Bug Master In Doomsday

The level of the previous life is low, and there is no chance to get in touch with the secrets of the end-time world

Now that I have been lucky enough to find out, I still have to survive and continue to improve my strength. After all, I am still too small compared to this world.

Wang Mang threw the cigarette **** in his hand, and he no longer paid attention to the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Instead, he settled down, planning to quickly finish reading this precious Thunder Sword Art, and remember it in his heart.

There are twelve styles of Lightning Knife Jue, the first six are crazy lightning, and the last six are heavy thunder.

The first six styles focus on the speed of lightning, and the last six styles focus on the destructiveness of lightning.

It can be said that the power of thunder and lightning has been exerted to the extreme point. With speed and destructiveness, what else can stop it?

Wang Mang watched the lifelike villains in the book rehearsing the tricks of the sword.

Even if Wang Mang has a lot of amazing mental power, he can't bear it.

Why? It’s really because this sword art is too advanced, and it’s okay to remember. If you want to understand it, it’s definitely not something you can do now.

Wang Mang endured the tired spirit in his head and finally turned the thin book to the last page.

The twelve-style sword art was completely imprinted in Wang Mang’s mind, and could no longer be erased.

This last page is also accompanied by a paragraph of text that looks like lower case on the title page:

People who are destined, the old man painstakingly studied for decades, and finally completed the research of Ji Lei Knife Art.

But when the old man's oil ran out, he suddenly realized that this sword art still lacked a trick! A trick that can determine the universe!

If you can read this text, the old man is afraid that he is already sitting down. I only hope that you can make up for the last move, which is comparable to Hong Lei's one!

Wang Mang closed the book silently, and the book in his hand was not on fire at this time. Wang Mang watched the book disappear and burned quietly like this;

"The Thunder Knife Art is indeed a red-rank martial skill, one move is more obscure than the other. I am afraid that my strength at this time can only use the first move.

As for the missing trick that the founder of Dao Jue said, his realm and rank are all insufficient, and there is no possibility to make up for it now."

Wang Mang's depressed mood turned into wisps of blue smoke with the book, and drifted away, "Stupid pig, go and drag all the dead monsters in the swamp over."

Wang Mang beckoned to the naive idiot, and then pointed to the many corpses of ring loach lying on the mud of the swamp.

The stupid pig raised the hard black mane on top of his head, obviously he understood what Wang Mang meant.

The sharp pig's beak bit a dead second-order pinnacle corpse and ran towards Wang Mang's direction.

Wang Mang also nodded. It doesn't look like this pig is that stupid. He is still quite clever and can understand his commands. Well, that's not bad;

Wang Mang didn't care about it, just let it drag some more of the corpse of the ring loach, and if it couldn't move, he would take the head.

Wang Mang walked towards the giant knife that pierced in the swamp.

This Kuang Lei Knife is a holy weapon, and its power is naturally not small. Now that it has a knack that can be used in conjunction with it, it can sign a contract with the spirit of the weapon as its main weapon.

Wang Mang rubbed the violent thunder sword that was at least three times his height.

The three-meter-long metal knife shaft, the tens of inches thick, the half-meter-wide blade body, and the sharp blade glowing with cold light, everything tells the extraordinary of this crazy knife.

"Qi Ling, is it okay to recognize me as the master?" Wang Mang said solemnly to the violent thunder sword that was inserted horizontally in the swamp.

The thick and generous Kuang Lei Dao seemed to understand Wang Mang's words.

The blade trembled, making a "buzzing" tremor, seemingly excited, and even hesitant.