"How dare you, a loser like you, laugh at me?" the short old man said ferociously: "Don't worry, kill these people in Kunlun, and I will slowly play with you."
After saying that, the tail behind the short old man whipped towards the third uncle who was adjusting his breath with the force of thunder.
"Click."
The rock surface was torn apart, sending up choking smoke.
The third uncle fled in a panic, scattering silver needles all over the sky from time to time.
"Ding ding ding."
The silver needle fell on the short old man's tail, like hitting an iron block, and the rhythm sang softly.
"How long can you hide?" The short old man took a step forward, and when he reappeared, his right hand fell on San Bo's shoulder.
"Stab it."
The clothes, complete with flesh and blood, were torn off by the short old man.
A trace of pain flashed between San Bo's brows, and he bumped his right arm horizontally, using the force of the rebound to rush forward.
"Kunlun Nine Thunder Talisman."
San Bo closed his hands, and a piece of bright yellow talisman paper was held between his fingertips.
It ignites spontaneously without fire and flies without wind.
"Gathering thunder."
Sanbo's sleeves were swollen, and the talisman burned into ashes floated into the air in the dark night.
"Boom."
Dark clouds were falling, lightning and thunder suddenly gathered on the top of the hump mountain.
The short old man looked at this scene with great interest and sneered: "I'm not even afraid of real thunder disasters, so what's the point of such a small fight?"
The third uncle turned a deaf ear and raised his hand to draw thunder.
The short old man stood in the center with a smile and flicked his fingers.
The purple turtle shell enlarged above his head, as if protecting him as a shield.
"Boom."
The first thunder struck, and the thunder pillar appeared in white light, as thick as an arm.
The turtle shell remained motionless, absorbing all the thunder and spinning rapidly.
San Bo's expression remained unchanged and he continued to draw thunder.
"The second thunder."
"The third thunder."
"The Seventh Thunder."
It wasn't until the eighth thunder that the purple turtle shell began to fall downwards, as if it was losing ground.
"Have you had enough fun?" The short old man glanced in the air, and said with sharp teeth exposed on his lips: "After you have had enough fun, it's my turn."
"The Ninth Thunder." San Bo turned his palm over and pinched another talisman paper.
"Death." The short old man stepped forward, his long tail rolled up, blocking the way to life in all directions.
The third uncle greeted him with his talisman and did not retreat even half a step.
The monstrous fire wave spread from the center of Sanbo to the surroundings, coupled with the falling ninth thunder, the top of the hump mountain at this moment was like a purgatory on earth, like a dream.
I was hugged by Tieshan and stared at Sanbo's figure.
Until he was covered in fire waves, my tears flowed silently down my cheeks.
"Master..." I shouted softly, my voice trembling: "I am Third Uncle."
"Don't be distracted. Uncle Xinglan is fine. He must be fine." Lingxi pretended to be calm, and while helping me apply acupuncture to suppress the evil spirit, he turned to look behind him.
"Why isn't Master Jingyue coming?" Ji Qinghe said in a tearful tone: "With the Thirty-Six Swords of Kunlun here, how could Master Xinglan end up in this situation."
"No wonder Master Jingyue, Kunlun is tens of thousands of miles away from Mojiazhai, how do you want her to go fast?" Pei Chuan said calmly: "Thirty-seven people are on the road, which is different from Master Xinglan's convenience."
"What happens here cannot be hidden from other forces, and there will be no peace on the road."
"I just hope that Uncle Xinglan can last longer..."
