Feng Xinglan gritted his teeth and forced his body to get up from the ground with discomfort.

Blood almost stained his body, and blood slid down his forehead, flowing through his eyes, blood red.

There were not a few intact skin on his body, almost everywhere was filled with shocking wounds, and the remaining golden thunder flashed in his blood. His body staggered a few times and stood up.

Raise your eyes and stare at the upcoming third golden thunder.

He gasped, his eyes were already scarlet, and his handsome face had been destroyed a little.

His sword broke.

Feng Xinglan raised his hand and quickly condensed his spiritual power. In an instant, the fierce wind-type spiritual power instantly enveloped his body.

The wind-type spiritual power continued to wash away his body, as if he was about to unsheath a sharp sword.

When Huangfu Sheng saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly and he was shocked.

"Xinglan wants to turn into a sword with his body!"

Mu Yin asked worriedly: "What does it mean to turn into a sword with your body?"

Huangfu Sheng pursed his lips, and the surface was still calm, and there was already a storm in his heart, because Xinglan's sword intent had reached this level of shock.

If you call him the Sword Immortal, then Feng Xinglan is the "Sword God".

Huangfu Sheng explained: "With your body, it turns into the sharpest sword. In this way, Xinglan will be as sharp as the sword body, and will be as hard as the sword body, and can attack or defend."

When Mu Yin and the others heard this, they suddenly realized.

They frowned, stared in the direction ahead, and became nervous.

Now only thirty-two heavenly thunders have been dropped, and seventeen heavenly thunders are left, and the remaining seventeen heavenly thunders are still the most terrifying golden thunders.

Can Lan... really stand it?

Yu Qiu and his friends thought at this point, and looked at each other tacitly, and they had already made up their minds.

If Lan can't bear it, they will bear it for him.

At this time—

A burning white light lit up in front of him, and Feng Xinglan's body was shrouded in white light, turning into a huge white sword on the ground.

boom!

The third golden thunder descended!

The "white sword" suddenly soared from the ground and stabbed straight towards the direction of the golden thunder. The forces of the two sides collided strongly.

Bang!

The ground sways, and the mountains and seas shaking.

Many people were slandered by this aura, vomited blood continuously, and some even fainted directly.

This aura is too powerful!

Everyone was shocked. Even though they were so far away, they could hardly bear it by just feeling the pressure of breath.

Then...How can Feng Xinglan withstand so many thunders?!

The light of the "White Sword" suddenly dimmed and fell back to the ground, even a little shaky.

Before everyone could react, the fourth golden thunder was ready.

At this moment, Feng Xinglan vomited blood and soaked the clothes on his chest. He was a little distracted, and his hands trembled and took out some pills from the storage space and swallowed them as quickly as possible.

When he moved, there would be a thunderclap on his body, mixed with burning sounds.

Now his appearance is several times more embarrassing than a beggar.

The fourth golden thunder is here!

Feng Xinglan's eyes narrowed, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He turned his sword and rushed forward again.

But this time, the pressure of the golden thunder was pressing over like a huge mountain weighing millions of pounds. Whenever he rose one inch away, the muscles and bones on his body made a broken sound. The muscles and bones that were already broken are now in a more tragic state.

His skull was also squeezed strongly, and a hole was instantly broken on his forehead, getting deeper and deeper, and blood was flowing wildly.

When he rose to halfway, the spiritual power in his body seemed to instantly turn into nothingness, making his body unable to move forward.

The "White Sword" stopped in the air and had not yet attacked the Golden Thunder.

The original active situation turned into a passive situation, and the situation was nearly a hundred times more dangerous.

Feng Xinglan also realized something. After struggling several times, he could not continue to move upward. His bloody eyebrows and eyes moved slightly.

He suddenly closed his eyes.

To reach a state of extreme peace, the light of the "White Sword" becomes more and more solid, and is condensed by thousands of sword intents.

Wherever the sword intent is, it is invincible!

The ‘White Sword’ moved!

He stabbed towards the golden thunder above, and the golden thunder also struck down.

Boom boom boom boom-

The fifth golden thunder descended with a speed of thunder.

Two consecutive golden thunders slashed Feng Xinglan to the point of being "burned outside and tender inside", and once again knocked him to the ground, sinking into a deep pit where he could not see his fingers.

Feng Xinglan was smashed in the face by the dirt. When he opened his eyes, everything he saw was empty, and his eardrum seemed to be broken, and he couldn't hear any sound.

He hurts so much, very tired...

There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying repeatedly: Take a rest when you are tired, everything will be fine.

Is it...this?

Feng Xinglan's perception was numb, and his eyelids gradually closed.

At this time, the sound of the sixth golden thunder came and blasted towards Feng Xinglan.

When everyone saw this scene, their hearts were about to jump into their throats, and they were extremely nervous because they guessed that this golden thunder would cause Feng Xinglan to be destroyed.

After all, this golden thunder is too terrifying. The ordinary Supreme Realm of Great Perfection may not be able to withstand a golden thunder, not to mention that Feng Xinglan has already withstood thirty silver thunders and Wu Dao Jinthunders!

The God of Jin is originally going against the will of heaven!

Everyone sighed in their hearts.

Just then—

Several figures suddenly appeared under the golden thunder, blocking the golden thunder with flesh and blood. With a "boom" sound, they knocked the people to the ground.

It's jaw-dropping.

Who actually took the initiative to seek death?!

After they saw the people clearly, their faces changed slightly. They were from Fengyun Team!

In the deep pit at this moment, Yan Chen rudely pinched Feng Xinglan's cheek and poured a bunch of elixirs into his mouth as if he was not rich.

This is the first time Yan Chen has seen Feng Xinglan so miserable, and he is not as good as a human.

He was afraid that Feng Xinglan would die like this, so he quickly patted his face and awakened his will.

"Lan, wake up!"

If Lan has been alive, the golden thunder will continue to descend, and there are only two results: one is Lan's death, and the other is Lan's successful advancement.

If they can't let Lan die, they can only let Lan advance!

"Lan!"

Seeing that he had no reaction at all, Yan Chen quickly took his pulse. This situation was much worse than he thought.

Above, the seventh golden thunder is about to attack!

Yu Qiu, Zhongli Wuyuan, Nangong Qingqing, Mu Yin and Mo Jing once again blocked the golden thunder for Feng Xinglan.

They were suddenly seriously injured, and blood kept pouring out of their mouths.

Mo Jing covered his chest and said pale: "No wonder Lan can't hold on. This golden thunder is several times stronger than the blow of the pseudo-god!"

The eighth golden thunder!
Chapter completed!