All the people are in the deafening thunder in the eyes, they stare at the moment was swept into the scorched hillside, can't believe their own eyes.
On the hillside, the original fierce pursuers were confused. They looked at the fallen troops in front of them unbelievably, one by one, as if they were petrified, motionless.
They did not understand at all where the fierce thunder and lightning came from!
"Ha? Not dead yet? I have to chop you! You dare to strike me with thunder! Yong Lei, I'm your ancestor! " The monsoon smoke eye sees that there is a small group of people on the opposite hillside who have not been killed by the thunderbolt. At that time, they tear off a piece of clothes, quickly write the second thunderbolt with blood, lift their hands and swing their swords!
Boom!
The sound of the second wave of thunder is even more deafening. In a moment, the sky thunder comes again, and the dense lightning staggered!
In a flash!
On the hillside, there was not even a standing shadow. There was only a piece of burnt body left, which fell straight on the ground.
The whole world, after a moment, became very quiet, only a burning smell from the hillside in front of the wind into the nose.
The monsoon smoke is half squinting, as if to make sure that the five thunders will completely blow the opposite side into slag.
She didn't notice that the guards standing behind her were already gaping and gaping, as if they had seen ghosts.
"Just Just now What happened? " A bodyguard began to shake his voice. If he had not seen it with his own eyes and killed him, he would not believe it. Their young lady waved two swords at the sky casually and sent the pursuers of hundreds of people to hell.
"I I don't know... " The leader swallows his saliva. He is the nearest to the monsoon smoke. He witnessed the whole process, but He didn't understand what happened.
He saw that his young lady drew a series of ghost symbols on her clothes with her own blood, then threw them into the sky, and then scratched them with a sword. On the opposite side, two pieces of thunder clouds split them into cinders
After confirming that the opposite side was dead, monsoon smoke contentedly threw the heavy sword into the strong man's hand, dried the blood on his fingertips, turned to the guards and said, "what are you doing? If you don't hurry, are you going to sleep in the wilderness? "
The strong man held his heavy sword with fear. He never felt his heavy sword so precious.
"Miss, what were you doing just now?" The strong man opened his mouth carefully.
Monsoon flue: "split people, can't understand?"
The strong man wants to cry and look at the monsoon smoke without tears. Of course, he knows that the monsoon smoke is splitting people. But how does she do it? With a stroke of blood, she can summon such a terrible thundercloud? Do you mean
Their young lady's blood Toxic?!
This consciousness jumps to the moment in mind, the strong man looks at the monsoon smoke eyes immediately awed!
"Take care of the wounded, pack up and set out." The monsoon smoke carries the dust on the clothes, but the mind has already flown out. This shell still carries some original memories. The reason why the original owner will be hunted down is that she inherited her father's world destroying armor.