"puff!"

When the thunder from the sky entered his body, Zixu spat out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, there is the second, third...

"Master, please tell her to stop quickly, Zi Xu will die if she continues!" Liao Lan looked at the figure in the center of the formation that was unable to hide and escape, and finally showed some anxiety on his face.

This is her most proud disciple, and she doesn't want anything to happen to her here!

"It's useless. Once the lightning drawing technique is activated, no one can save her unless the person can break free." Yuan Mou narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly, but he could not help but tighten his grip on the hand hanging by his side.

"Zixu is a sixth-level man, how could he be rendered unable to move by her? She must have used some crooked trick!" Liao Lan gritted her teeth and said harshly.

As soon as these words came out, the other person standing next to Lan frowned and said, "You mean, I gave the treasure to her in the treasure house?"

"You know it yourself, don't you?" Liao Lan sneered.

Hearing what she said, the man also laughed, "Liao Lan, I think you are really in the belly of a living dog. Not to mention that since she can trigger seventh-level magic, your proud disciple is naturally no match for her.

You two, master and disciple, are just like the same person! Don’t forget how you climbed to the position of elder! The methods of master and disciple are really similar!"

"You!" Liao Lan was so angry that her neck turned red after being poked in the foot, but the other party was not afraid of her at all, her eyes were full of ridicule.

"That's enough!" Yuan Mou couldn't bear it and stopped the farce, "What are you doing in public?"

Although the dispute between the two was stopped by Yuan Mou, the other elders present all had a hint of mockery in their eyes.

Who doesn't know that Lan Lan became the ninth elder by hiding her strength and stimulating her master to take action through challenges beyond levels?

Unfortunately, her master was also the Taoist monk from the Treasure Pavilion.

For so many years, she has been helpless due to her ability and the command of the leader. Now that she has been given the opportunity, how can she not add insult to injury?

As the sixth thunderbolt fell, the movement in the sky finally subsided.

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone knew that this lightning drawing technique had limitations, and the six thunders were the limit!

In the middle of the formation, Zi Xu's hair exploded, all his white clothes were gone, and his body became charred black, like a lump of black coal.

However, she is not dead yet.

The body of a sixth-level monk is incomparable to others.

Vomiting out a large mouthful of blood again, Zixu looked at the woman standing opposite him and said word by word: "So what if you can draw thunder? The six thunders have passed, what else do you have? You got it through crooked ways.

It’s nothing more than this, as long as I don’t die today, I will let you repay it a hundred times!”

Until now, Zixu still felt that everything shown by the man in front of him was just a different approach.

Liu Dao? Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, with a trace of mockery on his lips, "I just have sore hands, I just need to take a rest."

After saying that, she raised her arms again.

Their lightning-inducing techniques only have six ways, but her lightning-inducing array is more than that!

In an instant, the dark clouds that seemed to be about to disperse a moment ago gathered again, even worse than before!

Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, the seventh thunder fell again!

And with the screams coming from the center of the formation, the people in the audience were also excited.

"Oh my god! Is this the art of attracting thunder? Doesn't the art of attracting lightning only allow for six thunders?"

"No way? Is it the second time to trigger the spell?"

"Impossible, this lightning drawing technique consumes a lot of money, even the elders don't dare to use it again!"

"This time, can Senior Sister Zixu still hold on?"

…

The sounds that came and went, like sparrows, made the originally solemn hall as noisy as a vegetable market.

Looking at the person in front of him whose eyes were starting to turn white, Zhang Qingjiu stepped forward slowly and said, "The first six words are just to tell you, don't swear randomly when it's okay. The words just now are your punishment for cheating on me."

As her voice fell, the eighth thunder sounded again.

Also? The people below stared blankly at the middle of the formation, suddenly afraid to speak.

"The eighth way is to relieve my pain of lovesickness."

"The Ninth Way, relieve the hatred in my heart!"

As the last sentence was finished, the ninth thunder fell!

At the same time, Zhang Qingjiu waved his arm and removed the puppet array that was restrained on Zi Xu.

Without the restraint, the body that was struck by lightning and was charred on the outside and tender on the inside fell straight down, making no sound anymore.

This scene made everyone's pupils shrink!

died?

Zhang Qingjiu's eyes passed over the charred corpse indifferently, then turned to look at the person standing behind him.

Zi Chu had long been frightened by the scenes before him and collapsed to the ground. At this moment, when he looked at Zhang Qingjiu, he was as if he had seen a ghost. He was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, "You, don't come here!"

"You also know, why don't you tell me?" Zhang Qingjiu's voice was as thick as ice.

"I, I forgot, I didn't expect..." Zichu shook his head violently. He didn't care at first, but later he really didn't remember it.

Zhang Qingjiu narrowed his eyes and sighed slowly, "Do you want to survive?"

"I think!" Zi Xu nodded hurriedly.

"You kill him, I'll let you go." He pointed at Zifeng, who was standing outside the formation at some point, his eyes red.

"I..." Zichu looked back and shuddered.

"You die, he dies, or you both die together." Zhang Qingjiu smiled coldly.

"me……"

"To fight, or not to fight!" Zhang Qingjiu picked up the sword that fell on the ground, and it fell into Zi Chu's hand with a "pop" sound.

"I... fight." Zi Chu gritted his teeth, grasped the hilt of the sword, stood up, and pointed directly at Zifeng outside the field, "Junior brother Zifeng, you dare to fight!"

"Why don't you dare!" The moment he saw Zi Xu fall, Zifeng's heart was as sharp as a knife. Now that he had the opportunity, how could he not go!

He flew in and headed straight towards Zhang Qingjiu.

He wants to avenge Zi Xu!

Facing the flying sword heading straight for his life gate, Zhang Qingjiu just smiled faintly and said, "Your opponent is him, not me."

After saying that, he turned around and left the formation which was only one step away.

Punishing the wicked is the best way to punish them.

With the appearance of Zhang Qingjiu, everyone subconsciously took a step back.

Her performance just now has exceeded all of their expectations.

No one dared to regard the person in front of him as a monk whose cultivation was less than the first level.

If she is a mortal, then who are they? Ants?

Yuan Mou narrowed his eyes slightly and watched Zhang Qingjiu walking towards him step by step.
Chapter completed!