"Heavenly Punishment: Thunder Sword."

Mr. Zhao used the Heavenly Thunder Technique of Taichu, turned his immortal power into a sword, and pointed it at the sky.

Billions of thunder and lightning tore apart, gathered into a thunderbolt, and struck the Immortal King's Qi impartially, blocking its offensive. Even the Holy Son of the Heavenly King was shaken and groaned, suffering a backlash.

"court death."

The Holy Son of Heaven ascended to heaven and sacrificed the Yuan Shen Sword.

Zhao Yun didn't even look at it, but a Heavenly Destruction Soul came forward to meet him.

At the same moment, he ordered the lightning to strike at the Immortal King Qi.

He wanted to hit the Holy Son of the Heavenly King, but that guy was protected by the Broken Immortal King. His body was protected by lightning and lightning, so he had to focus on the Immortal King's Qi. Even though it was just a wisp of Qi, it was extremely terrifying. Being hit by it felt very painful.

Sour and refreshing.

boom!

Boom!

The sound of thunder resounded endlessly, and thunder swords slashed down from the sky.

The Immortal King's Qi wasn't working very well either, it was all mottled and its power was greatly reduced.

In fact, what Zhao Yun attacks is not the Immortal King Qi, but the mark on the Immortal King Qi. If the mark is broken, it depends on whether you are good or not. The Immortal King Qi without the mark is a thing without an owner.

To put it bluntly, he wanted to take away this ray of Immortal King Qi from the other party.

His origin is still very rare for the blood of the Immortal King.

Needless to say, this method is indeed effective, and ordinary methods cannot break the brand, but his thunder has the power of heaven and has magical power to break the brand. After a few more strikes, the Immortal King's Qi will no longer falter.

Uh...!

The spirit of the Immortal King was attacked, and the Holy Son of the Heavenly King did not feel well.

He wanted to deal with Zhao Yun as soon as possible, but the guy fought him head-on.

Whoosh!

Bang!

Bang!

There were constant explosions in the sky, and there were continuous rumblings.

Zhao Yun stared at the Immortal King Qi and slashed at him risking his life, while the Holy Son of the Heavenly King chased him and attacked him. He was rough-skinned and thick-flesh, and even if he received three punches and two palms, his foundation would not be damaged.

"Can you only run away?"

The Holy Son of Heaven's roar shook the heavens, and he performed great killing techniques frequently.

Zhao Yun ignored him and continued to fight as he should, with a posture of not giving up until the Immortal King's mark was broken. It was a life and death fight! It was a good opportunity to take advantage of him. He was going to stop this Immortal King's anger.

Destroy!

The Holy Son of Heavenly King caught up with him again, holding a faint light in his hand.

The bloody light suddenly appeared, Zhao Yun bled instantly, and his body was pierced by the ghostly light.

break!

Zhao Yun gave a cold scolding and drew his thunder sword to strike at Immortal King Qi.

The imprint of the Immortal King's Qi was really broken. It lost its power in an instant, and the Holy Son of the Heavenly King felt like his soul had been hit with a hammer. His head was buzzing, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"It's mine."

Zhao Yun reached out with one hand from the air and suppressed the Immortal King Qi forcefully.

After that, the Immortal King Qi was absorbed into his body and became the original nourishment.

"Is this okay?"

During the day, the corner of his mouth twitched when he looked at it, and then he realized Zhao Yun's intention.

Ling Jue coughed dryly. No wonder the Eternal Immortal Body didn't fight the Heavenly King's Holy Son. It was because of this calculation.

"Damn."

The python-robed quasi-immortal king of the Heavenly King Sect looked very ugly.
Chapter completed!