This time, there were more than 30 psychics, roughly divided into three parties, one of which was mainly Thunder Soul, the second was mainly Sword King, and the third party was a combination of two S-level psychics. The others were scattered and were no forces joined.

Thunder Soul's superpower is just like his name. It is controlled with a thunderbolt with one hand. In addition, the power of the thunderstorm has increased greatly. It has gained the upper hand in the battle for a while, and thunder and lightning slides down from his hands, like a thunder god. The god descends to the mortal world, with the power of thunder and lightning in waves, which is extremely powerful, which sometimes triggers the strength between the thunder and lightning in the world.

Each thunder and lightning of Thunder Soul shot towards the King of Knife, Li Fuqiang, Chen Fan, and raised his hands to drive the power of heaven and earth. Countless thunder and lightning landed from the dark clouds in the sky, one after another, with a terrifying power.

"How do we cooperate with the ghost face?" The King of Knife slashed out a sword energy, and the sword energy instantly broke through a flash of lightning and asked Li Fuqiang and the others.

Li Fuqiang became silent and considered whether to cooperate with the Knife King when he fell to the ground. In fact, according to the plan, he and Chen Fan could have easily taken the treasure, but they did not expect that the Thunder Soul could actually reach the strength of an SS-level supernatural psychic with the blessing of thunder and lightning weather, which made it difficult for them to cope with.

"Trade!" Li Fuqiang blurted out when he saw the affirmation in Chen Fan's eyes. At this time, a lightning struck down and arrived in an instant.

Li Fuqiang had a backhand, and a black air flashed by without any sound. The lightning disappeared without a trace. Chen Fan also raised his hand and supported it. Countless leaves rose up one after another. The next moment, like sharp blades, heading towards the thunder soul floating in the air.

Lei Hun sneered, and a grid formed by lightning was covered with lightning and blocking the leaves. Of course, he knew that the other party was trying to join forces, but he was not afraid. Even without the blessing of the lightning weather, he was not afraid, because when he came, the leader of the "Z Group" had already handed him an item that was enough to subvert the situation.

The King of Knife received a reply and was more confident. He was originally the No. 1 underground organization in China. This time he came out without a single item that could increase his strength because he was confident enough. But now she had to consider cooperation and join forces with the Ghost Face of the Huaxia Eleven Duo. Three S-level abilities can still deal with half an SS-level abilities.

Ghost Face is very famous in the superpower world. It is composed of two people. One of its elder brothers is Li Fuqiang, an S-level superpower, with superpowers and another unknown superpower.

Chen Fan, an S-level wood-type psychotrope, can give birth to plants, and is also a spiritual-type psychotrope, with strong control ability. In fact, it has been discovered in the superpower world that most wood-type psychotropes are spiritual-type psychotropes. The only difference is the power of the two superpowers, which is the main focus.

. Zhang Xiaojian, who was watching from a distance, looked at the psychics who were constantly fighting, and had a general understanding of the differentiation of the psychics. From the sword technique used by the sword king, he saw that the other party was an ancient martial artist, not a psychic.

Just as Zhang Xiaojian was analyzing the truth, a very disgusting voice came over.

"Yo, isn't this the boy? Why do you want to join the battle too?"

Zhang Xiaojian looked back and saw that there was a fog that had not been separated for two hours. At this time, he was ragged and messy. It was obvious that he had passed a fierce battle. Next to him was a savage man with a pair of white wings stretched out from behind.

After looking at the other party, Zhang Xiaojian ignored it, turned around and continued to wait and see, constantly speculating on the strength and ability of the psychics and the grading stage.

When Wu saw the other party's ignorant eyes, he suddenly became angry. The successive battles made him feel a little complacent and more confident. In addition, people had sent over there, which was the thunder soul of three S-level psychics. He also knew the other party, had been appreciated, and had a backstage, which made him feel more confident.

Who dares not to buy their own account now?

"You are looking for death!" Wu was not by Mu Xiaoyu's side, and gradually exposed his cruel nature. He had already hated the young man in front of him, and now he had provoked himself again, which immediately ignited his arrogant heart. He made a handprint on his chest with his hands, and the next moment the fog slowly dispersed and covered the entire rooftop.

Under the cover of the fog, his body moved quickly towards Zhang Xiaojian, and his right hand was ready to blow the opponent's head with one punch. After a long period of special training, his speed and strength were far beyond ordinary people. Although he could not break the wall with one punch, he could definitely break a person's bones with one punch.

He seemed to have seen the dawn of victory, his eyes were filled with joking, and the corners of his mouth were drawn in a curve.

Zhang Xiaojian sneered, without saying much, but his body slowly walked to the side, but it seemed slow but the real speed was not slow.

"What is he going to do? I thought he wouldn't be beaten by himself if he ran aside? Don't you know that he would turn? I think I was a three-year-old child, but I just knew to go straight? It's so funny!"

Wu looked at Zhang Xiaojian who moved to his right and sneered in his heart. Such dodge was indispensable to him and had no effect at all. He even mocked the other party for being scared silly.

The next moment he will know the truth.

An eleven or 2-year-old boy behind Zhang Xiaojian took a step forward, raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, and blasted towards the fog.

Seeing this, Wu smiled even more intensely, and a sarcastic look appeared in the corner of her eyes. If she couldn't beat her, she would let a child die. Do you really think she would be kind and ruthless?

Not only Wu, but also the psychic man who had wings on his back who had just started looking for Mu Xiaoyu and Wu to ask for a scroll. In his opinion, the other party's decision was undoubtedly stupid.

"Go to die!" Wu shouted loudly and ruthlessly blew his punch. This punch used all his strength, which was definitely the most forceful time in his life. He did not care whether the other party was an ordinary person or not. Anyway, he just wanted to kill the person who once made him look ugly.

The power of this punch is enough to smash the adult's head.

Two fists hit and there was a bang.

Wu looked at the boy who was a teenager younger than him in shock, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and the feather psychic genius beside him also looked surprised.

Because when the two fists touched each other, the boy who was less than 11 or 2 years old was the one who had the upper hand, but the mist took four or five steps back.

"Impossible!" The fog screamed, and the fog around it became increasingly dense, and it had reached the point where it could not be seen. A thin knife appeared in his hand, and the murderous intent was released without reservation.

"I was going to save your life, but now it seems that I don't need it anymore. Gu will solve him." Zhang Xiaojian looked at Wu, which was full of murderous intent, but his eyes were boring. He couldn't raise interest in Wu at all, but turned to the feather psychic, because the pair of wings behind the other party made him very fond.

"Yes! Your Highness!" Gu Yuan respectfully made a ritual, and the next moment he turned to the fog hidden in the fog, and his fighting spirit suddenly rose.

Soon, the two handicaps were handicapped. The fog was in the dense fog, and there was no trace. A thin knife was very lethal and had a more frequent fight with the Dark Knight Gu Yuan.

The fierce battle here was also fierce in the distance, and it soon attracted Zhang Xiaojian's gaze.

The thunder soul still floated in the air, like a thunder god. Every attack would cause countless lightning to fall. The lightning turned into spears and headed towards the sword king and the ghost face below, extremely sharp.

The three of them, Knife King and Ghost Face, had only passive defense, and their clothes were already burned by the arc.

It seems that the few people didn't consume much, but Zhang Xiaojian knew that the physical energy of Thunder Soul was consumed much more than the other three, because they had to float in the air to contact the thunder clouds in the sky to enhance their strength. Although the S-level psychics have the ability to suspend in the air, this still requires energy consumption, not to mention one-on-three Thunder Soul Stones.

After several hours, Zhang Xiaojian also knew what the item fell to the ground, a SSS-level conductor that preserved the legacy of a powerful SSS-level supernaturalist during the Republic of China period.

If it is an SSS-level conductor, it will cause S-level psychics to compete, because each SSS-level conductor has many, but this conductor called Baigui Night Walking Map contains methods to quickly improve to SSS-level, which is also the reason why the SSS-level psychics quickly increased from a D-level psychic to SSS-level.

For Lei Hun and others, the temptations in this are much stronger than other things, not to mention that behind them are a top force on the earth.

As for why there is a phantom spirit in the museum, Zhang Xiaojian also understood this matter. The Night Walking Picture of Hundred Ghosts will absorb the power of the surrounding souls at all times. This is also the reason why one person dies every ten years, because there is a ghost living on this campus, and he needs energy to replace the absorption of the Night Walking Picture of Hundred Ghosts.

When Zhang Xiaojian turned around, he found that the feather-type supernatural genius had already fought with the man in black robe.

Seeing this little sword, he smiled. He knew that the ruling and Gu Yuan were honing their combat skills. According to their real strength, they could kill their opponents in seconds. However, they fought too little while growing up and could not hone their combat skills. Of course, they would seize such a good opportunity.
Chapter completed!