Chapter 263: Destroy the dead
The earthquake hits the world, and the whole world is caught in a crash.
With Wang Chen’s punch as the core, a horrible wave of anger is blasted like a substance.
The world is smashed.
A crack in the road spreads around.
The place where the horrible boxing wind passes, destroying everything in the world.
The space is distorted, and it’s a painful sigh.
The entire space, now fixed.
One second, it seems to be thousands of years.
The trajectory of the Zhentian fist is so clear that it can be fully captured, but Wan Rong feels that the body can't move.
"No..."
This is undoubtedly desperate, and this is undoubtedly a collapse.
What is more horrible than waiting for death?
What's more, waiting for this moment is like a million years.
This kind of suffering is enough to completely destroy the spirit.
The face is pale and cold and sweaty. At this moment, Wan Rong only feels floating up and down in the universe.
He is so small and so weak.
The punch swept, and he couldn’t make the slightest move. Although the speed seemed to be slow, his body was stiff. He seemed to be a statue and stood in this world. Between, nothing can be done, can only bear silently, let the wind and rain hit, lightning and thunder.
"No... Wang Chen, you can't think about it..."
Struggling, roaring.
On the edge of despair, finally, Wan Rong broke out with an unprecedented power. He broke through the layer of shackles, and his body seemed to react in an instant.
The potential of the body is thoroughly stimulated, and Wan Rongzhen.
"Boom..."
The time is too short, and what Wanrong can do is to make a strong punch and go against Wang Chen’s move.
"I don't know how to live."
Looking at Wan Rong’s move, Wang Chen’s mouth showed a sneer.
Resist.
Wan Rong has this strength to withstand.
Secondary repair.
This kind of strength, perhaps among ordinary people, is a very strong power.
However, for today's Wang Chen, it is too weak, too much to watch.
Secondary repair, for Wang Chen, it is no different from ants.
The current Wang Chen's opponent is the strongest of three re-repairs, and even the four re-repaired strong.
The second re-repair, what counts, not to mention, this Wanrong apparently did not interpret the second re-education to the extreme, such strength, but also wants to resist the moves of their own, this is not to know life and death, but also what.
"Give me to die."
Wang Chen’s hole suddenly shrank, and he was arrogant.
Hang...
A bang sounded out of an instant.
砰砰砰...
The next dull crash came.
"No, ......"
The desperate and painful snoring is even more heartbreaking.
哗啦啦......
The blood is flowing.
In the horrible gravity, these bloods seem to be heavy.
The blood of the saints is still a long river, not to mention the people who have been rebuilt twice.
The endless blood donation, instantly turned into a tumbling river, roaring away in the distance.
Calling...
The boxing style is still raging.
It’s like a long dragon, going away in the distance, it’s unstoppable.
咔咔咔...
The crisp sound came.
Herran is the skeleton of Wan Rong, and can no longer bear the attack of Wang Chen. It instantly turns into an endless piece of debris and flies out.
The door to **** is open.
The sickle's sickle fell.
The melody of death is played.
This is a feast of harvesting life.
The desperate sounds are abruptly stopped.
The body collapsed completely, and Wan Rong instantly turned into the dust of the world.
Zhentianquan, nowadays, is not able to withstand the people of Wanrong. It almost destroyed the body of Wanrong in a ruinous way.
哗...
The phantom shot into the sky, trying to scream away from the distance.
"Want to leave, leave me."
Looking at this scene, Wang Chen’s mouth showed a sneer of disdain.
The soul escapes.
Wan Rong thought it was too simple.
He is destined to fall today, he can only be turned into dust, and his final result is disappeared into the long river of history.
This is what Wan Rong is looking for.
Wang Jia, Wang Chen, originally did not rush to deal with the remaining embers of Wan Rong, but these people can't wait to come to death.
It can be said that they chose to start with Wang Yan, and they chose to stand on the opposite side of the Wang family. From the moment they chose to join forces with the Ninetowns Alliance, their fate was drawn in advance. period.
This rest, Wang Chen personally branded.
"Give me back."
When the wrist trembled, Wang Chen suddenly grabbed the soul.
Even, even the ghosts are not required to be sacrificed.
Today, Wang Chen’s strength is completely supportive of his control of the world.
There is a remnant of the soul in the district.
"哼..."
In the cold snoring, Wang Chen’s grasp is like a cover.
This piece of heaven and earth was caught in the hands of Wang Chen.
That soul is no exception.
"No... Wang Chen, don't kill me..."
There was finally a startle.
I finally began to regret it.
When Wang Chen was caught in the hand, the soul of the soul shivered.
He is Wanrong, an ancestor of Wanjia.
It’s a pity that skills are not as good as people.
Now he, let Wang Chen slaughter.
At this moment, Wan Rong regretted it.
Devil, this Wang Chen is definitely a devil, a desperate devil.
Wan Rong arrived at this moment, and seems to know how desperate the original Wanjia, the original Wanjia, how to go from the peak to the end, this is because Wang Chen, they met Wang Chen, the devil.
Wan Rong seems to be able to feel the despair and powerlessness of the original staff.
Because, in the face of absolute strength, it is a complete crush.
One move is just a trick, and he is actually defeated. The defeat is so simple.
It turns out that Dagongzi is really strong. At the very least, he can compete with Wang Chen. It turns out that he is still so weak.
In despair and fear, the rest is only pleading.
Wan Rong wants to leave his life.
What hate, what dignity, what glory, all go to hell.
As long as Wang Chen can not kill himself, he is even willing to sell his soul.
The soul, what is it?
"I am willing to surrender."
Thinking of this, Wan Rong shouted loudly.
The attitude changed quickly, and even Wang Chen felt incredible.
This guy, how to become the ancestor of Wanjia, such a state of mind, actually cultivated to the point of today, it is really incredible.
Perhaps, only God knows how he got to this point.
Wanjia, it’s really exhausting.
The ancestors are still like this... the younger generation is even more imaginable.
Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh.
"Incarnation becomes my devil, I will take you to the heavens and the earth, straight up to the clouds, your glory, I will give you, your dignity, I will help you keep."
After sighing, Wang Chen is cold and cold, without any feelings.
Secondary repair.
It’s a shame to crush the soul.
This can be a major evil in the Ghost Order.
Wang Chen is not willing to let go.
"If it becomes my evil spirit, I will keep your memory and keep you glory. When I ask for the peak of the peak, it will be when you are free."
There was a flash of light in the eyes, Wang Chen continued.
Can't easily kill this guy.
Must be left, he has a more important role for himself.
Wang Chen’s heart, but already has a calculation.
"I am willing, don't kill me."
When I heard Wang Chen’s words, Wan Rong struggled and said it quickly.
There is almost no hesitation for too much time.
The conditions that Wang Chen opened out are already perfect.
At the very least, Wan Rong left a wash.
He has something to be demanding.
"Okay."
When I heard the answer from Wan Rong, Wang Chen showed a satisfied smile.
A powerful evil spirit is also a reward for Wang Chen.
At the very least, for Wan Guiling, it is a good harvest.
As for the so-called freedom and glory.
Wang Chen did not care.
In the future, if one day, let Wanrong be free, then Wang Chen must stand on the peak.
At that time, he was afraid of a Vang.
Wang Chen is open-minded, this moment, as if to accommodate a piece of heaven and earth.
"It's time to kill the big son."
After everything is done, take a deep breath, and Wang Chen looks at the big man.
The blocking of Wanjia has delayed Wang Chen for some time, but this can't change the ending today.
When the family is going to die, the big man is going to fall, and the Ninetowns Alliance is destined to be disappointed and frustrated again.
They thought that the traps they set were useful to themselves.
Nine sons, too small to see yourself.
He thought that he was the one who used to take the Wang Chen.
is wrong.
Now, the fate of Wang Chen is not something they can control.
Or, the fate of Wang Chen has never been controlled by anyone.
Nine sons, there is no such qualification.
Dagong son and Wanjia.
The idea of relying on these people to deal with yourself is just too naive.
Wang Chen walked forward step by step.
"They, they should be coming soon."
The brow wrinkles, and Wang Chen secretly thinks.
Wang family.
Wang Chen is waiting for these people.
So, the avatar over there, even if it suffered the siege of Wanjia, it is in jeopardy, but Wang Chen is not nervous.
After killing the big son, come and deal with things here.
Even, the Wang family will come early.
Wang Chen is extremely relaxed at the moment.
He stared at the big man in the distance, with a cold smile on his lips, and his murder began to climb.
"Bastard, Wang Chen, you can't think... I don't think..."
Wang Chen approached again and again, which brought endless pressure to Dagongzi.
It’s over.
Completely finished.
There is no hope.
Wanjia, they are so vulnerable.
A group of waste, all of which are waste.
They even couldn’t do it even if they delayed Wang Chen for a moment.
This makes the heart of Dagongzi cool.
"This is the only way."
The eyes of Dagongzi flashed, and finally they showed a hint of unwillingness.
"Wang Chen, this is what you forced me, hahaha... This is what you forced me. Today, you can’t think about it better, hahaha... I want to pull you back, I am dead, you too To die, you can't live, hahaha..."
In the pressure brought by Wang Chen, in desperation, Dagongzi suddenly laughed wildly.
He didn't go to the road
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The big son doesn't want to be easily defeated.
