Tang Yongxing wanted to change his tricks. After all, he was a master of the king. He could not only practice a half-baked holy method, and his sword skills were also not weak. Strictly speaking, they were actually stronger, but unfortunately, it was too late. He had not yet waited for the sword.
The remaining power dissipated, and Luo Enen slashed down with another sword.
Nine phantoms, with nine sword lights, nine heavenly thunders fell in the sky.
At this time, Tang Yongxing spent too much holy energy for the half-baked thunder method, and he had no time to re-receive the holy energy. Faced with this terrifying thunder power, he just gritted his teeth and persevered. In the first five heavenly thunders, he could still use holy energy to barely activate it.
But when the sixth heavenly thunder fell, the holy energy he had condensed with all his strength was completely consumed. Then, the powerful sword light rushed into him without any obstacles with the destructive power of thunder.
In his body, he shook his internal organs and tore his meridians, and even his heart veins were blown into powder.
When the last thunder dissipated, Tang Yongxing stood there with a charred face, with blue smoke coming out of his hair, and his eyes were filled with reluctance and grief.
"You are talking about the five thunders, are they still five thunders? It's obviously nine thunders, you're lying!" Tang Yongxing looked at Luo Enen on the opposite side and said with trembling all over.
He remembered very clearly that Luo Enen just said that the five thunders were bombarded. But was it the five thunders that were bombarded? It was obviously nine heavenly thunders. If there were really only five thunders, wouldn’t he just resisted it?
Tang Yongxing, who was deceived, was very angry.
"Uh... Are you really called the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King? Five Thunders means heavenly thunder, land mine, water mine, divine thunder, demon thunder, not one, two, three, four, five, and five heavenly thunder, but also the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King, this is not the case.
I understand." Luo Enen said with contempt, which was a rare opportunity to show off again.
"I don't care, I don't care. You are lying, you don't talk about martial ethics!" Tang Yongxing had no time and no energy to listen to her popular science knowledge. He used all his strength to roar, and then he was full of reluctance and
Sorrow and anger, deep regret in his eyes.
In fact, with his strength as the seventh grade of Emperor Saint, even if he does not use the proud thunder technique and only uses his sword skills, he should not be defeated by Luo Enen, the sixth grade of Emperor Saint. Even if he fails, he will never be defeated.
It should have been defeated so quickly and so miserable, but the mistake is that he is too confident in his own thunder magic, and the mistake is that he is blinded by the false reputation of the Thunder and Lightning Dharma King.
Luo Enen caught off guard when he made the first move. He didn't have time to raise the holy energy, so he never had the chance to take the second move.
The powerful man of the seventh grade of the Emperor Saint died in a frustrated manner at the hands of a little girl of the sixth grade of the Emperor Saint. Who can be willing to do so and who can not regret it?
"Ah... Just as Tang Yongxing fell down with grief and anger, a sad roar came from the side.
The two long swords that were stalemate suddenly separated, and Cheng Mofeng's blood gushed out. Like Tang Yongxing, his eyes were full of reluctance.
I originally thought that with his cultivation of the seventh grade of Emperor Saint and the powerful sword that he learned from "Tianxing Luocang", he was not easy to deal with the sixth grade of Emperor Saint, so he did not even make Fatty White at all.
Take it seriously.
In fact, the result of the first sword attack was not much different from his expectations. As soon as the two sword lights were connected, one of them broke in the air, and the fat white man was shocked and vomited blood and took two steps back.
Then the sword light fell, and the fat white man should have no place to bury himself, but what he didn't expect was that while retreating, the fat white man actually cut out four swords in succession.
After five swords, the clothes on his chest were covered in blood, but the remaining power of Cheng Mofeng's sword was also completely resolved by him.