The reflection of a red dress, like a dancing trumpet flower in the strong wind, pulling it with plain hands, Qingyunmen's supreme magic "Divine Sword and Thunder True Art" used in her hands, which was full of atmosphere. Under the vast power of the sky, the sharp sword energy pierced the sky. At this moment, there was a great power that captured the power of heaven and earth, just like the lightning of the thunder python and the lightning snake scattered across the nine heavens.

On the big ship she stepped on, and even in the Turkic camp on the shore, everyone felt cold. Song Lu opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but found that he could not say anything. Although she was a woman, the current situation could only be described as "looking at the world".

Song Lu could even feel the disdain in her eyes.

"I give Hongyan, flapping her wings above the nine heavens, looking down on the world, and never sticking to others. My pride, backbone, and dignity are all placed on the sword. Hongyan is self-reliant and self-reliant in this life. I will take back everything that the woman has brought to me and what I have lost with my sword!"

With a proud and arrogant look, looking down from the sky, the figure in red clothes, blood-like roared, and the lightning in the sky flashed and thunder rolled, spreading from afar, as if tearing the sky and the earth.

At this time, even the people on the ship could not bear the terrible pressure. Song Lu was in a daze, his face was pale and his silver beard was messy, and he seemed to have been greatly insulted and hit. Song Shidao didn't know what he saw in Fu Hongyan's eyes. He just supported his uncle and looked behind his back at the domineering figure in the air.

Li Yuanji was in panic all day long. He didn't even have the interest to take a look at the body lying at his feet. He curled up like a stray dog ​​to avoid Fu Hongyan's gaze.

All this only happened in an instant. At this time, someone in the Turkic camp finally reported it and shouted loudly: "What a courage!"

A Turkic master with a high nose and deep eyes and messy hair and beard grabbed a steel spear and tore out of the camp with a thunder sound. He stared at Fu Hongyan on the mast, his muscles twisted into a rope, stretched like a bowstring, and his whole body bent into three tricks, his chest and arms opened, his waist, legs and body opened into a bow, and finally his eyes and true energy opened the last bow.

Like a marble sculpture, the solidified body is filled with abundant power. The spear in the hand is an arrow, the power, and the true energy is pouring out. The spear bursts out like a meteor, shooting upwards.

"Stupid!" Lu Li said coldly.

Just between this spear, the thunder in the sky seemed to have found a catharsis point. The thunder python and the electric snakes were entangled and gathered together at the speed of light, and slashed straight down along the steel spear.

The Turkic master could not even make a sound, and his flesh and blood disappeared in the lightning without any resistance, turning into coke and falling to the ground. The semi-melt spear was inserted obliquely on the ground beside him. The thunder that had accumulated for a long time in the sky seemed to have found its leader at this moment, and millions of thunders rushed towards the Turkic camp frantically.

With that steel spear as the center, thousands of thunders rush together, bringing a terrible atmosphere of ruining the world.

"God...god!" Li Yuanji was so scared that he trembled all over and collapsed on the ground.

Fu Hongyan didn't realize that the scene of her controlling thunder and holding the heavenly punishment in her hand brought to everyone present, she didn't even care about who the Divine Sword's Thunder True Art killed. Only those who could survive in millions of thunder are worthy of her facing up to face.

"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. A sword that will sway people in the city, and a country that will be loved again. Wouldn't you know that swaying the city or swaying the country? A beautiful woman is hard to get again!" Lu Li whispered softly, then sighed deeply: "I am truly worthy of being the supreme beauty. A woman with amazing talents can compatible with the magic sword thunder control technique with her own sword technique..."

Lu Li's eyes were full of bitterness and sighed: "In contrast, a guy like me who can't even control the plug-in of my adventure is really... If Hongyan meets that guy, it would be the most suitable one!"

Chen Ang's shadow appeared in his mind. He knew that Fu Hongyan was so crazy and proud that she was under her confused appearance. If she met Chen Ang, she would either be reborn because of her crazy pursuit of power and possess the power to look down on her. Or she would lose herself because she was too obsessed with power.

At this time, the Turkic camp had been completely turned over by Thunder. Three thousand Turkic elite soldiers turned into a pool of burnt corpses. Countless famous Turkic masters were not famous under Song Lu and Song Zhi, but they turned into ashes in front of them. At some point, Ning Daoqi also came to Lu Li. Looking at the thunder light rushing in the sky, his eyes seemed to be yearning for and complicated.

The Turkic Khan and two or three Turkic masters were surging with sharp true energy that was not like this world. They struggled in hell-like thunder. Although they were embarrassed, they had no worries about their lives.

Seeing this, Song Lu advised Fu Hongyan: "Miss Fu, the Turkic barbarians have offended you. You can kill them, but the Turkic Khan cannot be killed!" Song Zhi next to him also echoed: "The Turkic prince took his own death, but he must not kill the Turkic Khan! If the Turkic rises up and invades the border, we are all sinners..."

But I don’t know if Fu Hongyan heard them or not, she slowly walked towards the center of Thunder. The violent thunder turned into gentle flowing water when it touched her sword energy, entangled with her true energy. A gorgeous flash surrounded the beauty in red, beautiful and dangerous.

Everyone could only watch her walk to the Turkic Khan, lifting her sword to the level of her eyebrows. When Yu Yanran smiled, the sword shadow suddenly blew across the void. Fu Hongyan was like painting a painting, wielding the sword intent, connecting this thunder prison-like celestial phenomenon.

"Fu Hongyan! Stop!" Hasim finally stood up and tried to stop her.

"Don't you know that the beauty is hard to get again in the beautiful city and the country?" The sword technique of the two-cultivated Zhenwu was revealed in this world for the first time. The shadow of a peerless beauty appeared in the gathering of thunder, like Fu Hongyan's eyebrows and eyes, and smiled brightly, but Hasim was like a dead father's eyes, roaring in Turkish.

The true energy of the divine fire that he vigorously inspires was like a piece of paper among the beauty transformed by the true energy of the thunder, vulnerable.

Hasim had heard of this woman who wanted to practice and practice both martial arts and inherit two traditions in the main god space. However, due to religious reasons, he looked down on women from the bottom of his heart, thinking that Fu Hongyan was just a toy that dominated men. But it was not until this time that he truly faced Fu Hongyan's two self-created Hongyan sword techniques that he understood the horror of this woman for the first time.

"Who told me that Fu Hongyan is a woman who doesn't care about her appearance?" Hasim shouted in Turkish Turkish: "She is just a narcissist! Madman! Narcissism has reached the threshold of God's closure!"

Not a narcissist, who would create an absolutely perfect self in the sword intent?

If you are not a lunatic, how could you touch the threshold of God’s closing because you fall in love with yourself?

Hongyan’s sword technique is a poem created by a narcissist who falls in love with him wholeheartedly, praises him, and creates for his lover. This is a dual-cultivation sword technique, which is danced by Fu Hongyan and her sword intent. No wonder Fu Hongyan can use the magic sword to wipe the ground with the true art of thunder, while using the sword intent of killing ghosts and gods to kill all powerful people who fight against heavenly thunder without fear.

The Turkic Khan couldn't hold on even in a daze, and his head was cut off by the thunderous sword intent of the Hongyan.

Hasim was really screaming so heartbreaking this time that he was heartbreaking and in pain.

He said crazily: "Fu Hongyan, Shenwu, I will never finish it with you!"
Chapter completed!