Chapter 1,512

If Wang Chong was forced to do this before the bone-blowers, then now Wang Chong’s attention has been fully concentrated on the matter of passing through the Scorpio.

In any case, in order to get the great power, you must overcome this heavy shack.

"Hey!"

The next moment, in the eyes of everyone, the three generations of living dead stood in the middle of the chain, hundreds of meters away from the stone bridge. His palms stretched out, and thirty-three days after his radiance, he immediately gathered and turned into a huge golden dragonfly.

The three generations just slammed the golden waves of the rolling water, and with the power of the golden long scorpion, they instantly shattered the dozens of long swords in front of them.

And then, the three generations turned back to be a blow, dozens of "Flying Swords" have not yet approached, they were smashed by the overbearing Da Luo.

However, all this has just begun. With the thirty-three-day-old long-haired shackles in hand, the three generations of living dead immediately became a shock, and suddenly became passive and took the initiative to attack the tens of thousands of "Flying Swords" around them.

boom!

One after another, Da Luo sighed out, screaming and screaming, and even turned into a dragon-shaped tiger, with a fist to the flesh, and the "flying sword" in the void constantly slammed together.

The disciple of Da Luo Xianjun once again showed his powerful fighting power.

Despite the huge number of "Feijian" attacks, but also this extremely unfavorable environment, but the three generations still have attack and attack, the long sword, broken sword, and residual sword in the void are constantly being destroyed by three generations. Countless pieces and thick chains continually passed by and fell to the depths of the abyss below.

"Unbelievable! Is this broken, or is it that I have been looking for the wrong direction?"

The bone-blowers were whispering to each other and things went so smoothly that he could not believe it for a while.

On the other side, Wang Chong also frowned slightly. Although the situation in front of him was good for him, Wang Chong instinctively felt that the situation would not be so simple.

The strength of a generation is stronger than that of the second generation, and all the organs in the underground, including the underground palace, are all built by him. It is impossible to use the strength of one generation.

Wang Chong’s mind just flashed this thought, and the change in the distance rose –

Three generations of rushing again and again, and constantly attacking the "Flying Sword" in the void, seems to have finally angered a generation.

boom! I only heard a loud banging crack. The next moment, in the middle of the chain, it seemed to tear a huge crack, and a horrible energy surged from the void.

Numerous golden particles are mixed in the fog and attached to the flying sword in the void. In just a short period of time, those flying swords give people a new look, and they are even stronger and more dangerous and deadly on the basis of the original.

"Into the micro!"

Wang Chong stood on the stone bridge at the back and looked at it with great enthusiasm. He felt extremely profound. This time, he felt a familiar atmosphere from midair, and that was the power to enter the micro-environment.

But this power is much more terrible than the second generation in the former palace. If the second generation is like a steel tough guy, then the generation is a huge giant.

What is even more terrifying is that the ordinary warrior is in the micro, but the strength is improved, reaching a higher level, but the special form of the generation completely changed the definition of the micro, and the three generations now face thousands of flying swords. This power is enough to make any warrior look shuddering.

"finally come!"

At the same time, I feel that this change is still close to the bonesetter. His strength is much stronger than that of Wang Chong, and the feeling is much deeper.

Wang Chong still only feels the influx of micro-environment energy into the void, but in the perception of the bakers, the depths of time and space, in this case, suddenly opened a huge door. It is far superior to the dust, and it is stronger than all the warriors in the world. It is constantly washed in like a wave of waves, and is absorbed by the swords in the air.

"This is the power! At that time, I was attracted by the Iraqi syllabus. I have been chasing ten days and ten nights. I have been chasing here. I am finally mourning this. Only by participating in this force, we can combine the power of our ancestral sect. The combination of yin and yang will inevitably enlighten another level of realm!"

The bone-blowers all had different faces on their faces, and their expressions could no longer be as calm as before. His clothes in the fog were slightly dithered and looked completely different.

However, at this moment, Wang Chong had no idea at all. The battle in the front had reached the most intense time. The generation had completely killed the three generations.

Hey!

A wave of unrest has started again, opening the space-time passage in a generation. While all the "Flying Swords" were promoted to the micro, Jinhui was blazing, and in the thick fog, countless broken golden light was densely popped, suddenly floating from the bottom of the chain.

Just glanced at it, Wang Chong and the bone-blowers next to him suddenly changed their faces.

The dense, fish-scale broken golden light is actually a myriad of long sword fragments.

- These fragments are all "Flying Swords" that were shattered by the previous three generations and one generation.

Not only did the three generations not eliminate these flying swords, but it made the swords more deadly and dangerous.

Hey!

When it was said that it was too late, the electric light stone fire, the sword gas screamed, not waiting for Wang Chong and the bone-bone teacher to react, the fog of the mist, the golden light, and countless "Flying Swords" gathered together.

In the next moment, I saw a giant sword of more than 30 feet long, magnificent and powerful, like a thunder, a steep flash in the void, and instantly hit the three generations of dead people on the chain with thunder and sorrow.

In the face of this huge force, even the three generations are also very small.

"not good!"

During the electric light stone fire, Wang Chong suddenly produced an extremely unpleasant feeling.

I don’t have time to think about it. What Wang Chong can do at the end is just to control the power of the three generations to fight for the whole body. Instead of half a second, the three generations of tall figure seem to be in a thunder and disappear instantly. In the fog.

At the end of the battle, everything was calm, and the mist around them came together. In the void, tens of thousands of long swords broke the sword and the sword, lost their goals, gradually dissipated, and slowly dispersed around the chain. In the void.

A handle crouched and disappeared.

Hey, the chain is shaking, the sound is loud, and the stone bridge at the rear is silent.

Both Wang Chong and the bone-bone are standing side by side, silent for a long time.

A three generations were completely annihilated in this way, and at the end of the day, Wang Chong controlled the three generations to make progress, and even the last second, they leaped forward, but they finally failed.

"Unfortunately, such a powerful helper, such a powerful combat power, it is lost in vain!"

A voice came from the ear, and the bone-blowers quickly returned to God, smiling a little and looking to Wang Chong.

However, if the bone-blowers say half of them, they will stop. Beside him, Wang Chong didn't know when he was kneeling down. His expression was focused, and a finger was constantly moving on the stone bridge. The strange symbols and traces he painted, even the bone-blowers could not understand.

"this is……"

The bone-blowers frowned, and immediately closed their mouths, standing behind Wang Chong and watching silently.

At this moment, Wang Chong is focused and has completely forgotten the bone-blowers around him.

His eyes are slightly closed, and his mind is constantly thinking about the battles of the three generations and generations.

The whole battle, all aspects, all the details before and after, all come to his mind.

Although the three generations were killed by the sword array, for Wang Chong, the sacrifice of the three generations did not have any gains. At least for Wang Chong, he had obtained many information that he did not know.

More importantly, when Wang Chong controlled three generations, he also passed the perspective of three generations. Gained all his experience and feelings against the generation. And this feeling may not even have been a bone-boiler.

"...The storm is not advisable. The generation has only used six layers of power for the three generations. This is entirely because of the identity of the six generations of Da Luo. If you change another person, the power of the first generation will probably increase by at least four layers. This is not something that any one of us can fight against."

Wang Chong closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, constantly calculating in his mind.

Therefore, if you want to get the great Luo Xiangong, you can only take wisdom and not be able to compete. The most crucial thing is to find the law of a generation of attacks.

Even if the generation is strong and smart, after all, it is already dead, and in the past millennium, his consciousness must also have great weakness, and this is the key.

The generation of attacks is regular!

At least, this is the harvest that Wang Chong received through his eyes when he was in control for three generations. This is also the biggest gain.

"what is it?"

Wang Chong muttered to himself, and his heart was up and down.

The three generations are already half-step, and with the world's first big Luo Xiangong, the combat power is almost equivalent to the Bottom wave that entered the micro-initial, and even stronger.

With the strength of three generations, it is still no match for a generation of 60% of attacks, let alone self.

If you can't find the law of attack of a generation, the trade chain will almost certainly die.

The void was silent, and a stream of air rushed over the stone bridge, revealing a chill. The bone-blowers are standing with their hands on, and they look faint and not in a hurry.

When there are three generations, he has more or less scruples. Now that there are no more than three generations, Wang Chong’s life is more in control between his hands.

"Don't worry, think slowly. At least before other people come in, you still have enough time..."

The bone-blowers smiled slightly, revealing a refined taste, seemingly tolerant, but in fact the last night.

However, at this moment, Wang Chong did not care, and he could not care.

"What is it? What is it?"

Wang Chong looked up and his two long hairs danced, but his consciousness had completely entered another world.