Chapter 117: The momentum is like a rainbow
The fly is gone.
This is the final end of Lu Dingyuan.
Looking at such a scene, the scene is silent.
The previous buzz is gone.
Especially the people of the Ninetowns League, they are pale and stand in the same place.
This is far from death.
This is the only voice in their hearts.
Who can think of the final result will be the case.
Before , they were still confident, but now they are like lightning strikes, and their minds are blank.
Wang Chen, really dare to kill their people in the Ninetowns League.
Wang Chen is powerful and powerful.
Thinking of this, there is some chill in the hearts of everyone.
At this moment, the figure of Wang Chen in the distance, in front of their eyes, seems to be turned into a giant mountain.
And Wang Chen.
In the face of the crowd, he is cold.
潞定远.
Kill it and kill it, then how?
The Ninetowns Alliance threatened, which is what Wang Chen is.
No matter how big the Ninetowns League is, Wang Chen is not afraid. Since they are coming to the door, they must be prepared for death.
For these people, Wang Chen cannot be merciful.
They want to die, and Wang Chen sends them to die.
Since the relationship with the holy mountain has been pulled, Wang Chen has no intention of retreating.
A deep breath, thinking of this, Wang Chen looked at the rest of the Ninetowns.
His eyes are like a blade, sweeping over it, the temperature around it seems to have fallen, and a cold atmosphere permeates the hearts of every nine-city alliance.
"This is not going to die."
"Wang Chen, the hatred of the Ninetowns Alliance is not small."
"This is a far-off, it is the guise of a city owner in the Ninetowns Alliance."
"The people of the Ninetowns Alliance will not give up."
"Otherwise, what happens to the face."
After staying for a long time, the arguments came.
The field is up.
"Bastard, Wang Chen, fight with me."
"Wang Chen, I want to kill you."
In the stunned voice, the people of the Jiulian Alliance changed their face afterwards, and finally, a burst of roar came.
Awakened from the shock, everyone in the Ninetowns League is crazy.
They can't accept such a result.
They are even less able to calm down.
The identity of the Ninetowns Alliance does not allow them to do so.
Their dignity does not allow them to be so calm.
The surrounding arguments are as if a sharp knife is in the hearts of everyone.
If Wang Chen was let go today, then how will their Ninetowns League stand?
Under this thought, a burst of roar came.
"Wang Chen, dare to fight with me."
Among these people, an old man is even more stunned and screams at Wang Chen.
The strength of pure Yang later, it reached the height of the pure nine-stage.
Although he is not a restorer, but what about it.
The gap between the two levels is a huge gap.
This is the confidence of the old man.
潞定远 is very powerful.
However, in the eyes of the old man, there is a certain chance of coincidence.
He does not believe that a small pure Yang seventh-order, there will be that kind of strength, Lu Dingyuan only because it is taken lightly, will fall into the end.
Wang Chen’s moves are very strange.
But, I am prepared, and it is difficult to become a chance for Wang Chen.
If you can kill Wang Chen, you will not only be able to save your face, but you will be able to make great achievements and become famous.
He wants Wang Chen to be his stepping stone.
"Hey, why don't you dare."
Listening to the roar of the old man, Wang Chen’s mouth showed a sneer.
咻咻...
The voice has just fallen, and Wang Chen’s figure is already shot.
Since the other party is looking for death, he will send this guy and die together.
For this guy, Wang Chen can't have the slightest sympathy.
Wang Chen is very fast.
The moment that Pingbu Qingyun stepped out, he disappeared in place.
"Hurry."
Looking at Wang Chen suddenly disappeared, the old man’s pupil contracted.
Only when you really face Wang Chen, you will feel the horror.
The look changed a lot. At the moment when Wang Chen disappeared, the old man quickly retraced toward the rear.
"It’s late."
However, in the moment when the old man quit, Wang Chen showed a sneer in his mouth.
Hang...
In the moment when the voice appeared, the horrible boxing wind exploded.
Endless punches erupted.
Calling...
The wind is whistling.
The big fist has already appeared in front of the old man.
"Get me off."
In the face of this punch, the old man looked ugly, screamed, and his hands resisted.
Hang...
The whole blast is open, and the old man is fully resisted.
砰...
The huge impact sounds burst out.
The space seems to be distorted.
Under the power of terror, the void seems to turn into a black whirlpool.
This is the most direct confrontation.
"Impossible..."
It’s just the most direct confrontation. For a moment, the look of the old man is a big change.
The power of horror, the arrogance of the boxing style, the ability to be strange, the strong body...
This is the feeling of the old man in the moment of confrontation.
This feeling is too clear.
Refiner.
Who can think that this Wang Chen is actually a refiner.
This kind of physical strength is stronger than the ordinary warrior.
Power is not inferior to yourself.
Under the front of the **, the old man can clearly hear the snoring of the bones in his body.
It seems that the next moment, the arm will break apart.
"Return."
Under the huge impact and pain, the old man was shocked and stunned.
"I still want to go."
When the old man quits under a punch, Wang Chen sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Re-come."
The voice fell, and Wang Chen was another punch.
This punch, the speed is still terrible to the extreme.
The power is even stronger.
The fusion of the fire of the firewood makes the body of Wang Chen a melting pot, as if there is endless energy, it is inexhaustible.
Every step of the day dance steps out, Wang Chen's momentum is also soaring.
Hang...
Hang...
Hang...
A fist punched out.
The speed of Wang Chen is faster than once, and the power is more than a horror.
This tone is a burst of seven punches.
Fighting...
When the seventh punch hit, the old man was pale, and after the body shape was shaken, the blood was sprayed one after another.
The seven punches of Wang Chen did not give the old man a chance to breathe.
The body shape suddenly slammed away toward the rear.
"Kill."
And at the moment when the old man’s figure came out, Wang Chen’s offensive still did not fall.
Not only did not fall, but even more fierce.
The hands have already condensed the soldiers of Yuanli.
Under a roar, Wang Chen slammed out a sword.
紫雷神龙斩.
哗...
The sky is dark and the thunder is rushing.
The sword of Wang Chen is also coming to an extreme.
Fast.
This is the main core of Wang Chen’s battle.
Pure Yang Jiujie.
This kind of strength, Wang Chen naturally does not dare to care.
Once the other party broke out, it was a battleable force.
So, Wang Chen caught a quick.
Unexpectedly, grab the first shot in front of the other side.
With the speed of Pingbu Qingyun, the other party couldn’t respond, and they blew seven punches in succession.
Relying on the constant emission of energy from the melting pots in the body and the promotion brought by the steps of the day, seven punches, hit the place, and do not give the other person a chance to breathe.
After the opportunity, the purple thunder dragon slammed directly.
This sword is as lightning fast as a tiger.
哗...
Under a sword, it seems to directly penetrate the endless void, bringing a boundless cold.
This sword is like coming from hell, as if from a wild world.
Frenzy, cold, with endless death.
"No..."
Looking at the streamer flashing, the old man looked awkward.
At this moment, the old man is full of horror.
Fighting...
But, just in such a scream, the dull penetrating sound came.
Blood, the next moment is floating.
Hang...
One, the thunder and lightning are falling from the sky at the same time, and Wang Chen and the old man are wrapped in it.
"No, ......"
The screams of heartbreaking lungs can't help but make the scalp numb.
But this is the last swan song of the old man.
In the thunder and lightning, the figure is distorted. The old man has widened his eyes and endured endless pain. In the devouring of death, he was too reluctant to look at Wang Chen: "Why... why... would be like this... ..."
The sound and its weakness.
The old man does not believe it.
Why did he not even have a chance to fight back?
He was not reconciled. His own too many powerful moves did not show up, and his magic weapon did not even have time to sacrifice.
But in the end, it was a fallen end.
This makes him reconciled.
If it is a battle, he believes that this will not be the result.
"You are too slow."
Just, in the desperate and unwilling eyes of the old man, within the thunder and lightning, Wang Chen was cold and cold.
哗...
The next moment, Wang Chen’s long-handed convulsions.
Tear off...
In a burst of tears, Wang Chen directly dropped the old man who had not yet completely short-term into the field of Shura.
The dying old man, King Shura is enough to deal with, this is also the food of King Shura.
And facing the old man's unwillingness, Wang Chen has the answer, just two words, too slow.
Preemptive strikes, one bang.
This is the main reason for Wang Chen’s victory.
This old man is too confident and too big.
Otherwise, he won't be like this.
This battle is completely a blitzkrieg.
The length of a skill, the shortcomings.
Wang Chen is a perfect interpretation of this truth.
If Wang Chen did not succeed in killing the old man with lightning speed, I was afraid that the old man would fight back. When it was time, Wang Chen was in trouble.
Although, with the strength of Wang Chen today, he is naturally not afraid of the late pure Yang that has not been rebuilt.
However, if the pure-martial nine-order warrior let him bloom out of the five elements completely, let him show his strength thoroughly. Wang Chen wants to win, but it must take a lot of work.
And now.
The old man is not only the time of the five elements, there is no time to break out, even the magic weapon is not sacrificed...
This is a complete blitzkrieg.
Until the lightning disappeared, until the old man disappeared into this world, the whole world was still quiet.
嘶...
I don't know how long it took, when the wind stopped, finally, someone couldn't help but take a breath.
In the field, it’s gone.
Wang Chen’s general offensive in the mountains, this moment, left a deep impression.
