Chapter 647: A sword is a city!
? "It can only be like this. If you don't die, we will not be able to break through. If the inflammation month cannot be adhered to, we can only wait for death, it is better to fight!"
After a while, killing another group of drug lords, Wang Yan sighed. "".
He is also very clear that only this path is left to them today.
As Wang Yan’s voice fell, everyone took a deep breath, and then Dong Hao looked at the front with dignity: “Okay, let’s fight once!”
"Hahaha, that is, what is crazy once again, hey, I’m going out today, even if I die, I can’t make these animals better!” followed by Zhou Wei’s laughter.
"Kill!"
Then, in the case of everyone's unity, they shouted in unison, screaming, shaking, and arrogant, domineering.
............
Between the heavens and the earth, the cold wind swept through, containing a smothering and solemn atmosphere.
After forcing another batch of drug lords, everyone was ready to let go.
Obviously, the breakout is now hopeless, they can only fight, and everyone’s eyes are full of awe-inspiring eyes.
There is a thunder sword in Han Yu's hand, and Wang Chen is even more murderous.
Yes, this moment, Han Yuxi’s Raytheon sword has been handed over to Wang Chen.
Being a pioneer, this thunder sword is obviously able to play the most powerful power for Wang Chen! With this weapon in hand, Wang Chen’s lethality must be greatly increased.
At the same time, Wang Chen took out a few pieces of Yuan Dan from his arms and handed them to each one!
A long time of fighting, so that their true power loss is not small, Guiyuan Dan can help them quickly recover the real yuan.
"Yinyue, go!" When everything is ready, Wang Chen looks at the desert drug lords in front of him, and at the same time raises his strength to the extreme, the eight-door armor, the blood talent has already been opened, even, At this moment, Wang Chen activated the blood of the blood.
The blood of the gods, the king of the world, the blood of this blood is scattered, suddenly between heaven and earth, a chill.
At the same time, the temper of the beast is also madly exudes, the combination of the temperament of the beast and the blood of the gods, the atmosphere of the overbearing, and even Dong Hao and others around Wang Chen have some breathing.
As for the desert drug lords, after feeling this breath, they all showed a taboo appearance and subconsciously went backwards.
After all, the blood of Shenwu is too strong, the six blood vessels, passed down to the ancient times, and the sky is full, who is fighting?
The gas of the beast is also the momentum of the condensed beasts. This breath is like the scent of the wild, the original hegemony, and the momentum of the beasts.
The perfect combination of the two momentums creates a pressure that is enough for the monsters below the sixth order to flee.
Shashasha...
As Wang Chen approached, these desert drug lords began to subconsciously move back in all directions.
This scene, let Wang Chen and others all show a strange look. Especially Wang Chen, a little stunned, I did not expect this breath to have such a role.
Zizi...
And at this time, when the desert was jealous of jealousy, it was again the cry of the emperor.
Under such a cry, the desert drug lords who were already a little bit back were stimulated, and they stopped the pace of retreat for a while.
Zizi...
The next moment, thousands of desert drug lords are attached to the emperor and began to scream.
Shashasha...
The sound of a burst of noise came, and these desert drug lords came closer to Wang Chen and others.
"Yinyue, up!"
When I saw this scene, Wang Chen did not have the slightest surprise. After all, as long as the emperor existed, the drug lord could not retreat.
The emperor is not dead, the poison is not dead, this is already obvious.
Under a light drink, Wang Chen took the lead in the first month.
Slightly drink, blasted out and showed up, seven feet in the foot, seven steps in a row to let Wang Chen directly advance the distance of tens of meters, at this moment, he is less than a hundred meters away from the Emperor.
"Exterminating!" After the blast, a scorn, Wang Chen holding a thunder sword, showing a sword of extinction.
The heart is full of savage killings, overlooking the eternal life, all things in the world, all of them are ants, under a sword, destroying the earth, who dares not?
The thunder sword is under the perfusion of the real power, and it makes a burst of low voice. The blade trembled a little and burst into a blue light that followed the world.
The wind whispers, the sword is stunned, and the gods tremble above the heavens. Between heaven and earth, all things are served.
The pressure under the sword makes the whole desert tremble and growl.
Icy swordsmanship, deep into each person's bone marrow, this sword is definitely the most perfect one since Wang Chen's display of a sword, the most powerful one, the most murderous once.
Booming...
Before the sky, the thunder and lightning flashed, the original dark night sky, now gathering endless dark clouds, blocking the moonlight, which makes the dark, deep, dark, and melancholy!
The dark clouds seem to be pressing against this land, bringing a dull scent that makes people feel bored.
At this moment, under the guidance of the Thor sword, the lightning flashes inside the dark clouds, and the endless thunder and lightning, like a dragon, flashing in the sky, oh, roar!
Tear this piece of darkness, tearing this piece of silence, inspiring the breath of death, as if a war song is playing. The drums are thick and the roar is constant.
At this moment, the heavens and the earth were convinced by Wang Chen’s move. This is a trick that contains heaven, which is a move into the world.
"Dead!"
A cold drink is like coming from a distant wilderness, like a cold zone from the extreme cold, full of tyrannical tyranny, full of cold and cold cold!
Along with the sound of anger, the sword of extinction suddenly slammed toward the roaring drug lords.
The endless swordsmanship is the first to scatter when the Raytheon sword has not yet fallen, and spurs toward the ground.
噗噗噗...
There is no crisp collision, and some are just dull penetrating sounds.
Destroy a sword, destroy the sin, these poisonous scorpions, under this sword, are ants. The sturdy armor is no longer able to protect them, like a tofu, being worn by Wang Chen.
Booming...
With the fall of this sword, thousands of thunders above the sky were pulled by the thunder sword and slammed toward the ground.
The smoke is rolling, and for a while, I don’t know how many poisonous lives are there.
The death of a sword has not yet fallen, Wang Chen alone has relied on Jianqi and Thunderbolt to kill hundreds of desert drug lords. This scene made the rear Wang Yan and others look stunned.
The moment of Wang Chen is the **** of war. At this moment, Wang Chen is the demon god. At this moment, he is proud of the heavens and the earth. At this moment, who is fighting for it!
The world of swords and swords, sweeping the square, Wang Chen this moment, is such a existence.
"Destroy a sword, all things surrender!" A leisurely sigh came from Wang Chen's mouth, and the sword was finally smashed into the poisonous group.
Booming...
哗啦啦......
噗噗噗...
The endless roar came, the sky shook, the endless crisp sound came, the desert roared, the endless penetration sound came, and the blood was floating!
Under a sword, the entire desert began to shake, and a deep gully began to spread. The yellow sand subsided, like a whirlpool, began to swallow the surrounding desert poison.
"嘶..."
Seeing this scene, Han Yuxi, Dong Hao and others are amazed, knowing that Wang Chen is very strong, but they absolutely can't think of Wang Chen's strength to such a point.
This trick that was just displayed, even if it is a martial arts person, should you run away? This move is already a move of heaven, and it is already a move that does not belong to this world. Today, Wang Chen of the Imperial Warrior is so strong, to the Zongwu, the holy warrior... How should he be abnormal? These people have already dared not imagine.
Of course, they don’t know. The trick that Wang Chen just showed is almost perfect. It’s perfect in a desperate situation. If he shows it again, he may not be able to achieve such perfection.
"Yinyue!" After a sword, Wang Chen shouted loudly toward Yanyue.
吼吼吼...
When you hear Wang Chen’s cry, after a short break, Yanyue screams in the sky!
Open mouth, the endless sun is really crazy sprayed out.
Under Wang Chen’s trick, plus the damage of sword and thunder, directly killed thousands of desert poisonous. More importantly, it clears out an open space that allows them to move forward.
At the same time that the sun was shining in the fire, Wang Yan and others also rushed forward in accordance with the plan.
The figure is flashing, and it is tens of meters in the blink of an eye.
Zizi...
And at this time, I saw countless deaths and injuries of my own kind, and the king and the emperor simultaneously screamed with anger.
Under such screams, the chilling desert drug lords screamed again and quickly gathered to block the way Wang Yan and others marched again.
"There are still fifty meters!" Back to the ground, and looked at the distance from the Emperor, Wang Chen said to himself.
This means that he must at least 30 meters to reach the distance required by the battle.
In the endless sun of the fire, the group began to kill again.
The endless killing spread, staring at the scorpion group Wang Chen and others to advance a little.
The breakout is impossible. All the way to the road is blocked. If they advance, the poisonous cockroaches surrounded by all sides can always build a thick blockade line. This is why Wang Chen and others could not break through.
But it’s okay to rely on the sun to make a little fire. It’s okay, they just need to move forward, not to break through.
Under such circumstances, Wang Chen and others are almost step by step and difficult to move forward.
"Blue Light Burst!"
After the brewing, Wang Chen threw a blue light burst.
In the roar of the roar, the blue light is full of sky, and it is not known how many drug lords have been killed. The group has got a chance to breathe.
Forty meters, thirty meters, twenty-five meters...
When the Yanyue was about to reach the weak period and could not maintain the true fire of the sun, when the pedestrians were exhausted, when the loss of the true power of the people was exhausted, Wang Chen and others finally reached a distance of 20 meters.
"Oh... kid, I know you have no problem, oh... come, the old man, I will help you, kill me the king, oh, the prince, the old man!" After Chen entered this range, the voice of the battle finally came, with excitement, with a smile and expectation. ~ See no ads, please go to "".
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