Vol 3 Chapter 869: Barbarian warrior

After the spar, after absorption, the military can have a great chance to comprehend the artistic conception of the fire. The martial art itself is the enemy of fire. After absorption, the power of artistic conception will become stronger.
Even some high-quality flame spar, after absorption, directly comprehend the will, is not impossible.
Of course, the number of such fine sparks is very rare, and the value of the city is rarely found.
In front of these dozens of flame spar flying toward the king-class warship, apparently there is no existence of the best flame spar, otherwise the two deputy masters have long been unable to withstand.
However, the value should not be underestimated. The number is still large. If you just pick one, you can make a small fortune.
The flames are more and more clear, and only the naked eye can see the red spar in the flame.
Hey!
A group of people flew up and set themselves in the void, flying toward the light group.
The two deputy lords, glanced at the unmoving Xiao Chen, the old man on the left said: "Xiao Chen, you also want to fight for it, as long as you don't leave the battleship too far, both hours are safe."
"There is no air obstruction in the sky, and the speed will be somewhat uncontrollable at first. You should adapt to the flame spar first."
The person on the right has opened up some topics.
Xiao Chen can't help but smile. He naturally wants to fight for it. Even if he can't use it, he can change a lot of stars.
But the mysterious man chased by the distant side, the throne of the throne is obviously the death throne in the throne of the evil king, and the source of his killing throne.
Geng Jiao once said that the throne of the evil king is divided into seven, each of which represents a higher artistic conception. As long as the prince is combined with the throne of the other party, a higher artistic conception can be added.
In addition to the artistic conception of feng shui, fire and thunder, the world's artistic conception also has high artistic conception of killing, destruction, immortality, destruction, death, despair, darkness and so on.
Each of these artistic conceptions can make the strength of the military people leap once.
The mysterious man, if he sensed that he had a killing throne, would definitely throw it up in desperation. As for the rumors of the reincarnation of the Seven Thrones, it is estimated that no one really believes.
"Xiao Chen, don't worry, you will always take this step. Now you are familiar with it."
The two deputy lords continued to persuade, they thought that Xiao Chen was worried about the strange environment of the stars and refused to go out.
Xiao Chen’s heart smile turned into a tangled, and now it’s really impossible to go out, knowing the throne that controls the spirit in the sea will be wrapped up in layers.
With the guilt of his sin, Xiao Chen still understands that he has never used the Scarlet Throne because his own strength is not strong enough.
Once exposed, the attention of some strong people will bring great hidden dangers.
Gently, Xiao Chen instantly passed through the protective cover of the battleship and came to the innocent starry sky. When the protective cover came out, the body pressure suddenly decreased and the speed automatically increased by 20%.
There is no air obstruction in the universe, and the speed will be much faster than that of the Kunlun continent. In the Kunlun world, the speed will reach a certain level and it will enter the bottleneck.
As long as you break into the void, you can speed up the speed a bit, but you want to tear the void of the Kunlun world, but it is something that the master-level Wu Sheng can't do.
Slightly adapted to the surrounding environment, holding the breath, running the real element for internal circulation, Xiao Chen looked at the situation ahead.
Cui Hao took the lead and flexibly avoided the meteorites in the starry sky, rushing in front of everyone. It’s the closest to the dozens of blood-colored flames, and the eyes are quite excited.
"Jiaojiao, the throne I wrapped up several layers with spiritual strength, that guy should not be able to find it."
"It shouldn't be, if you can still be found, you will not be able to get out of the battleship."
A conversation, let Xiao Chen put down his heart, as for the spar, is not what he needs urgently, can fight for it.
At the foot of the Lelong step, Xiao Chen's eyes condensed, flashing quickly toward the front, and then sent first, more than a large group of people, and Cui Hao go hand in hand.
"Oh, you lose half of your land, you want to fight me in the stars, you are absolutely impossible."
Cui Hao was facing Xiao Chen, Shen Sheng said, the speed increased again, and Xiao Chen opened a large distance.
Listening to Cui Hao's rather ridiculous words, Xiao Chen smiled faintly and ignored it. He continued to fly forward at a constant speed.
"Well, the first spar is mine."
There was a hint of joy on his face. Cui Hao was in shape and moved toward the growing strip of sparkling spar. He tried to grab a flame spar directly.
True Yuan scrolling, a flame spar, immediately broke away from the original trajectory and flew toward Cui Hao.
The color of joy on the face is getting thicker. Cui Hao takes a step forward and must hold the spar completely.
"Get out of the way, I see things in the king's disability, you dare to grab!"
An angry drink suddenly sounded from afar. Seeing Cui Hao in front, suddenly a black gas appeared, sweeping over like a whip.
The stone that was about to be hand-finished was instantly smashed out, and the black real power was not reduced, and it continued to sweep toward Cui Hao.
"The corpse warrior?"
Cui Hao's face changed slightly, and the scimitar appeared in his hand. He waved a crescent knife and shattered the black gas.
The black gas did not disappear immediately. It was wrapped around the machete and spread downwards, just like the devil's arm. It looked very strange.
Guanghua flashed, Cui Hao transferred some real yuan, and then removed those black gases from the machete.
Looking up, above a black cloud, a dark-skinned young man with a long whip in his hand, a deadly look.
Can be double-eyed, but unusually sharp, toward Cui Hao, let him feel a sharp edge.
"Where the corpse warriors came out, they were young, and there was a repair of the peak and the half."
Cui Hao’s heart was very surprised.
Xiao Chen, who came over, took a shot and took the flame spar that had been thrown out of his hand in his hand. The flame disappeared.
The size of a glass bead, the dull color of the blood-colored spar appeared in the eyes of Xiao Chen, could not help but feel a little disappointed.
Looking at the color and size, you can guess that this soot is obviously a defective product.
Looking at the confrontation of Cui Hao and the mysterious corpse warrior, Xiao Chen looked around and looked at the flame spar that continued to fly.
More than a dozen flame spar, always find a quality in the middle.
The king's remnant on the throne was a cold smile, leaping and leaping, flashing, driving a thick black cloud, leaping to the front of the large group of spar.
The long whip in the hand swept out, and a violent wind swept across. The trajectory of more than a dozen spar was completely disrupted.
Then the long whip was a roll, and the three or four flame spar was taken into his hands. Looking at the chasing Cui Hao, he sneered and pointed at the air.
Two stone sarcophagi, flashing in the void, blocked Cui Hao in tandem.
The coffin threshold opened, and the horrible corpse overflowed from the inside. Two sly magical shackles, wearing heavy stone armor, rushed toward Cui Hao.
The round moon wheel in the body suspends the top of the head and sprinkles the silk-like light curtain. Cui Hao holds the crescent moon scimitar and slashes the chest on the front.
The dull voice sounded, and the knife did not smash the stone armor in front of the chest, leaving only a shallow mark and knocking it back ten meters.
Behind the magic, but the opportunity to kill, the dark five fingers sharp like a sharp knife, inserted in the curtain hanging under the round moon wheel.
Except for Cui Hao's surprise, the curtain formed by the moonlight could not stop this magical attack, and there was a black corpse on his fingertips.
The curtain was corroded, and it was easily mistaken by the magical fingers. The magical and cruel smile, and the five fingers caught Cui Hao's back.
At this moment, Cui Hao just knocked back the magical zombie in front, and it was too late to dodge if it was caught.
The corpse that may contain the will of death on the fingertips will deal a fatal blow to him.
Just as he was in horror, there was a loud noise behind him, and a foot was printed on the top of the devil's head. The giant force rushed out, and the magical zombie flew for several kilometers.
boom!
A star-studded meteorite whizzed, just hit the devil's body, the rapid meteorite, falling apart, turned into crumbs, and the magic is not damaged.
The corpse is powerful and surprising, Xiao Chen secretly said that this magical stiffness is stronger than the magical silence of the Netherland refining system in the Cangjie world.
"Thank you!"
Looking back, Cui Hao said to Xiao Chen, sincerely, he was a little too much.
Xiao Chen smiled slightly and pointed to his front. Cui Hao was stunned, and there was still a magical knot that could not be solved. Now is not the time to say thank you.
With a slight turn of gaze, it was such a delay that more than a dozen pieces of flame spar had been taken away by the genius genius who was called Wang Zhan.
"No, it's not clean."
Xiao Chen's calm face flashed a dignified color, and the other's long whip was ready to take away the last moment of the spar, and was actually freed by the spar.
At the foot of the slamming burst of a smashing electric light, Xiao Chen put the dragon's step to the full force, lifted his foot and jumped, and the distance of five kilometers rushed.
When he reached out and grabbed it, he held the last flame spar in his hand, and the blood flame disappeared. A deep, spar appeared in Xiao Chen’s hands.
Xiao Chen’s face was a joy, saying:
It’s really the top of the flame spar. It seems to be a good guess.

A few disciples of the Tianzong who did not dare to move because of the scruples of the king in advance, did not seem to be envious.
"court death!"
Wang Ren is very angry, the value of a top quality spar is worth more than the sum of his spar.
The long whip infinitely extended, such as a fierce black viper, smashed toward Xiao Chen.
Holding the spar in the left hand, Xiao Chen looked up slightly and looked at the black long whip that came in. He directly reached out and grabbed the long whip firmly in his hand.
Above the throne of death, Wang Zhan saw that Xiao Chen seized his long whip, and he could not help but laugh at it. He dared to compete with the corporal warrior.
Hard as iron hands, violently pull back, it is necessary to pull Xiao Chen.
It can be a long whip at the other end. Wang Ren feels like pulling a mountain. It doesn't move at all. His face is slightly ugly and strange. "Can't you pull?"
Xiao Chen sneered, and the right hand gently pulled back. The king of the throne, with a bang, was taken up.
On the strength, the other side is bursting.