Boom——
The building where the woman was was engulfed by thunder.
The wind, snow and dust were flying, temporarily obscuring the sight of the King of Fa.
The King of Fa snapped his fingers: "Perfect hit!"
Abing, who was sitting on the cloud, said lightly: "According to the law of smoke without injury, I bet she is unscathed."
The King of Fa snorted coldly: "Can't you hope for me?"
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
The two-story building had completely collapsed, and only a load-bearing column stood on the ruins.
Coincidentally, the woman was standing on that load-bearing column.
At the moment when the intertwined lightning fell, she was exactly in the gap of the lightning.
The woman did not move, and even the hem of her skirt was not dirty.
Abing slapped her thigh: "What did I say?"
"Do you really think you are still the big C of the past? You have been behind the version for a long time!"
The King of Fa had a black line on his face. What kind of dog luck was the other party?
Such dense thunder can actually pass through the gap.
The woman was puzzled: "Don't gentlemen not hit women, children, the elderly and the young?"
A spear of thunder condensed in the hands of the Dharma King: "I am Lao Liu."
The muscles of the Dharma King's arm bulged high, and he threw the spear with great force.
Whoosh——
The spear of thunder tore through the sky and went straight to the woman.
The woman just took a step back to avoid the lightning strike, but the load-bearing column under her feet collapsed.
The Dharma King was trembling with anger: "When can we, the thunder players, stand up again?"
Thunder rushed out of the Dharma King's body, covering the woman's position with all-round firepower.
The woman was like a snow elf, dancing on the snow, passing by lightning.
After a moment, the thunder power on the Dharma King's body subsided, and the woman stood in the middle of the snow, surrounded by "scars" struck by lightning.
These scars crisscrossed to form a picture. If you look closely, isn't it the woman herself?
The woman slowly opened her arms and smiled at the King of Dharma in the sky: "Mr. Lightning, we created this work together~"
A Bing was happy: "This white-haired man is quite polite."
The woman was complacent: "But I am the conceiver, what do you think, I have artistic talent, right?"
The King of Dharma looked at his palm in disbelief.
What happened today, his aim is so bad.
A Bing threw a handful of plague pollen at the woman: "I have weakened her, hurry up!"
A high-rise abandoned building behind the woman suddenly collapsed in her direction without warning and brushed past her.
The collapsed building hit the oncoming pollen and pushed it back.
The King of Dharma was caught off guard and was covered in pollen.
"Cough cough cough..."
The King of Fa pinched his neck with both hands and kept coughing: "I... cough cough... Qiaoli... cough... ..."
The woman tilted her head in confusion: "Mr. Lightning, you seem to be sick."
A Bing did not expect this to happen, and hurriedly threw out a handful of smiling pollen.
A gust of wind suddenly blew, and all the smiling pollen that was about to fall on the King of Fa was rolled to the woman.
The woman's face suddenly flushed, and she waved to Ah Bing on the cloud: "Thank you, Mr. Pollen, I have never felt so good, you are such a good person."
A Bing's expression could not be tense, and the mask on his face almost fell off.
"Brother, there is something wrong with this woman."
The King of Fa held his neck with both hands and had difficulty breathing.
I was almost suffocating, and you told me there was something wrong?
The woman's face showed a trace of concern: "Mr. Pollen, your friend seems to need to see a doctor."
A Bing pulled the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for your concern, I am the doctor."
In order to ensure that everything is safe, he went straight behind the King of Dharma and patted a handful of smiling pollen into his back.
The King of Dharma breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally alive."
The late Lord of Mist looked at the three people standing and frowned: "What are you doing? Meeting with netizens?"
The woman put her hands behind her back and leaned to the side: "Another Mr. Mask is here, look at the work I just created with Mr. Lightning."
The Lord of Mist glanced at it: "Compared with Miss Sword Box, it's still a little bit worse."
The woman was curious: "Who is Miss Sword Box?"
The Lord of Mist said lightly: "A sword box with great artistic talent."
"How tall?"
"As tall as a building."
The King of Dharma, who has returned to his prime, unfolds his alien beast form: "I return as lightning!"
The Lord of Mist immediately released the fog of war, and the field trapped the woman inside.
The woman looked around: "Where are you, Mr. Mask? I can't see you."
The King of France threw a 100,000-volt bullet: "Kneel down!"
The fog of war made the woman, who was already a directionally challenged person, feel dizzy. She was spinning around in the fog like a headless fly.
Lightning flashed past her, and the King of France threw dozens of 100,000-volt bullets at her, and she was soThe skirt of the woman was not even touched.
The King of Fa muttered, "What kind of bad luck is this?"
Ah Bing: "The magician fainted in the corner with envy."
The magician, who was leading Dahei to find a coffin, curled his lips and said, "I'm not envious, really, not at all."
The Lord of Fog unfolded his beast form, merged with the fog of war, and turned into a demon in the fog.
He suddenly appeared from the side or behind the woman from time to time, but every time the fog blade fell, it was perfectly dodged by the other party.
"The body movement is outrageous!"
The King of Fa once suspected that the debuff of the fog of war was acting on him.
Qin Ze, who was roasting by the fireplace, watched with great interest: "This should be her innate ability, similar to the deer's prediction of the future."
"She can accurately predict your next move, just prepare for it one second in advance."
The King of Dharma was speechless: "What the hell!"
Qin Ze turned over: "Calm down, all abilities have a price."
"The stronger the ability, the greater the price."
The King of Dharma and the Lord of Mist looked at each other and decided to engage in a war of attrition with each other.
On the other side, Brother Devourer was still fighting madly with Aniu.
Brother Devourer said in a muffled voice: "I only used 30% of my strength. If you are just like this, I can play with you for a day."
Aniu raised his eyebrows: "I used 20%."
Brother Devourer: "I used 10%."
Aniu: "I used 0.50%."
The two said that they did not use much strength, but they were more ruthless than the last time.
The battle lasted less than two minutes from the beginning to now, and all the abandoned buildings within a radius of several hundred meters were reduced to ruins.
The King of Dharma asked Qin Ze in the LAN: "You won't come to help? These are two hard ideas."
Qin Ze wrapped himself tightly in the quilt: "It's too cold outside, but I can call Super Wings for you."
As he said that, he took out the magic card and pointed it at the ceiling, and a golden beam of light shot up into the sky in an instant.
"Done."
Then, Qin Ze stuffed the magic card into his arms again.
Seeing the golden beam of light, Lao Dao, who was guarding the gate of the abyss, sighed: "It's really a day of rest."
He had long discovered the battle outside the Snow City, and guessed that it was Qin Ze's doing.
But Qin Ze didn't give him a signal, and he was worried that the other party's plan would be ruined, so he held back and didn't move.
Lao Dao slowly stood up, took a step forward, and immediately disappeared on the spot.