Draw the talisman with blood and smear it on the palm of your hand.
Three defensive formations with seventeen levels of force slowly rose up and spread all over the body.
The Taixuan Sword shines brightly.
Under the dark night, one man and one sword rose into the sky.
His body skills are elegant and his sword moves are agile.
The spiritual power of Kunlun's nine peaks gathered at the third peak, and was completely absorbed by this sword.
Thunder, white thunder.
It is as big as a walnut, and the speed of its descent is visible to the naked eye.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this eleventh thunder is ordinary and does not have any lethality.
It is so weak that it can be scattered with a slap.
However, as a person involved and as a person who has overcome the disaster, Su Xinglan is well aware of the horror of this thunder.
The power it contains is the sum of the previous ten thunders.
Even if it's worse, it's not much different.
Therefore, he was very nervous and did not dare to take it lightly.
The supreme ruthless sword move, the thunder talisman in the palm of his hand, and the defensive formations set up are all the means he can use now.
As for the way of being, it’s not yet time to sacrifice it.
The feeling in the dark told him that this thunder would not kill him.
Maybe he will be dying, but he will definitely not die.
In this case, the strongest trump card should naturally be reserved for the most powerful "opponent".
The sword light flashed again and again, and the moment it touched the white light, the Taixuan Sword suddenly left the palm.
"cut."
Su Xinglan remained unmoved, his weak momentum rising steadily, as if he was returning to the light.
A full blow from the seventeenth level of martial arts, the sword energy penetrated Bai Lei.
It's so beautiful, just like the heavy snow on a winter night.
But the next moment, white light enveloped Su Xinglan, causing his forward movement to come to a halt.
"Cut again."
He has a ferocious face and uses his fingers as swords.
"Bah."
The blood mist wraps around the fingertips, and the thunder is released.
White light, dimmed.
Su Xinglan's pupils shrank sharply, and blood spilled into the air.
His right arm holding the sword had bones visible in the injured area.
"Bang bang bang."
Three consecutive explosions and three defensive formations bought him less than five seconds.
As soon as he landed, he immediately spread his left hand.
"Draw thunder."
The talisman reflected his eyes that looked back upon death, and the extremely unwilling anger was burning like a raging fire, almost real.
"Boom."
The remaining thunder spirit struggled fiercely under the wrapping of the talisman, as if it had life.
Su Xinglan's breathing was ragged, his steps staggered and he said: "Destroy."
The lingering sound of the word "annihilation" echoed, and the talisman exploded uncontrollably.
His whole body rolled down from the edge of the cliff into the open square, dying and unable to move anymore.
There was a dazed and dissociated look in his firm eyes.
The blood in the mouth was pouring out in large amounts.
"Junior brother, Xinglan."
Du Qirui had no time to evacuate and hid under the eaves of the main hall on the third peak.
At this moment, he rushed out anxiously and said: "Why don't you use the main peak's luck? Why don't you use the Supreme Ruthless Sword Formation to resist?"
"You will be unscathed by this thunderbolt."
"You risk your life in exchange for a seriously injured body. What's the use of having no trump card next?"
"Confused, stupid."
He tremblingly poured out the Jiuzhuan Dan and stuffed it into Su Xinglan's mouth: "Bai You said that you are not allowed to die. I want you to live well and live for her."
"Su Xinglan, did you really hear that?"
"Wake up, don't sleep."
"I can't sleep, I really can't sleep."
The great elder Kunlun, who was always rigid and strict with his disciples, burst into tears and even lost his crutch.