Qi Manyao opened her eyes wide, full of confusion. Looking at Duanmu He who was lying on the ground and twitching, her little head couldn't figure out what was going on.
Could it be...
She raised her head and looked into the sky.
There is a formation there, and there is a thunder cloud inside the formation being beaten up.
Suddenly, another lightning flash appeared in the thunder cloud, passing through the formation and slashing on Duanmu He.
Duanmu He,
Dead.
No matter how stupid Qi Manyao is, she knows that it is Wan Lei who is protecting her.
She was full of worry. That was a powerful Nascent Soul. Any one of them was a high-ranking existence for her. Wan Lei was now dealing with the attacks of the three powerful Nascent Soul Souls.
The thunder clouds in the sky seemed to be almost unable to withstand the attack power of the three Nascent Soul Powers.
"Hmph, fighting with us, you dare to be distracted to attack others. You really don't know how to live or die.
When I break through this thunder cloud, I will definitely tear you into pieces!"
"Old man Basin, you are the most popular. If you go out, I will definitely take action against you first!"
"Your turtle shell is already full of cracks. How long can you last?!"
Basin is right, the thunder clouds of thousands of thunder are indeed overwhelmed.
"Boy, I can't hold on anymore, run away!"
The little yellow dog returned to Wan Lei.
"What should I do if I ran away from Wanjia? My grandfather and my father are still down there!"
"I mean, leave this thunder cloud first, burst the thunder cloud for them, and then fight with them."
Wan Lei also knew that the thunder cloud could not hold on anymore. Instead of being broken by someone, it would be better to explode it yourself.
After making up his mind, Wan Lei flashed away from Thunder Clouds and directly used Thunder Escape to come outside the formation.
then……
"burst!!!"
With Wan Lei shouting loudly, the thunder cloud exploded and lifted the three Nascent Soul monks out again.
"Wan Lei!!!"
Qi Xiaoxiao and the other two were in a mess. Although their injuries were not very serious, as dignified Yuanying powerhouses, they were repeatedly injured by a junior Jiedan, which was undoubtedly a great humiliation.
Wan Lei no longer has any means to use it. He can't beat others at all, so he can only rely on self-destruction to barely cause some injuries to the enemy.
He had already self-destructed the thunder beast and self-destructed the thunder clouds.
Now outside the formation, he can only rely on the formation to barely suppress and resist the opponent. However, if this continues, the formation will not last long, and then he will have to explode the formation.
Then there is...self-destruction.
Wan Lei made up his mind. If the matter was really not to be violated, he would find a way to take Tianshuozi and Qi Manyao to escape first, and let his grandfather and father find a way to escape to the main mansion and then seek a future counterattack.
After all, if you keep the green mountains there, you won’t be afraid of burning firewood.
Three Nascent Soul monks bombarded the formation like crazy, and Wan Lei was desperately suppressing and maintaining it outside the formation.
Every enemy attack will aggravate his injury a little. He has no thunder clouds anymore and cannot recover quickly. He can only rely on the thunder power in his natal thunder Yuan to provide him with strength.
Wan Lei has always been optimistic and full of fighting spirit, but this time, in the face of absolute power, he can't see any hope.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to hold on for too long.
"kill!!!"
There was a roar in the north.
Wan Lei looked up and looked overjoyed. It was the arrival of reinforcements sent by the Lord's Mansion and the East Mansion.
It has only been an hour since the beginning of the battle. The reason why reinforcements came so quickly was because when they just received the enemy's attack towards the southern palace, the reinforcements immediately started.
"Lei'er, hold on, I'll help you!"
The old patriarch took the lead, and his powerful cultivation fluctuations broke out, and he rushed towards Wan Lei.
"Ha, I know that you are a Nascent Soul monk!"
Wan Lei put away his face, wiped his face, which was stained with blood, and swallowed some healing pills.
"Class leader, my formation will not last long. Let's go in and fight them together. With the formation there, it can prevent them from escaping."
"That's the point!"
"Hmph, arrogant, I want to see how strong you, Wan Yangfan, can be, even if you are really the Nascent Soul!"
Baxin snorted coldly and took the lead in killing Wan Yangfan who entered the formation.
A long spear appeared in the old patriarch's hand, and the water flow fluctuated on the spear. With one shot, the water flow turned into a water column and suddenly hit Basin's stomach.
"ah!!!"
Basin screamed, flew backwards, and fell heavily on the formation wall.
"You...you are the middle-level Nascent Soul!"
"What?"
"How is that possible?"
Qi Xiaoxiao and Duanmu asked, their faces changing dramatically.
"This old guy has not taken action for a hundred years, but has quietly cultivated to the middle level of the Nascent Soul. He is really pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"
"Everyone, gather the fire and kill this old thief first!"
Duanmu asked and finished speaking, he immediately killed the head of the Wan family.
With him taking the lead, Qi Xiaoxiao and Basin also followed and killed him.
He Xiaoxiao is a genius, and his disciples of Kaitian Sword Sect naturally have the ability to challenge the higher level.
"Lei'er, you go to heal the wound first, and leave it to me here."
"No, I said, I'll kill this old thief Basin first!"
Wan Lei swung his hammer and blocked Basin's way and fought with him.
"Little thief, do you really think I can't kill you?"
"Hmph, in one-on-one situation, I can't think of a reason to output when fighting an old thief in the early stage of the lower Nascent Soul!"
The hammer danced in Wan Lei's hands was full of wind, and he fought with Basin without any disadvantage.
In fact, he can bully Basin.
If it were other younger early-stage cultivators in the lower level of Nascent Soul, he might not have been able to fight.
Baxin is almost the same as Qiu Tianchi. They are both the Nascent Soul who breaks through after the age of the eldest son. They have poor talent and weak combat power, so Wan Lei has the confidence to fight with him.
On the other side, the old patriarch was surrounded by water, protecting himself, and also fighting with Qi Xiaoxiao Duanmu.
In the battlefield below, with the addition of the reinforcements of Wanjia, the defenders barely maintained their decline and resisted the enemy's attack.
The balance of the battle began to tilt towards the Wanjia side.
The battle was extremely fierce, and another hour passed without realizing it.
Wan Lei hit Basin's shoulder with a hammer and stopped panting.
Suddenly, thunder clouds appeared in the sky that covered the sun.
This is obviously not an ordinary natural thunder cloud, where thousands of thunders felt the breath of the way of heaven.
At the same time, a figure appeared in the air of Nanfu City with a long roar.
"It's Wan Hongxin!"
"This is his...Natural Soul Heavenly Tribulation!"
Whether it was the coalition forces or the defenders, they all saw Wan Hongxin's figure facing the heavenly tribulation in the air.