gu Feng murmured.

There is no mistake, this sword gave him the same feeling as the remaining sword intent in the Longyuan Rift. He only needs to comprehend a trace of the sword intent, and he will have the power to leapfrog to challenge the tribulation stage. This man named Meng Xing has What he needs is the complete power of Yinglong, so he can challenge the Heavenly Dao.

Yinglong is a god who is good at killing, and his sword is said to have the power to cut off all tangible things.

However, after all, he is only a god conferred by the Dao of Heaven. Although he is tyrannical, whether he has the ability to resist the Dao of Heaven is an unknown answer.

Because Yinglong will not oppose the way of heaven, he is the god who protects the way of heaven.

But right now, the divine sword was in front of Meng Xing.He came to give that answer!

Thunder flashes, and the wind howls.

Amidst the sound of wind and thunder, Meng Xing's sleeve robe was blown rattlingly, but he himself was like an unshakable mountain, and also like a magic needle that fixed the sea. The storm couldn't blow him a little bit. .

He looked up at the growing thunderstorm in the sky, and shouted the name of the person behind him: "Wen Rulan!"

Wen Rulan was taken aback by the shout.

Meng Xing never looked back, he kept looking at the sky, Lve Ying Sword became more and more concise in front of him, showing more and more sharpness.

Finally, the moment the sword's edge was completely condensed into shape, the world-destroying Thunderbolt also accumulated its strength.

It didn't hesitate, just as everyone expected, it struck down the sky-destroying thunder!

The thunder light was dazzling like never before, like a scorching sun falling rapidly.

And before Lei Guang walked up to Wen Rulan, Meng Xing also reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

"God wants you to die—" Meng Xing roared angrily, as if using all his strength: "I don't want you to die!"

He jumped up, held up the legendary invincible sword, said to the sky, and swung the next blow!

The thunder light that destroyed the world was blocked by the sword, but it was never split. The two sides were in a stalemate in the air, neither willing to give up half a step.

Cracks appeared on the edge of the sword, and gaps appeared in the thunder light. The veins on Meng Xing's arms were tense. He roared angrily, and swung his sword forward.

The crack on the sword edge further expanded, but before it broke, Lei Guang was also cut into a deep gap, and the sword light crossed the icy arc, completely cutting Lei Ting into two pieces.

The thunder that broke into two pieces scattered around, destroying everything that passed along the way. The nearby sand, gravel, vegetation, and crowd of onlookers were not spared.

But it couldn't affect those who were blocked by Meng Xing.

Meng Xing still didn't stop, his sword was still moving forward, after cutting through the world-destroying thunder, he cut through mountains and rivers, the ground under his feet, and even this world.

The earth began to shift, and the complete world could no longer remain intact, it was split into two halves.

One half began to fall, the other half began to slide, and then, before they were completely separated, they were already swallowed by the thunder that swept across the sky and the earth.

When the light reached its limit, all the colors disappeared, and the purple thunder turned into pure white.

Meng Xing became the only shadow in the white light, the black shadow elongated in the white light, and everything was annihilated in the light.

But the area covered by Meng Xing's shadow is like the eye of the storm. No matter how frenzied and frightening the outside world is, the eye of the wind is as peaceful as a paradise.

And in the white chaos in front of him, Meng Xing heard that cold and familiar voice.

"game..."

The system interface paused for a moment, and the cursor kept blinking after the last word, as if it was difficult to make a decision.

Finally, it delivered its verdict.

"to be continued."

The author has something to say: The third dream is over.

=. = I have a habit of talking about the theme of this article before the opening of each article, but I didn’t mention it in this article because I feel a bit spoiler.

Now it can be said that the theme of this article is - fighting against the sky.

→_→And, the last small theater of copywriting is coming.

感谢在2020-06-0400:10:01~2020-06-0500:47:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: QAZWSXWDCRFV2;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles of Taowei, QAZWSXWDCRFV; 1 bottle of Xihua;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!