The little eagle used the same trick again, but this time, a faint golden light burst out from its wings, and two thick tornadoes swept countless heaven and earth energy and landed on the sect protection formation.

The entire mountain was shaking continuously.

Such movements naturally shocked Lutan, the leader of the Leiming Sect, to be shocked.

"Who dares to make trouble in my Leiming faction!"

Lutan rushed out of the formation and came to the clouds.

"It's you!"

Seeing Zhan Wuque, Lu Tan was shocked.

When he saw the little eagle, Lu Tan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Seventh-level monster!

This kid actually has a seventh-level monster as a helper!

"Lu Tan, you finally came out," Zhan Wuque said lightly, "It's time to finish it between you and me."

"Just rely on this seventh-level monster?"

Lu Tan sneered, "Zhan Wuque, you are still too young after all!"

He is the second level of Martial Master, and the seventh-level monster opposite him is obviously breaking through the seventh level shortly after.

In addition, the thunder technique he practiced has the most lethality, and he can be said to be the natural enemy of monsters. Why is it afraid of a mere seventh-level monster?

"kill!"

Zhan Wuque had no nonsense, and wanted to take the heads of the neck of Lutan to comfort the heroic spirits.

"The ignorant ant doesn't know how powerful the Martial Master is!"

Lu Tan's face was full of mockery, and he patted his palm forward gently, "Five Thunder Palms!"

Five thunder balls the size of a head emerged from Lutan Palm and instantly merged into an electric palm, slapped at Xiaoying and Zhan Wuque.

Zhan Wuque looked calm and took out the 40,000-year thunderwood without panic.

As soon as the raywood appeared, the moment the palm approached, it burst into pieces with a "bang", turning into countless white lights, swallowed by raywood.

"Ten Thousand Years of Thunderwood, you actually have a Thousand Years of Thunderwood!"

Lu Tan's eyes showed extreme greed.

Last time, he mistakenly thought the Evil-Breaking Sword for Ten Thousand Years of Thunderwood. This time, he saw it with his own eyes.

"This color is so dark, it is not impossible to have at least 30,000 years, or even 50,000 years!"

Lutan is so happy.

This is already comparable to Tianbao!

More precious than a sky-level weapon!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lu Tan laughed uncontrollably, "It's such a good thing that a pie fell from the sky. With this ten thousand-year-old thunderwood, it's very possible for Wuzong to do it!"

"It's too early for you to be happy," Zhan Wuque said coldly.

He lifted Ramu, and all the power of lightning and lightning around him rushed towards Ramu.

Lu Tan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized something very bad.

If Leimu can suck his thunder power, wouldn’t that mean that his thunder magic has no place to use it?

"Kid Eagle, kill him!"

Zhan Wuque pointed to Lutan.

"I don't believe it!"

Lu Altar sacrificed a thunder sword and used thunder to control the sword.

Zhan Wuque lifted Leimu again.

The Lei Sword trembled violently and was about to be sucked by Lei Mu, but Lu Tan grabbed the Lei Sword tightly.

Just as the entanglement was entangled, the little eagle fell down with one claw, and Lu Tan avoided it in a mess, almost being dismantled.

"hateful!"

Lu Tan felt very frustrated.

Leili has always been invincible, but today, it is impossible to use anything here in Zhan Wuque.

All restrained!
Chapter completed!