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Chapter 5308 5308 You don't talk about martial arts!

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    Tang Yongxing wanted to change his tactics. After all, he was an envoy of the king and a high-ranking apprentice. He couldn't just practice a half-baked holy method, and his sword skills were also not weak. Strictly speaking, he was actually stronger, but it was a pity that it was too late.  Before the remaining power of the sword dissipated, Luo Enen slashed down with another sword.

    Nine phantoms, with nine sword lights, nine thunders fell in the sky.

    At this time, Tang Yongxing had spent too much holy energy for that half-baked thunder method, and there was no time to re-condense the holy energy. Facing this terrifying Lei Wei, he just had to grit his teeth and persist.  In the first five thunderstorms, he could still use his holy energy to barely resist it, but when the sixth thunderstorm fell, the holy energy he had exhausted to condense it was completely exhausted.  Then, the powerful sword glow, carrying the destructive Lei Wei, blasted into his body without hindrance, shattered his internal organs, tore his meridians, and even his heart veins were blasted into powder.

    ? When the last thunderclap dissipated, Tang Yongxing stood there with a scorched face, green smoke billowing from his hair, and unwillingness and grief in his eyes.

    "You're talking about five thunders hitting the top. Is this still five thunders? It's obviously nine thunders. You're lying!" Tang Yongxing looked at Luo Enen opposite him and said tremblingly.

    He remembered very clearly that what Lonen just said was a thunderbolt.  But is it the five thunders that came down? It's obviously nine thunders from heaven. If there were really only five thunders, wouldn't he have just resisted it?  Tang Yongxing, who felt that he had been deceived, was very angry.

    "Uh are you really called the King of Thunder and Lightning? The five thunders refer to sky thunder, land mine, water mine, divine thunder, demon thunder, not one, two, three, four, five or five thunders, but also the King of Thunder and Lightning.  I understand." Luo Enen said with a look of contempt, but it was another rare opportunity to show off.

    "I don't care, I don't care, you lie, you don't talk about martial arts!" Tang Yongxing had no time and no energy to listen to her knowledge of the five thunders, exhausted his last strength to let out a roar, and then with a face full of unwillingness  Grief and indignation, deep remorse in his eyes.

    In fact, with his strength of the seventh rank of the Emperor Saint, even if he did not use the thunder method he is proud of, he should not be defeated by Luo Enen of the sixth rank of the Emperor Saint, even if he lost, he would never be defeated.  He deserved to lose so quickly and so badly, but the fault was that he was too confident in his Thunder Law, and that he was dazzled by the false name of the King of Thunder and Lightning.

    ?Lonen was caught off guard when he made the first move. He didn't have time to congeal the holy energy, so he never had a chance to make the second move.

    Who can be reconciled and not regret that a strong man of the seventh rank of the Emperor Saint dies in the hands of a little girl of the sixth rank of the Emperor Saint?

    "Ah Just as Tang Yongxing fell down full of grief and indignation, there was a mournful roar from beside him.

    The two long swords glued together suddenly separated, and Cheng Mofeng flew out spurting blood, just like Tang Yongxing, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

    Originally thought, relying on his cultivation of the seventh rank of Emperor Saint, coupled with the tyrannical sword he learned from "Tian Xing Luo Cang", it would be easy to take down a sixth rank of Emperor Saint, so he didn't kill the fat white man at all.  Put it in your eyes.

    In fact, the result of the first sword strike was not much different from what he expected. The two sword glows just met, and one of them shattered in the air. The fat man was also shocked so much that he vomited blood and took two steps back.  Logically speaking, the next time the sword light fell, the fat white man should die without a place to bury him, but what he didn't expect was that while he was retreating, the fat white man slashed out four more swords.

    After a full five sword strikes, the front of his chest was covered in blood, but Cheng Mofeng's remaining force of the sword was completely dispelled by him.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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