surnamed Wang

Wen Fuding relied on the golden dragon to fight against two thunder tribulations, and the third thunder calamity still needed time to brew, Wang Bingquan seized the opportunity, shot out the apricot branch in his hand, and went straight to the old man.

Wen Fuding didn't let the golden dragon stop him this time, but threw out a purple talisman with two fingers.

Dark clouds rolled under the feet of several people, and the moment the talisman was thrown out, [-]% of it was burned immediately, and a lavender thunder shot out from the dark clouds, aiming directly at Wang Quanquan.

Wang Gingquan looked dignified, and turned sharply in the air, narrowly dodging the extremely fast blow. Unexpectedly, the purple thunder also turned a corner in the air, but instead of chasing Wang Gingquan, he headed towards Xingzhi and go.

Wang Gingquan turned his mind, wanting to control the flying sword to stay away, but Zi Lei casted extremely fast, and hit the short sword in one fell swoop, causing countless sparks to splash.

The apricot branch that was hit fell straight down as if it had lost its spirituality. Wang Gingquan stepped forward a few steps, held the slender dagger that had been split black with his backhand, and inserted it back into the sheath.

In this short period of time, [-]% of the talisman paper was burned away again, and the second purple thunder from the dark cloud struck upwards again against common sense. Wang Qingquan knew that it would be futile to dodge, so he prepared to fight head-on.

At this moment, Mendi Bodhisattva dressed in white appeared next to him, and the female monk waved her sleeves and slammed into the thunder that was already close at hand.

There was still a loud bang that resounded through the sky, and the female Dharma Queen was surrounded by purple lightning, but was blocked by a layer of pale golden Buddha light, which could not hurt her at all, but her monk's robe was also destroyed by one sleeve, and she looked a little embarrassed .

The female monk calmly said:

"Leave the thunder to me, and you go to deal with that Taoist."

Wang Gangquan nodded, not daring to push himself too hard, exerted strength on his legs, and quickly flew towards Wen Fuding.

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Seeing this, the old Taoist's eyes became even more sarcasm, he made a tactic with his right hand, the golden dragon under his feet flashed runes, and he swung a claw reluctantly, Wang Gingquan didn't want to hurt the dragon, so he dodged to avoid it, intending to take Wen Fuding directly.

Just dodging the dragon's claws, the dragon's tail swept across, Wang Gangquan couldn't dodge, was swept in the waist, and flew away a long way.

Wang Gangquan managed to stabilize his figure in the air, but he was still seriously injured. After spitting out a big mouthful of blood, he stared fiercely at the opponent with his bloodshot eyes.

Wen Fuding didn't pay any attention to him at all, and turned his head to calmly look at the top of his head. In the red calamity cloud, thunder rumbled. At this time, it had reached its peak, and a calamity thunder as thick as a thigh descended.

Accompanied by the roar of the golden dragon, the sound of thunder spread almost throughout the entire capital. The people in the capital were all awakened, and they walked out of the door in horror to look at the sky.

Although the sky was covered with dark clouds, there was no thunder, light or dragon shadow. Even so, many people knelt down and bowed to the sky.

In the palace, Emperor Shun, who was in his prime, was dying at this time. Nie Yingxue was holding the hands of the man on the bed with tears in her eyes. She wished that she was the one who suffered at this moment.

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On the top of the dragon head, Wen Fuding, who used external forces to resist the catastrophe, had no self-knowledge, looked at Wang Gangquan who was not far away and said proudly:

"After today, I will be a fairy, but before I become a fairy, the poor Taoist will take off the head of the prince."

Wang Gangquan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said sarcastically:
"You call yourself an immortal, so I will kill an immortal. Wen Fuding, if you don't believe in karma, this king will personally give you a retribution."

After finishing speaking, the body shot out quickly, the apricot branch around the waist was unsheathed again, and the sound of the sword overwhelmed the dragon's chant.

"Haha, it looks like you really don't care about your brother's life or death, no matter what, this immortal will shatter your illusions."

After the old Taoist finished speaking, he formed a strange magic seal with his hands, pointed forward, and the runes around the golden dragon immediately moved, and gathered in front of him. After a while, they gathered at the dragon's head to form a huge golden rune.

Seeing this scene, Wang Gingquan couldn't help narrowing his eyes, and murmured: "Old bastard, I'm finally willing to use it." After saying that, he rushed towards Jinlong without hesitation.

The old Taoist's eyes were full of murderous intent, and with a little force on his feet, the golden dragon let out a final roar of unwillingness, and rushed towards the person under the burning of the runes.

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The expected violent collision did not happen, Julong and Wang Gangquan seemed to be fixed in mid-air, the rest of the people couldn't see the real situation clearly, only Wen Fuding was stunned.

"Longhushan actually lent you the treasure of the Zhenpai?"

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Wang Gingquan's mouth, and the apricot branch in his hand was replaced by a mahogany talisman sword at some point.

The body of the sword carved in mahogany seals was actually tougher than imagined. At this moment, Qi Gen was submerged in the complicated runes at the position of the dragon's head.

Click!There was a sound like broken glass, and there was a crack on the rune.

Wang Gingquan smiled even more when he saw this, and the spiritual power in his body was crazily poured into the wooden sword in his hand, a dazzling light came out from the sword body, and the sound of breaking became more and more intensive.

Numerous spider web-like cracks emerged from the center of the rune, Wen Fuding had a premonition that something was wrong, and hurriedly retreated, Jin Long also sensed something at this moment, and let out an extremely angry roar.

Under the wooden sword and the dragon's roar, the complicated runes finally couldn't hold on and shattered. Wen Fuding, who had fled a hundred steps away, was affected by the force of backlash. His steps stopped, followed by a mouthful of blood.

"Bring it to you!"

Wang Gingquan grabbed it forward, and the golden dragon instantly turned into a ball of golden energy, which gathered directly into his hands. Wang Gingquan opened his mouth, and swallowed the golden energy under the surprised eyes of everyone.

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Wang Bingquan burped, his eyes full of purple and gold, and after throwing the sword in his hand to Ye Jian in the distance, he approached Wen Fuding step by step.

"How could you know the way to crack it?" Wen Fuding's face was pale, his eyes showed shock, obviously he was backlashing back just now.

Wang Gangquan sneered and said:

"If you want to blame it, blame you for doing too much. You have offended all the Taoism in the world. Everyone is a cultivator. It may be too much to say that you are dying, but I am very happy to add fuel to the flames."

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Just now, when Wang Gingquan was injured, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his mind:

"My lord, I have found a solution."

Wang Gangquan thought that he was too injured and had hallucinations, but the man repeated it again:
"My lord, Pindao has found a way to break the Wen Fu Ding rune, the lord needs to force him to fuse the runes and launch the strongest blow, and then use the Dao sword to infuse true energy to break the trapped dragon curse. "

"how do you……"

"On the way back to the mountain, Pindao happened to meet fellow Daoist Sun of the Quanzhen sect who was also going to Beijing, and he recognized the meaning of this spell at a glance, and the two of us worked together to barely perform this method of sound transmission for thousands of miles.

The prince must be careful, if our guess is correct, Wen Fuding must have abandoned the way of heaven and practiced other ways. "

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"Jie Jie Jie, Wen Fu Ding, I want to see this time, are you dead or not?" This time it was Wang Gangquan who showed sarcasm.

The female Dharma King at the side resisted the five thunder spells and also came up. She looked at Wang Gangquan strangely, obviously wondering why the other party made such a laugh.

Ye Jian held the dao sword thrown by Wang Bingquan, feeling a little embarrassed, it seemed that he didn't help this time, he was just watching the show.

Wen Fuding, who was supposed to be gone, suddenly burst into laughter at this moment:

"Wang Gangquan, do you really have this little talent when you're poor?"

As soon as the words fell, a waist-thick red tribulation thunder crashed down.

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