Vol 3 Chapter 1915: Mysterious dragon scale

Under the shock of Shenwei, the people who flew out were able to stand after landing, and there were very few.
Ma Lao, Liu Lao, Dou Knife, Cold Front, Xia Houfeng, Huang Puqi and a few elites of Wupin Zongmen Xuejian Palace.
They are naturally able to stand, they are all comparable to the stars, or they are the top powers with the power of the stars.
Xiao Chen, after landing, did not fall down.
The face is normal, the mouth is not even bloody, and the body keel has been condensed. The defensive power is completely comparable to the star jun, even if it is still there, to strengthen it.
More importantly, the fire of the of the gods, the exalted power.
Mixed with a lot of Long Wei, its lethality can not be as big as other people.
"I can't think of the fire of the of the gods, they will all be extinguished, and there is still such power."
"When you look at it, it will be extinguished. I am afraid that it will not be extinguished within a hundred years."
"What to do, this black armor actually communicates the power of the fire of the gods, so it is a bit of a hassle to kill him."
Huang Puqi and others gathered together, his face was dignified and whispered.
A few people are masters of the Star Jun class, especially Emperor Puqi, a true disciple of the five-pronged gate.
The foundation and strength are much deeper than Ma Lao and Liu Lao.
There are also hidden knives, which have always been people, and they are not terrible. It is equally terrible.
Joining hands, the black armor who was repaired in the middle of the star period is not an opponent. After all, he is not like, the martial arts disciples will have so many martial arts, master the device, and all kinds of killing cards.
But he can actually call the power of the fire of the gods, which is somewhat difficult.
"Kill, I don't believe it, he controls the fire of the virtual god, there is no side effect."
The tyrannical Emperor Puqi, with a cold scream, took the lead and killed the past.
Ma Lao and others are unwilling to lag behind. They are afraid that after the death of the black armor, they will be the first to take away the fire of the virtual and follow the past.
The warrior who was hit and flew out and fell to the ground, was seriously injured and could not fight again.
You can only close your eyes and raise your mind.
At this time, Xiao Chen quietly moved up, he will be above the square, the black Yanjing that no one noticed at the moment, swept away.
Thousands of precious black smoky crystals are so silent that they are included in the bag.
At this moment, those who can have the power of a battle, followed the Emperor Puqi, to besiege the black armor.
I want to fight for the fire of the of the gods at the last minute.
Whoever can get the fire of the virtual is naturally a step into the sky, which is a great opportunity to change the fate of any one person.
No one can resist the temptation of the fire of the virtual god.
The injured person was cured in closed eyes, and no one took care of Xiao Chen, who was quietly acting.
Harvesting a thousand black Yan Jing, Xiao Chen mouth reveals a smile, looked at the square, and came to a shadow.
Take out a knives and hold your breath and start to sculpted carefully.
"The Wrath of the Dragon God!"
A bang, the fire of the virtual god, the reappearance of the gods.
Huang Puqi and others, once again smashed and flew out, this time is even heavier than the first injury.
They fell to the ground, and no one was spared. Even the warriors who were healing around the square were affected.
Hey!
But the black armor, but the injury is heavier.
After mobilizing the virtual god, the let-in in the array method spit out a big mouthful of blood, and the breath of the body continued to weaken.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, it is constantly weakening.
"Sure enough, he can't always call the power of the fire of the of the gods. Once again, he will die!"
Huang Puqi won this scene and could not help but be overjoyed.
"The old man has not used the killings yet. If the real yuan is restored, he will shoot!"
After a moment of silence, "There is no time, I will not keep it."
The three parties, the people who gathered and the power of the First World War, discussed the black armor.
After half a day, everyone returned to the peak state.
"Get ready to shoot!"
Snow Sword Palace Emperor Puqi, stood up, with a long vacation in his hand, flashing a crystal clear cold light.
Ma Lao and Liu Lao, at this moment, slowly rise, and their eyes are full of brilliance.
This time, everyone is determined to win, and it is necessary to kill the black armor.
Then in the discussion, the fire of the virtual god, how to distribute.
"Ice seal!"
Emperor Puqi looked solemn, long hair fluttering, and suddenly there were eight cold and ice swords connected end to end. The long sword in his hand trembled from the air, and he was swayed by the sword.
From the hands of the soldiers, the power of the icy avenues of the road, swaying all directions, and then fiercely condensed on the blade.
The eight swords that are connected end to end form a group of horrible ice swords, which are printed toward the black armor.
In an instant.
The entire square was swaying violently, with snow and ice, and chills hit people.
Emperor Puqi’s move, in the hands of the Taoist soldiers, stimulated the power of 30%, in line with the horror of the sword. Volatile out of the ancestor-level exercises, and its derivative techniques, the heavenly magical skills, the perfect integration of the ice avenue and its own sword.
Form a terrible seal, want to directly suppress the black armor.
The eight swords that are connected end to end have not yet fallen directly, and the black armor has already been attacked by the cold.
The body is stiff, the movement is slow, the complexion is painful, and the lips are covered with frost.
The horror of this move was shocking, and both Ma Lao and Liu Lao felt a chill.
But no one thought of it, the hidden knives, followed by a more terrible knife.
"Sura purgatory!"
Seeing the knives on the knives, there is a black black light that blooms in the hands of a long knife and gently strokes.
His body shot, very terrible killing, it is a cold, no feelings of killing.
Exhausted the seven passions, severed the six desires, incarnate the Shura, and evolved the human purgatory.
A knife is thrown out, as if has reappeared in the human world, and the black knife light overlaps with the void. This knife is like an 18-layer purgatory.
That knife will overlap the human purgatory, showing a kind of control over hell, my master's life and death.
Rumble!
This knife will cover the ice of the entire square and cover it up. The entire Dragon Square, shaking more and more, there is a trace of terrible cracks.
"This is... what knife!"
Huang Puqi looked a little lost, could not imagine, such a knife, will be the knives of the knives.
The screams sounded, and the black armor, after being sent by the knife, was first cut.
The armor of the body was torn apart and all were destroyed.
On the tough skin, there was a trace of silk, and black blood permeated, and the mouth screamed.
seal!
Emperor Puqi returned to the gods, the long sword was closed, and the eight roads were connected at the end, which contained the sword of the ice avenue, and the town was pressed down.
The ice is savvy, and the black armor is constantly strangled and sealed at the same time.
"kill!"
At the same time, Ma Lao, Liu Lao and Cold Front, Xia Houfeng and Xuejian Palace core disciples' killings, also shot at this time.
The black armor who just broke away from the eight swords had no time to resist and was stepped back by the shackles.
I saw him, his body was smashed, and his body was sprayed with black blood.
Then he fell to the ground and watched the cold smile of the crowd: "The dragon will come out, all of you will suffer the anger of the dragon god!"
"Ghosts and ghosts, there is no in the world, saying, what is your origin?"
Standing outside the bloodline, Huang Puqi backhanded a sword and smashed the black armor of the end of the road to the top of the Qinglong totem.
"The dragon will come out, the dragon will come out!"
If the black armor is crazy, when he gets up, he suddenly flees and screams in his mouth.
"Catch! He wants to escape."
Seeing the black armor fleeing, other people's face suddenly changed, this black armor can control the fire of the virtual god, the body must have a big secret.
Rubbing!
It can be seen that the black armor who fled to the distance had to continue to flee in the future, and the head suddenly flew out.
The whole body is turned into a black flame and burns.
After a while, then after that, only a black object fell from the sky.
Xiao Chen received the knife and returned to the sheath, and reached out and moved the object into his hand: "Dragon scale?"
It is a piece of black dragon scale, heavy and incomparable, revealing the ancient atmosphere.
"It's you!"
Chad Xiao Chen suddenly smashed out and got mysterious things. Huang Puqi and others hurriedly chased over.
Anyone can guess that this thing must be significantly involved in the fire of the virtual god.
"Xiao Chen, give it to me."
After Ma’s mistakes, his face showed a hint of joy and was a member of his team.
Xiao Chen brows a pick, quite a playful saying: "Why should I hand it over to you, if you pit me a million yuan of spirit, or repay you before threatening, ask for my treasure?"
One of the old horses was blocked, and he couldn’t help but tremble. He pointed to Xiao Chen’s words:
You have to pay if you pay, and you have to pay if you don’t pay.