The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

After that, Lao Ba returned to his original position and watched this exciting game silently.

But if you look closely, you can easily find that "Lao Ba"'s eyes never blink, his gaze is fixed in one direction, and his whole body is as motionless as a sculpture.

Instead, on the sand beside him...

There were a few more footprints leading outside.

"The young are to be feared, the young are to be feared..."

Even Junior Brother He, the "Ten Thousand Sword Master", did not dare to confront him head-on. Pang Boling was filled with emotion. He finally understood why the name of the Eternal Thunder Lord had spread throughout the Five Realms.

To be honest, if he doesn't rely on any external things, in a battle of the same level, Pang Boling believes that he is not as good as Lei Haotian. Even if he uses all his skills and gives his all, it is hard to say who will win!

"Let's go together."

Lei Haotian stood with his hands behind his back. He waved his hand gracefully and said with high spirits, "I still say the same thing. As long as you can hold on in my hands for half an incense stick of time, no matter what you ask for, I will agree to it. Even if it's my life, I can give it to you as long as you like."

It's so crazy!

Jin Mengya was still reluctant to believe that the three peak masters combined could not take down a Thunder Lord.

What’s more, their peak master was once the master of Wanren Sword!

Aren’t you afraid of retribution for being so frivolous?

In fact, Lei Haotian had been beaten many times for his frivolity.

Just like Hu Yanming said, he was beaten so hard that his head was broken...

At this moment, Lu Yurong no longer thought that Lei Haotian was just a saint's son as before.

Even though she was repeatedly looked down upon, it made her angry.

But in the face of absolute strength, all dissatisfaction must be suppressed.

Otherwise, the price will be another slap in the face.

It's very likely that Lei Haotian will stuff her head into the toilet...

It's scary just thinking about it...

After the first round of testing, He Chengxiang still couldn't judge Lei Haotian's true level, but he didn't have the patience to continue wasting time.

In He Chengxiang's opinion, if he and Senior Brother Pang together are no match for Lei Zun, then Xiao Ying'er's revenge will probably never be achieved in this lifetime!

Originally, He Chengxiang planned to take on everything by himself, but after careful consideration, he felt that it would be better not to be arrogant. He wanted to end it all as soon as possible so that he could go back and prepare for his daughter's funeral.

"Then, as you wish."

He Chengxiang slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual sword behind him split into two, two into four... In an instant, it split into thousands of swords, each of which was emitting a sharp edge that could cut through the void.

"Ten thousand feet...return to one!"

The moment He Chengxiang suddenly put his palms together, sword shadows rushed into the sky, like rivers flowing into the sea, and melted into a giant sword that spanned the sky and the earth above the sky.

Seeing this, Pang Boling silently walked forward a distance.

While walking.

A huge black shadow radiated from behind Pang Boling, which was a thousand feet high. The black shadow condensed from virtual to solid, and it turned out to be a Shura Dharma image with three heads and six arms.

Each palm holds a rotating wheel of the sun and moon.

At this time, the giant sword has not yet fallen, but the majestic sword energy has already caused the earth to crack, and there is a Shura Dharma image standing tall against the sky. That powerful sense of oppression is telling Xi Zhaozhao all the time.

How insignificant she is in front of the great master...

However, when the perspective switched to Lu Yurong, who was holding a red long sword, the summoned Vermillion Bird Dharma Image flapped its wings at the feet of the Shura Dharma Image like a little sparrow.

Xi Zhaozhao suddenly felt that she was fine again.

"Here it comes! The Peak Master's famous skill, Ten Thousand Feet Returning to One!"

Jin Mengya excitedly slapped Xu Xingwen's arm. "I just don't believe it. If Lei Zun remains unscathed after this move... I'll eat shit!"

"Don't be too confident."

Xu Xingwen said embarrassedly: "I asked you to prepare the photo beads, have you prepared them?"

"Of course, but Brother Xu, you look..."

Jin Mengya was a little puzzled and said, "No one seemed very surprised."

Please, these are the three peak masters working together to capture the foreign enemy!

Not only their peak master, but even the usually low-key Master Pang had to use his true abilities.

Brother, you didn't react at all, which makes me look stupid, you know?

"Have it."

Xu Xingwen smiled simply, "If you had seen the scenery I've seen, you would understand why I act so calm."

Once upon a time, Xu Xingwen naively believed that their peak master's "Wanren Guiyi" was the strongest, until one time... he asked the same question to their aloof second senior sister.

Then the senior sister threw a photo bead to him and asked him to look at it himself.

That was, in the midst of heavy snow, on a white sky that seemed to be devoid of any color, a tiny black dot suddenly appeared, like a drop of ink on white paper, standing out.

But when the black spot gradually enlarged, parted the heavy clouds, and revealed its true appearance, Xu Xingwen suddenly realized that this was actually a piece of sword tip that had contaminated the snow-white color?

At first Xu Xingwen didn't know why his senior sister gave him this.

Fortunately, the senior sister seemed to be in a good mood at that time, and pointed to an even smaller black spot under the black spot, which was so tiny that he had to squint his eyes to barely see it.

Tell him that this is a mountain that is twice as big as his Juntian Peak, and such mountains are as thin as needles and as numerous as cow hairs in front of the sword tip that occupies almost half of the picture.

Later, Xu Xingwen learned that there was a huge deep pit in Xue Village, as if it had been hit by a meteorite. According to local people, it was caused by two young geniuses killing a traitor.

"Brother Haotian, can you... handle this?"

Seeing such a magnificent scene, no matter how carefree Hu Yanming was, he couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis.

Oh my god! The peak master of Jiuchongshan Sect is really not to be underestimated!

"You should ask them that!"

Lei Haotian laughed loudly towards the sky, his laughter shaking the air around him. His whole body was wrapped in dazzling lightning, like a thunder lord descending to the world.

"Come on!" He shouted loudly, his voice like thunder.

The whole person turned into a flash of lightning and rushed into the sky. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in the air under the giant sword that covered the sky and the sun. His tiny figure formed a sharp contrast with the huge sword.

Above his head was a giant sword that seemed to be able to split the sky and earth.

Under his feet is a Shura holding the sun and moon wheel.

Lei Haotian's choice is...

Boom! ! !

The moment the lightning exploded, the entire sky and earth seemed to be torn open by a pale crack.

The fist wrapped in lightning went against the trend and collided with the giant sword that fell from the sky. The sharp sound of metal cracking was accompanied by fine electric flashes. The broken sword blade turned into thousands of meteors with cold light, but was crushed into powder the moment it touched the thunder storm.

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The giant hand of thunder that appeared out of nowhere grabbed the throat of the Vermillion Bird Dharma Image. Before the red flames could even rise, they exploded in his palm, sending sparks flying all over the sky like a bloody rain.

The Shura Dharmakaya was as if in a heavenly calamity, and let out an inhuman roar in the terrifying thunderstorm. Its huge body cracked inch by inch, revealing the twisted dark purple mist inside.

"Ha ha ha ha......"

He walked on thunder, his clothes rustling in the strong wind, and his hearty laughter followed like thunder. At this moment, who was the incarnation of thunder, who was the master of heaven and earth?

“Where the heart leads, the way follows…”

"Wherever I am, there is thunder!!!"

“Hahahaha, hahahaha…”

puff-

Lu Yurong couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

She covered her heart, knelt on one knee, her eyes full of disbelief.

Pang Boling's situation is better than Lu Yurong's.

But he was also hunched over and gasping for breath.

Only He Chengxiang still stood upright, but the blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth showed that he was injured internally. Like his two senior brothers and sisters, he suffered varying degrees of injuries.

"How can it be!!!"

Jin Mengya held her cheeks, her voice was sharp, and she looked like she had seen a ghost. The other disciples also had a trance-like expression, unable to tell whether this was a dream or reality.

Lei Zun, single-handedly defeated three peak masters head-on?!

"Senior brother..."

Jin Mengya turned her head to look at Xu Xingwen, her expression uglier than crying: "I don't want to eat shit."

"No one forced you to eat...Alas!"

Xu Xingwen shook his head and sighed. His junior sister was good in every way. Not only was she pretty, but her talent was beyond the reach of ordinary people. It was just that she was a little too stupid sometimes.

If there is a chance in the future, maybe I can take her to see a miracle doctor to check her brain.

"Aren't the combined strength of the three peak masters even equal to that of Lei Zun?"

"how come......"

"The Peak Master is not weak, he is the Thunder Lord, too strong..."

All the disciples of Juntian Peak had expressions of despair on their faces.

Even the Peak Master is no match for Lei Zun. Who will avenge Senior Sister Ying?

There is one person whose level of despair is even greater than that of all the disciples of Juntian Peak.

That is Kuang Langsheng, who is known as the "Demon of the Western Regions".

Damn it, are all the peak masters of the Jiuchongshan Sect raised by eating shit?!

They couldn't even take down a single Saint Son. This is what a long-established, first-rate force in the Central Plains has become?!

Kuang Langsheng was so mad that he cursed in his heart.

He also wanted to take advantage of the fierce battle between the two sides to escape, but he didn't expect that the leader of Jiuchongshan Sect would be so weak that he was defeated in the first encounter.

What a waste! Haha!

That being said, are the three Peak Masters truly that weak? They're all powerful beings who've ascended to the other side, so why can't they even hold out for a single round against Thunder Lord?

Zhu Tianfeng's master Lu Yurong may be slightly inferior.

After all, he is only at the Yinji Heaven Realm, so it is understandable that he cannot defeat the Yangji Heaven Realm cultivator.

Where is Pang Boling, the master of the Variable Sky Peak?

Where is the former Juntian Peak Master He Chengxiang?

Let’s not talk about the former for now, the latter is comparable to the Wanren Sword Head of the Eternal Martial Emperor!

Each generation has its own stories and legends. At a certain period in the past, the status of Wanren Sword Master was equivalent to that of the current Eternal Thunder Lord.

Including the Demon of the Western Region, he is also expected to become a legend of this generation.

In reality, these people are not weak.

If you want to blame someone...blame it on Lei Zun being too powerful!

If he had not been born in that golden age when talented people emerged in large numbers, a monster like Lei Haotian would have been at the top of the world no matter which era he was in!

Even if he was born in a golden age, Lei Haotian could still make it into the top ten.

But getting into the top ten and reaching the top are two different concepts!

The strongest in the world, who can be recorded in history and be remembered forever. If he is in the top five, it is not a big deal. After all, it is a golden age that only comes once in thousands of years. The top geniuses are enough to leave a strong mark.

But these top ten...

A hundred years after his death, it's hard to say whether anyone will still remember the Lord of Ten Thousand Thunders...

Looking at Lei Haotian's elegant back in the air, Xi Zhaozhao silently clenched his fists, "Big Brother, it turns out that the gap between you and me is so huge."

"I don't want to keep following in your footsteps..."

"I want to surpass you! Surpass Senior Brother Ye! Become the only one in the world!"

Xi Zhaozhao made up his mind secretly.

She wants to surpass that senior brother and the man in green robes!

She didn't want to have to stand behind others when something happened.

She was unwilling and fell into a passive position every time.

She doesn't want...

That cowardly self who even looks down on himself!

"Is that all?"

Lei Haotian stood in the sky, his pupils flashing with lightning. He looked down at the three peak masters from a high position and said proudly, "I thought you could entertain me a little, but in the end..."

"Oh, you rats from the Central Plains, nothing more than that."

Hearing this, Jin Mengya instantly got furious. She herself was a native of the Central Plains, although sometimes she also felt that the people of the Central Plains were very bad and only did things that harmed others and did not benefit themselves.

But what's the saying? There is true love in the world!

Not all people in the Central Plains are disgusting rats.

Not all people in the Central Plains like to trick others into digging coal.

She met so many kind-hearted people!

"Is Lei Zun so great?"

The audience was silent.

Seeing that the fellow disciples around her were all looking at her with admiration, Jin Mengya slapped her lips three times and said "Pooh, pooh, pooh", cursing herself inwardly for being so useless as to say what was in her heart.

"Junior sister, you...have a safe journey."

Xu Xingwen patted Jin Mengya on the shoulder, gave her a look that said "take care of yourself", and then retreated into the crowd with the attitude of "I would rather die than let my friends die".

"Hey, Brother Xu, I..."

“It’s just amazing!”

People turned their attention to Lei Haotian in the air.

He crossed his arms over his chest and said smugly, "If you think I've done anything wrong, you're welcome to kill me anytime."

"What a joke! They won't let us tell the truth."

Jin Mengyan pursed her lips, but due to the pressure, she did not refute.

She turned her head to look the other way, muttering softly, "What's the point of being mean to me here? If you have the guts, go to the Central Plains and try your luck. I'll see if 'Wind Lord' doesn't break your head."

Feng Jun, a genius from the Five Realms in the Central Plains.

He is considered Lei Haotian's lifelong enemy.

People often compare "Lord of Wind" and "Lord of Thunder" to see who is faster between the two.

"Would I be afraid of that sickly person?"

Lei Haotian's hearing was extremely sharp, and he sneered, "Given his fragile status, I don't even need to make a move. I can finish him off with just a breath!"

Not to mention "Wind Lord"...

Now he doesn't even take the Green Shirt Man seriously!

"Really? Then you're really awesome... cough, cough, cough..."

Hearing this familiar voice, Lei Haotian's eyes became stern. He suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and summoned supreme thunder, which blasted towards a man in white who suddenly appeared in the distance.

But just as the thunder was about to hit the man.

A breeze blew by.

In just a blink of an eye, the man appeared beside He Chengxiang.

"I was wondering why the air smelled so bad, it turned out to be you..."

Lei Haotian narrowed his eyes with a hint of hostility, "Feng Wanli!"