432: C432 Another 20 Lines

C432 Another 20 Lines

Mo Xie's body trembled, and the destructive power contained within the lightning was quickly washed away by the black blood. He opened his eyes wide and found that he could handle it.

"Again!" Mo Xie said excitedly.

The Lightning Zheng's horn once again shined, hacking out a bunch of black lightning that crashed onto its body.

Ah!" Just Mo Xie let out a miserable scream and her body almost exploded where she was. Blood and flesh flew everywhere and her body was thrown into the air. Countless blood mist appeared on her body and she was seriously injured.

"It's not suitable for you to cultivate my technique. Next!" Lightning Zheng coldly said. Dense unwillingness appeared in Mo Xie's eyes alone, but she didn't dare approach him. If she did, she could easily chop him into pieces.

"Allow me." He walked quickly forward. The Lightning Zheng struck out with another bolt of lightning, and Yale One's golden body lit up, blocking the attack. Then the second strike, the third strike, all the way until the sixteenth strike!

"Go for it!" The old man's eyes were filled with excitement. The Golden Spirit Race's talent was incomparable, and after their bodies were completely metallic, it was said that no one of the same rank could break them.

However, when the seventeenth bolt of lightning descended, Yelai also let out a miserable cry. Countless cracks appeared on his body, and he was sent flying for hundreds of meters, constantly coughing up blood.

"Allow me." The old man from the Golden Spirit Clan spoke as a glint flashed through his eyes. The eyes of the lightning Zheng remained ice-cold and merciless the entire time. It adjusted the power within the thunder. It was a bunch of purple lightning that then materialized into a thunder dragon in the air. It was too terrifying as it struck his body.

The old man's eyes narrowed, and his body completely transformed into metal. He let out a loud roar and allowed the lightning dragon to strike his body. Puff Puff Puff sounds rang out continuously, and then one could see blood spewing out from his orifices. His body was half kneeling, and his hair was burnt away.

"What makes you change the power?" The old man from the Gold Spirit Clan roared.

The Lightning Zheng said: "Based on the fact that I am a Lightning Zheng, the rules will be decided by me. If you are unwilling, come over."

The elder from the Golden Spirit Clan did not dare to speak anymore. This kind of attack was extremely terrifying. If another one appeared, he could definitely be hacked to death. Zhu Changsheng, Tian Cangzi, the Pill King and the others also approached, but soon after, they were all heavily injured.

"Is there anyone else?"

"Is there anyone else? If there's no one, then I'll go up."

Almost at the same time, two voices spoke. One was infuriated, while the other belonged to Meng Xuan. Meng Xuan watched the entire process from the sidelines. A thought appeared in Zhu Changsheng's mind, and it was that this mysterious person in front of him was very likely to be able to endure it. It was because he was too calm. He was not excited, nor was he anxious. From start to finish, he was extremely calm.

The feeling it gave him was that the person looking down on all living beings was not the Lightning Zheng, but him.

Yu Mo Xie felt that her injuries had recovered a little, and sneered: "Go, I hope you won't be defeated on your first attack."

Meng Xuan helplessly said, "That's still better than you. You're still a figure after all. You can't even compare to that metal person from the demon race. You can be considered a genius of the White Emperor Continent."

Yu Mo Xie's eyes instantly went cold: "You want to come here and try?"

"If you want to try, then go ahead. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Meng Xuan laughed as he said this and walked towards Mo Xie alone. Yu Mo Xie stood up and sneered, "Although I've already taken some damage, killing you is still a piece of cake."

"Enough, I don't have much time left. Hurry up." The Lightning Zheng said.

Only then did Meng Xuan stop. Standing there, he did not put up any form of defense. Instead, he lowered his head and said weakly, "Come."

When the crowd saw his appearance, they were tempted to slap him.

But this was an attack from the Lightning Zheng, who would be able to defend themselves in front of it? Yet, you stood there like a dead dog. What kind of place do you think this is?

The lightning Zheng looked at Meng Xuan but didn't say anything. The horn lit up and a bolt of lightning struck his body.

Meng Xuan's body didn't waver in the slightest as he continued standing there, blocking the first attack.

Everyone was startled and didn't understand what was going on.

"The Lightning Zheng's might is adjusted according to everyone's cultivation. Since his cultivation isn't high, he can completely block it." As Zhu Changsheng spoke, everyone suddenly realized what he meant.

The Lightning Zheng seemed to be brewing something as Meng Xuan opened his mouth, "It's troublesome. Attack faster. I'm still in a hurry. Give me twenty of them, a whole series of them. Don't stop."

When everyone heard this, their mouths twitched.1

F * ck, you're not asking for death like this.

Twenty lines in a row, when combined, was absolutely comparable to an attack from a master of the Niwan Palace.

"Are you sure?" Lightning Zheng asked.

"I'm sure."

The Lightning Zheng's horn emitted light as bolts of lightning struck down from above. The light engulfed Meng Xuan's body and even the outline of his body disappeared.

"It must have been shattered into dust."

"Too arrogant, such an embarrassing task."

"How impatient."

Everyone mocked. Even if it were just Mo Xie, it would still be difficult to defend against such a high intensity attack. The light gradually dispersed, revealing the scene there.

Meng Xuan stood there unscathed, as unharmed as before, not even his sleeves had been damaged. Everyone's pupils constricted as they thought, "Impossible!"

"How is this possible?" Yu Mo Xie mumbled to herself as shock appeared in her eyes. Could it be that this person was naturally suited to cultivate the thunder sacred art?

Jiang September furrowed her brows. Suddenly, she felt a familiar aura coming from Meng Xuan's body. A flash passed, causing her to be puzzled: "I seem to have met him somewhere before."

Yelai's heart surged with monstrous waves. After enduring twenty lightning attacks in a row, how terrifying would this defensive power be? Moreover, to what extent did the body forging technique he cultivated reach?

Meng Xuan then looked at the Lightning Zheng. Within the Lightning Zheng's golden lake-like pupils, there was a slight fluctuation. "Do you want to continue?"

"Continue." Meng Xuan nodded. "Twenty more."

The Lightning Zheng didn't speak and once again sent out twenty slashes in a row. This time, the power was even stronger than before, so much so that it was almost at Mo Xie's level of power.

After 20 lines, Meng Xuan's body was charred and his aura was unstable. However, he still emotionlessly said, "Another 20 lines."

After a moment: "Twenty more."

The Lightning Zheng's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the undulations within it grew more and more intense. Everyone was completely stunned on the spot. This was because in the span of a few dozen breaths, Meng Xuan had already endured eighty attacks. He was only missing the last one!

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!" Mo Xie mumbled to herself as the shock in her heart reached its peak.

"Who the hell are you?" Yu Xiang shouted.

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