Vol 2 Chapter 3840: Songshen Successor

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"this is……"
The brand-new posture that Walter had never shown before, and the powerful throwing tiles that he could feel from a distance, made everyone's faces shocked.
"That's right." Hardy thinks, these guys had the honor to come to the Dragon Paradise and saw the rare and (stupid) amiable (lazy) darling (comparable) scene of the dragons. It seems that they have forgotten the giant The original posture and majesty of the dragon.
It's time for them to recall the fear and despair of being dominated by the dragon.
"Yes, this is the third form of our dragon clan, called..."
"Little Dragon Man!"
"Frieza second paragraph!"
The two geniuses, Crystal and Cirno, could not wait for Hardy to finish speaking in a mysterious tone like bluffing a child, and raised their little hands to indicate that I have read too much of this script.
However, the inconsistent answers made the two little guys stare at each other and fell into cockfighting mode.
"Ice idiot, don't listen to those strange and useless stories told by the owner of the idiot!"
"If you didn't listen, how would you know that it was your mother's man who said it?" Crystal akimbo, unwilling to show weakness, her IQ exploded, and her firepower was full.
"You should be the one who needs to reflect on it. The story of Xiaolongren is a long time ago. The fool who can't keep up with the times is destined to be left behind by Master Cirno and turned into the dust of history."
Crystal didn't speak, she shook her head directly, hummed a familiar tune, and looked at Cirno with her small eyes, with a contemptuous expression of "I have BGM, do you have?"
The lively and lovely tone, with a strong soft nasal voice, and the ancestral tone of running to grandma's house, plus the cute appearance of crystal shaking his head, and the 100% adaptation attribute that comes with it, it can be said to be quite suitable. Quite cute.
Let the few widows and children, can’t help but recall that year of God’s birthday...
"Oh, where did you learn it?" Team Five Colors was curious.
Crystal froze for a moment, and the lively tune suddenly became gloomy and gloomy, as if recalling the experience of not daring to look back. With the melancholy and sad eyes of the past people, the little childish voice brought a trace of hoarseness through the vicissitudes of life, she said. .
"This is... Crystal learned from life."
The five-color team looked at each other without knowing it. If the others understood, the eyes of the crystal were full of sympathy and admiration.
If it is not bad, this is indeed a life in exchange, the real warrior, the warrior.
Hardy, who was so cold, choked on the word "do" in his throat, stuck for a long time and was speechless. Seeing that no one paid attention to him at all, he cared what he said, dignified dragon king, deeply trapped in female frequency, cannot extricate himself, wronged the little wife It seems to be trembling and cold.
"Wow, Uncle Walter, your current form is very cool." I canceled the bear-man transformation in surprise, and exaggerated for a while. I also want to have a skin like this.
"I have stayed in the human world for a long time, and I am more accustomed to fighting in a human-like posture. This form can be considered as both." After changing his body, Walter's anger bar seemed to consume a lot, and he was still in the mood to blind me. Bibi.
No, it should be said that I am still in the mood to compare with him! Ten minutes, ten minutes, now a few minutes have passed?
"Three minutes have passed." Walter saw through the heart of the change, and his mouth filled with fangs: "How miserable are you trying to die? Even I can't help but worry for you."
"Come here, here come." I kicked a few legs, stretched a few waists, shakes a few hands, and decided, since Walter used the second stage transformation, I will also use my new second stage transformation.
The sword in his hand was thrown high in the sky, with the fish head facing up, like a salted fish yearning for the starry sky, spinning at high speed.
"Cover on me, Saint Cloth."
Accompanied by the low-pitched voice of the green voice, the salted fish sword bloomed, and cracks appeared in the body during the rotation. Following these cracks, it splits and turns into several parts, continues to deform, and then covers one by one. To me.
The fish head fell intact, turned into a helmet, a closed fish mouth, a movable visor, and the back of the head was a bit cold.
The naked body and fat on the front part are stretched out, divided into three parts: shoulder armor, breastplate and back armor. The marble-like texture appearance exudes a seductive fragrance.
The naked body and the medium fat in the middle part are divided into two. After complex distortion and deformation, they form knee pads and combat boots. The feet touch the ground, and the feedback is like the double soft stepping feeling of slipping in a cesspool wearing coconut shoes.
The naked and medium-fat tails squirmed and turned into a pair of finger guards. Every time you make a fist, it is an experience and insight of the of sushi.
The fish bones were folded in half along the midline of the spine and wrapped around the waist, thinking that the skirt armor and the hideous bone spurs showed strong force, that is, the legs were a little bit tied when bending.
The fins decorate the sides of the fish's head, like a sky-roofed feather, guarding the top and back of my head, and it is still cold.
The tail of the fish does not need to be cut, and it is folded down at 90 degrees, and it comes with a mini cloak shape, which makes it easy to show behind.
Bronze Saint Seiya of Salted Fish, come on!
In the dead silence, Crystal couldn't help but hummed a new tune, long, sad, and gentle.
"What's this again?" Suddenly some of the five-color team couldn't understand the little friends in front of them, and the familiar buddies were suddenly covered with a black curtain of unpredictable ghosts.
Obviously everyone is stupid, so why can you take out the transformation device from your arms? Have you inadvertently exposed the bulging belt on your belly button?
"Earth or something, a weird name, the owner said." Crystal raised her mouth proudly, and then added with a terrifying expression of despair: "It was the crystal's life in exchange."
Looking at the showy crystal, Cirno's mouth slumped. She suddenly remembered that when her mother's man was telling herself the story of Frieza Part 2, there was also a song in it, and she could not keep listening. Finished, lost.
The crystal in front of her made the proud Cirno feel the taste of defeat for the first time.
This kind of thing is probably the same as if an idiot can't catch a cold, Master Cirno has to admit that you are stronger in this respect, but Master Cirno is smarter.
I always felt that something was missing. I tried to make my fist, as if I had already made two tuna sushi.
It would be great if I brought the pair of semi-artificial swords and fists of the little fox. I suddenly realized where the missing piece of puzzle was. The little murloc was fighting the dragon knight, the old Dota player.
Now it can only be the Bronze Saint Seiya fighting against the dragon.
"Hey, are you serious?" the little dragon man on the opposite side asked in a non-emotional tone.
"It is false to say that you are 100% serious. After all, you are not a real enemy. In any case, it is impossible to deal with life and death. But if you say that I am not serious, it is also false. After all, I am very Strong."
I slowly raised my hands and drew a Pegasus constellation in mid-air. After all, there is no salted fish constellation, so I'll just use it.
"Just be serious."
As soon as this sentence fell, Walter's claws had already fallen, and the pair of icy vertical pupils that belonged to the dragon alone did not hesitate to overturn my Heavenly Spirit Cap.
Quick, there is only one quick word.
But it’s not bad for me to change back to my main body. Although I have not been able to fully integrate the power of the bear man and the werewolf so far, the strength of the bear man that can be exerted in the main body form is only about 90%. Don’t underestimate this. A master's move, one thousandth of a second is fatal.
Werewolf's transformation is even worse, probably only about 80%.
However, the main body is not without advantages. For example, it can also show up to 50% of the strength of the werewolf and 80% of the strength of the werewolf. 50% combat power.
In fact, there is no single answer to which is better or worse. It's the same as the dragon body and the humanoid form. Of course, there is still a new dragon form. In fact, the truth is the same. The specific situation is analyzed and which one is suitable.
For me, fighting with my own body requires both the strength of the bear and the magic of the werewolf. The fish and the bear’s paw have both, which is equivalent to sending out a signal of "I am going to start to wave".
However, I was admired for three days. I am no longer who I was yesterday. Now, I also have a two-stage transformation and a bronze saint. It can be said that there is stability in the waves, and waves, and waves. Do not wave.
Well, having said so much, in fact, I just want to explain that in the body state, the werewolf can exert more strengths, including the absolute speed of martial arts, so Walter seems to be a fortune, but in my eyes it is Unremarkable.
Moreover, I even dared to move my skull. Isn't it too dismissive of the salted fish sword?
I didn't hide, my forehead strayed, and the fins attached to the fish helmet like a cockscomb greeted Walter's claws, intending to have a pinpoint to the wheat.
For some reason, Walter, who was suspicious of the salted fish sword, withdrew his hand in a short time. He didn't dare to head-on, and he didn't come and be insulted. A four-fold flame fist was ready to go, with solid steps, and burst out instantly. His waist blasted Walter's face, and the flame-wrapped fist was like a cannonball made of a meteor.
Don’t ask for maximum power, just ask for speed and accuracy. A punch that can be hit is a punch, and the power of a fist that is not hit is useless. This is a condensed version of the lessons learned from the practice of Walter and I. .
Walter, who can only play 50% of his strength, did feel the threat of this punch. His eyes were slightly condensed. There was a kind of solemnity that this punch could not be avoided, but his expression was steady like an old dog. It was exactly the same as what I did just now. Tilting his head, the back of his face, with two simultaneous dodge movements, with a slight margin, I passed this punch...No, I didn't.
The fist wiped his face.
However, with a touch of sparks, the touch from the salted fish guards seemed to be rubbed on a hard object that was smooth and full of tension.
It's like... dragon scales.
Not only is it as hard as a steel plate, it is also as slippery as a mud loach. It simply relieves 70% or 80% of the force, and the rest is equivalent to drizzle.
Is it really impossible to avoid this punch?
No, it's just using the smallest dodge range, negligible mosquito damage, in exchange for a faster and sharper counterattack.
The arm that had already turned into a dragon's claw slammed into the opponent's heart silently, and the authentic black tiger could no longer dig his heart. Although the name was vulgar, it was a fatal move.
However, the subtle touch from the tip of the claws is firm, tight, and even elastic, not to mention piercing into the heart, and even vaguely popping away his indestructible claws.
Even Walter, who lives in Lugoin near the seaside all the year round, is in a trance-really such a resilient fish?
Compared to skillful unloading, this is ridiculous.
You come and I will try each other out. I have roughly figured out the details of the opponent's second transformation, but the distance has not been widened. When each other thinks it is enough to deal with the opponent's attack, the attack becomes more fierce and unscrupulous. .
Fists and claws collide, or interlace, forming a dazzling black screen in a space less than one meter away. It is impossible to see which one is virtual and which one is real.
The aftermath of the overflowing strength is squeezed out from the square inches, twisted into strands, strips, condensed but not scattered, driven by strength and will, incarnate into black and white energy giant snakes, dozens of hundreds Zhang, tens of thousands, hovered over the heads of the two on the battlefield, and then they stretched their teeth and claws, shot straight, biting, strangling, and swallowing hideously.
In a wider space, with a seemingly more tragic and magnificent momentum, the battle between the masters continues.
The so-called expert watching the doorway, and the layman watching the excitement, probably this is what it is. The bite of the giant snake is the excitement. People with insufficient strength will think that it represents the power confrontation between the two, but the real doorway is hidden in Jane. With a simple punch and claw, the closer the distance is, the more you can magnify the success or failure of every detail, and test your will and experience. A negligence that is usually insignificant can make this close battle defeated.
Even the projections above the sword peaks seemed to hold their breath, as if they were suddenly baffled by a hail in a gentle wind and drizzle, sighing deeply.
God knows that a moment ago, when I saw a second-stage transformation of a certain druid, how many dragons were facing the wall in order not to be broken. On the surface, there were more things I've seen. It’s nothing, secretly. At home, he was already smiling and turned into a piggy, Peppa~EbookFREE.me~. As a result, he put on a funny coat, and the fierce confrontation suddenly began.
In the previous battle, it was like talking about cross talk in a serious manner. Now, the dressing is starting to be more serious. I originally thought that the scene would become more serious. I did not expect that these two seemingly serious guys spoke each other. Shot, it turned out to be full of Yang Ma news network.
The annual reversal leader is none other than two.
Even Hardy, who was an eight-winged powerhouse, had a careless and boring look in his eyes.
Although Walter was rebellious, he was worthy of being Fix's son. He had such strength at this age, and he couldn't be too genius.
As for the other...
Hardy found himself unable to evaluate.
It stands to reason that humans are also a race favored by God. In the eyes of the dragon, second-class people, so-so, in thousands of years, there will be one or two geniuses comparable to the dragon, one or two hundred years old, It is not surprising that there are dragons of three to five hundred years old. After all, humans have short lives and dragons have long lives. It is impossible to generalize between humans and dragons.
You are an adult bullying a minor, so you still have reason? Still ambitious?
But the current situation...how to explain it?
It's a bit unclear. According to the age of a human, that guy should be in his forties, and Walter...three thousand years old, a bit too nonsense.
It can actually make the dragon's belly bigger!
Hardy even secretly wondered if this guy would be the illegitimate child left behind by the Supreme Dragon God who moved the heart of the mortal and a certain human!
Unfortunately, there is no evidence.
It doesn't matter, whatever is good, the Golden Dragon can't do without backing, and looking at it 10,000 steps back, it's not completely bad.
Now, I can only wait to upgrade to grandpa.
. . .