Amid the hideous and murderous cry of the three of them.

Wen Zilong smiled disdainfully.

Purple lightning instantly condensed in the right palm.

As soon as the purple lightning flashed out, the three tenth-level strong men all changed slightly.

How is that possible?

Isn’t it difficult to mobilize energy by being suppressed by the momentum of three tenth-level powerful men?

How could this kid use his energy to condense lightning?

They naturally didn't understand that this was not condensed by Wen Zilong's energy.

It's his natal weapon.

Just when their faces had not changed back, purple lightning flashed out instantly.

boom--

boom--

boom--

It was clearly a lightning bolt, divided into three times, slashing at the three tenth-level strong men.

However, because the lightning is too fast.

It looked like three lightning bolts slashed at them.

The figures of three tenth-level strong men have disappeared.

There were only three balls of ashes in the air, drifting with the wind.

This moment.
Chapter completed!