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Chapter 8 [What should I do?](1/2)

Generally speaking, people use words like thunder and lightning to describe extreme speed.

Because in ordinary people's inherent impression, there is nothing faster than lightning except lightning.

At this moment, Wen Lan's whole body had turned into a blue thunderbolt body. Countless thunder arcs were wandering around him, and pink rainbow light was still lingering around his body.

The audience exclaimed on the stage, which was a transformation that Wen Lan had never shown before, and his body seemed to be unable to withstand this transformation, and the surface began to turn pink into a visible naked eye.

The clown looked back at Wen Lan. Although he still maintained a terrifying and weird smile, it was the first time behind his smile that he showed serious eyes.

At some point, the ground centered at the clown's feet was unknowingly occupied by dense tiny arcs and turned into a large blue sea of ​​thunder.

Many viewers have recognized this. This is the Lei Zhuo that Wen Lan once became famous in a battle.

"It's interesting."

One after another, the blades of death emerged from the clown.

Wen Lan looked at the clown coldly with her blue eyes, and walked towards the clown step by step. The lightning arc on the ground seemed to sense his movements, cheering like a pet.

Every step he took, the stone slabs on the ground melted into a footprint burning with flames.

Wen Lan raised his right hand without saying a word, and countless electric arcs instantly shot towards the clown like a swarm of bees receiving some kind of command.

The Death Blade beside the clown immediately sucked out bursts of black mist, intertwined each other and surrounded the clown in the center, forming a black egg-shaped shape, melting the thunderworm that was constantly touching.

But the thunderworm seemed endless, rushing towards the clown one after another, covering the entire black fog with a layer of dazzling blue light.

Wen Lan still walked towards the clown slowly. His skin, flesh and internal organs were rapidly blackening, disintegrating, and powdering. The lightning on his body gradually changed from blue to white.

He is enduring extreme pain.

But he was as usual, his face remained unchanged.

Still walking step by step, step by step, and slowly.

He wants to get closer as close as possible and closer.

Every step he took, his body would lose part, but his thunder and lightning body became more solid.

The clown stood in the middle of the black fog and looked at Wen Lan silently.

He knew that with Wen Lan's current state, as long as he stayed away from Wen Lan, he could use his speed to drag him to death.

But he didn't do that, and he was silently waiting for the moment when Wen Lan reached its peak.

The blue lightning had corroded the black fog to a thin layer. Wen Lan gently pressed down his raised hand. In an instant, an unparalleled thunder flashed from the air and struck the black fog that enveloped the clown.

The divine thunder broke through all evil spirits, and the black fog trembled suddenly, and was broken by lightning and melted.

Wen Lan's body also burned out the last trace of flesh and blood, and her whole body seemed to have turned into a human-shaped light source.

He knew that he had only ten seconds.

A thunder exploded, and Wen Lan moved.

He seemed to teleport, and shot lightning into the clown, marking a small thunder ball in his palm towards the clown.

This palm thunder is very different from his previous palm thunder. It is condensed by his super control power after the thunder has been transformed into.

The clown pulled back and slashed away with one sword, but he killed a shadow.

Wen Lan suddenly appeared behind the clown, and the thunder ball in his hand penetrated the clown through his chest.

It's also a afterimage.

The two of them were at the extreme at this moment. Looking from the stands, there were lightning flashing in the center of the venue, colliding wildly with the black light, and thunders exploded in dense scattered lightnings. Every second, the two of them had to fight dozens of times, and no one could do anything to each other.

There are 7 seconds left.

Wen Lan's aura surged again, and a hair made of lightning rose high, and lightning leaped around her body. When her body flashed, it could bring out light and shadows.

At this moment, the clown was also covered in black mist, holding two short knives in his hand and swinging dense sword lights.

Although Wen Lan's speed increased sharply in the realm of the Thunder Prison, his speed was still slightly faster than Wen Lan.

Wen Lan has 5 seconds left.

Kwon Min-ho stood not far from the two of them fighting, his blood-sucking eyes staring at the two of them's death fight, and nine tails stood upright behind him, like routed antennas.

Finally, he saw that he had prepared an opportunity and a spiritual shock instantly attacked the clown.

This blow was an impact that he exhausted all his mental power. After a muffled groan, his body fell softly to the ground with nine furry tails.

"Everyone, I can only help you get here..."

He burned out his spiritual power and used a spiritual impact on the clown.

The clown's mind suddenly became blank.

This blow comes quickly and goes quickly, but when the two are fighting, the gap at this moment can sometimes determine the outcome of the battle.

Wen Lan took this opportunity to pounce on the clown, but the clown subconsciously penetrated his chest with a short knife.

A strong sense of paralysis came along the short knife, and the clown's movements were half a beat slower.

"I've caught you."

In the last 3 seconds, Wen Lan did not avoid or dodge, and hugged the clown tightly in the air with a knife passing through the chest.

At the same time, Shizuka's giant metal fan unfolded, and a glow light appeared behind her.

The continuous stream of wind spiritual power surged towards her body, and she quickly formed seals with her hands, and finally summoned a circular storm around Wen Lan and the clown.

"Forbidden Technique·Wind Cage!"

The clown instinctively felt extremely dangerous, but when he wanted to flash this space, he accidentally discovered that even the space was locked by the storm.

In the last second, with the extreme muffled thunder, Wen Lan exploded his thunderbolt body, and countless plasma was trapped in the wind cage, destroying everything crazily.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Shizuka vomited blood in her mouth, and still tried her best to maintain the Fengzhi cage.

She knew that only Wen Lan's self-destruction would cause the greatest damage in the smallest range.

Finally, Shizuka could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. The wind cage that had lost its spiritual power was broken by the brutal power of lightning and suddenly exploded.

A thunder thunder swept across the world.

The thunder slurry lost its restraint and exploded with a loud bang.

The lightning swept across the audience the moment it exploded, and a large amount of golden light lit up in the stands.

People's moods are like roller coasters.

The thunder was deafening, which directly shocked the eardrums of all the audience present, leaving only a sharp sound that was roaring wildly.

The lightning dissipated, and the thunder and lightning storm was in the center, and the figure was still standing in the air, motionless.

However, at this moment, another red light hit the golden shield on the edge of the field with the figure.

It turned out that Bao Xiaotang broke free from the shadow's shackles.

With a loud bang, the clown's figure was smashed into a flash of golden light. The golden light behind him collapsed wildly and continued to heal. Finally, dense streams of unknown runes flashed out of the golden light, which gradually stopped the collapse of the golden light.

All the audience felt relieved.

However, as soon as this breath was spit out, it immediately sucked back hard.

The red light went out, and people looked at it with amazement.

The clown leaned against the golden light. Although blood kept spilling out of the corners of his mouth, his right hand strangled Bao Xiaotang's throat.

The screen in the center of the venue quickly captured and enlarged the scene.

His clothes were already torn, and the diamonds on his head were gone. The skin he exposed was charred, looking very embarrassed, and his chest collapsed. It was obvious that Bao Xiaotang's last punch was quite heavy.

But his face still had the terrifying and weird smile, not changing at all.

...

"Today, I'm satisfied, but this is just an appetizer."

The clown said terrifying words softly.

"Give you another five years, the last five years.

Five years later, I will harvest my sweet fruits. My dear tribe, if no one can stop me then, then I will say sorry to everyone.

Because by then, I will personally exterminate humanity, and you will become the cornerstone of my ascension to God and help me complete the killing path, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The clown disappeared into the venue with a crazy smile. Bao Xiaotang lost his support and fell from the air.

With the last blow, she had overdrawn her life.

The whole audience was silent.

The clown's voice still echoed in his ears, and everyone was thinking of only three words.

what to do?

...

“What can we do???”
To be continued...
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