"Lv Shun, you take people down to rescue. How many people can you save?"


    Yun Yilan''s eyes crossed Zhang Han and landed on Lv Shun not far away, with a flash of pure light in his eyes. As an elder, he made such a serious mistake. If not for the wrong time, I really want to slap him to death.


    Knowing his responsibility, Lv Shun didn''t dare to talk much. He hurriedly led the remaining more than 200 disciples to the ground and carefully looked for the survivors in the ruins.


    The dark clouds are as dark as ink, and the world is rustling. It is a school of killing.


    At this moment, the surging eruption of volcanic magma gradually extinguished, and the ground was covered with cobweb like lava flow, still emitting a burning heat wave. The pungent smell of scorch drifted and spread slowly with thick smoke.


    In the air, two shadows, one white and one red, stood opposite each other. It seemed that there was a fierce collision and entanglement, and a dull roar came faintly.


    The wind roared like a bone scraping knife, blowing the clothes and hunting.


    "Young generation, let me ask you, some time ago, shangguance and others died at the foot of Qingyun Mountain. Was that what you did?"


    Yun Yilan''s face is gloomy and her voice is hoarse, but her heart is very dignified. There was no other reason. In the momentum confrontation just now, the two fought a draw!


    I wondered in my heart, is this young man in front of me also a cultivation in Taiqing?


    On the other side, Zhang Han''s face was plain, but his right hand holding the knife was slightly tightened, and he didn''t answer, "since you are the leader of the school, you should know that you should have a better attitude when asking questions, even if you don''t use respectful words. I refuse to answer if you are so sarcastic!"


    Refuse to answer... Refuse to answer!


    Zhang Han''s words were like a sharp sword, which pierced Yun Yilan''s viscera and almost suffocated his internal injury.


    As the leader of one of the three main sects of the right way, how noble is Yun Yilan? No matter where you go or who you meet, the other party will respectfully say "cloud Valley master" or "Mr. cloud".


    Even if the people of the demon sect met, they were not as arrogant as Zhang Han.


    "Hum! Die, crazy villain!"


    In the fury, Yun Yilan''s momentum became higher and higher. He raised his hands, held his palms falsely, and a faint flame appeared in his palms.


    The pure Yang Qi comes from the void. The flame is not ordinary fire red, but crystal like amber, emitting a little golden awn.


    Zhang Han''s face was dignified, and he only felt a jump in his heart. His keen fighting intuition told him that the small flame, like a flame that can be blown out by a gust of wind, must not be underestimated.


    "Solution, Thor mode!"


    Zhang Han pulled out the soul chopping knife, crossed in front of him, stroked the blade with his left hand, and whispered in his mouth. The sound is not high, but it swings away in this almost stagnant space.


    Suddenly, the wind and clouds surged, and the black clouds became thicker. Under the wanton whistling of the strong wind, a rapidly rotating vortex was formed.


    Boom!


    It was as if the God of thunder, who was lying on the Ninth Heaven, opened his eyes. In the black cloud of the tornado, a startling thunder tore the sky and fell on Zhang Han. The soul chopping knife in his hand vibrated slightly, and the dark red brilliance converged and turned into a bright silver Thor hammer.


    At the same time, the white clothes gradually disappeared, and the light blue lightning fled and combined on the body surface, and finally formed a dazzling lightning armor.


    In the rolling dark clouds, countless thunder roared and flashed, tearing the void, as if welcoming their master to the world.


    On the ground, the surviving incense Valley disciples raised their heads and looked up at the bright thunder shadow. They all opened their mouths and couldn''t say a word.


    "This, he, control thunder and lightning?" a disciple stammered and incoherent.


    "... really mastered the lightning!"


    Can lightning be controlled?


    Even the supreme true method of Qingyun gate and the true formula of divine sword against thunder can only borrow thunder!


    There is still a galaxy between borrowing and control!


    Since ancient times, both civilians and practitioners have a natural fear of lightning. In their thoughts, that is the ability of God.


    Now, nine days of falling thunder is controlled by a real, flesh and blood person! This directly overturned all their cognition and felt that their brains were not enough.


    Even Yun Yilan, who was his opponent, changed greatly with his face and set off a terrible wave in his heart. Rao Shi, who has lived for hundreds of years, has never seen anyone like Zhang Han drive lightning at will, or even change shapes to make armor!


    "Hum! What can you do with lightning? Can you stop the power of the valley master?" a disciple of incense burning Valley sneered.


    "Yes, the valley master''s cultivation is as deep as the sea. He''s just crazy against thieves. He can''t catch it yet?"


    When others heard the speech, they all talked about it one after another. In their hearts, the valley leader Yun Yilan exists like a divine man. Zhang Han will not be his opponent if he is several times more powerful!


    Zhang Han slowly held up the hammer of Thor. The vigorous wind was cold, the divine power was like waves and electricity, and the spirit pressure was more like a mountain collapse and tsunami, stirring the thunder cloud sky.


    "Bow, Thunderbird!"


    In the sky, the fierce lightning became brighter. Countless lightning strikes penetrated the black clouds and fell on the surface of Thor''s hammer. The happy rolling combination formed a huge bird in an instant.


    Thunderbirds roared like living creatures, shaking the fields. Flapping his wings around Zhang Han, he immediately cut through the void and left with an electric fire.


    Yun Yilan whispered, and his palms were empty. The two flames in his palm immediately fused together, and the pure Yang Qi soared, but the amber flame was even smaller.


    The faint golden awn was not visible in the violent blue light, but the Thunderbird seemed very afraid of the flame, and its sharp claws and huge beak attacked it together.


    To Zhang Han''s surprise, the flame was extremely concise. It was not afraid of the sharp teeth and claws of Thunderbirds and the fierce lightning attack. Instead, it burned it a little bit and didn''t exist in it.


    Thunderbird tossed violently in the air, but it couldn''t escape the burning of the flame. In a moment, several holes were burned out of its body, which was no longer fierce and fierce.


    Without waiting for Zhang Han to increase the output of spiritual pressure again, the amber flame suddenly soared and turned into a raging flame, roaring against the violent lightning from inside to outside.


    Zhang Han narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "what looks like a flame is not a real flame, but the effect that Yun Yilan compresses and condenses the real yuan of Yuyang realm to the extreme. In contrast, Thunderbird is powerful and domineering on the surface, but it is not concise enough."


    After a while, the Thunderbird fought with the fire endlessly, and the blue light and gold light of the whole body flickered continuously, gradually becoming dim.


    Zhang Han held the handle of the hammer in his right hand and pointed to the Thunderbird. A blue light was emitted from the hammer of Thor, which entangled the Thunderbird''s body like a rope.