Chapter 3840 The Successor of the God of Song

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"This is……"

Walter's new attitude that he had never shown before, and the powerful throwing of tiles that could be felt from a distance, made everyone look shocked.

"That's right." Hardy thought. These guys were lucky enough to come to the Dragon Paradise and see the rare (stupid) amiable (lazy) and (amusing) affectionate (comparison) scene between the giant dragons. They seemed to have forgotten the giant dragons. 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 2nd Dan!"

Crystal and Cirno, the two answering geniuses, couldn't wait for Hardy to finish speaking in a mysterious tone that sounded like bluffing a child. They raised their little hands to express that they had read too many scripts like this.

However, the inconsistent answers made the two little guys glare at each other and fell into cockfighting mode.

"Idiot Ice Cube, please stop listening to those weird and useless stories told by the idiot breeder!"

"If you didn't listen, how would you know it was your mother's man who said it?" Crystal put her hands on her hips, not to be outdone, her IQ exploded and she was full of firepower.

"You are the one who should reflect deeply. The little dragons are a story so long ago. Idiots who cannot keep up with the times are destined to be left behind by Sir Cirno and turn into the dust of history."

Crystal didn't speak. She just shook her little head and hummed a familiar tune. She looked at Cirno with a contemptuous expression of "I have BGM, do you?"

With a lively and cute tone, a thick nasal voice, and the ancestral tune of running to grandma's house, coupled with the cute appearance of Crystal shaking her head, and the 100% adaptive attribute, it can be said that it is quite suitable for the situation and quite cute. Cute.

The few left behind, the old and the young, couldn't help but recall the God's birthday that year...

"Oh, where did you learn it from?" the five-color team was curious.

Crystal was stunned, and the lively tune suddenly became depressed and gloomy, as if recalling an experience that she dared not look back on. With the melancholy and sad eyes of someone who had experienced it, her little childish voice actually had a hint of hoarseness that had gone through vicissitudes of life, she said .

"This is... something Crystal learned through his life."

The five-color team didn't know what was going on and looked at each other in confusion. If the others understood something, they looked at Crystal with eyes full of sympathy and admiration.

If what is expected is true, this is indeed a sacrifice of one's life, a true warrior, a warrior.

The neglected Hadi choked on the word "do" in his throat and was stuck for a long time speechless. Seeing that no one paid attention to him at all, did he care what he said? He was a majestic dragon king, couldn't extricate himself from the female video, and wronged his little wife. He seemed to be shaking with breath and coldness.

"Oh, Uncle Walter, your current form is very cool." I canceled the bear-man transformation in surprise, and I boasted at the same time. I also want to get a skin like this.

"I have been 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 a balance of both." Changed? Walter's anger bar seems to have been consumed a lot? He is still in the mood to fool around with me. Bibi.

No, it should be said that I am still in the mood to compare nonsense with him! Ten minutes, ten minutes? How many minutes has it been now?

"It's been three minutes." Walter saw through Bian Fang's heart at a glance. He grinned and revealed a mouth full of fangs: "How miserable do you want to die? Even I can't help but worry for you."

"Come here? Come here." I kicked my legs a few times, stretched my waist a few times, and shook my hands a few times. I decided that since Walter used the second stage transformation, I should also use my ship's new second stage transformation.

The sword in his hand was thrown high into the sky, and the fish's head turned upward, like a salted fish yearning for the starry sky, whirring and whirring at high speed.

"Cover me, Holy Cloth."

As Ye Qinghui's deep voice sounded, the Salted Fish Sword bloomed with light, and cracks appeared on the body as it rotated. It split along these cracks, turned into several parts, continued to deform, and then covered one piece after another. onto me.

The fish's head fell completely and turned into a helmet. The fish's mouth opened and closed as a movable visor. The back of the head felt a little cold.

The naked body and fat at the front are stretched out and divided into three parts: shoulder armor, breastplate and back armor. It has a marble-like texture and exudes an alluring fragrance.

The middle body and middle fat are divided into two, and after complex twisting deformation, they form knee pads and combat boots. When the feet touch the ground, they give back a double soft feeling like wearing coconut shoes and slipping into a cesspit.

The naked and medium-fat parts of the tail wriggled several times and turned into a pair of mittens. Every time he made a fist, it was an experience and realization of the sushi god.

The fish bones are folded in half along the midline of the spine and wrapped around the waist to form a skirt. The ferocious bone spurs show strong force, but they are a bit piercing the legs when bending over.

The fin spines decorate both sides of the fish's head, like crown feathers rising into the sky, guarding the top of my head and the back of my head, which is still cool.

The fishtail does not need to be cut, it can be folded down at 90 degrees and has a mini cape shape, which can be flowed freely behind the back, so chic.

Bronze Saint of the Salted Fish Constellation, enter!

In the dead silence, Crystal couldn't help but hum a new tune, distant, sad, and gentle.

"What is this?" The five-color team suddenly couldn't understand the friends in front of them. The familiar enemy and best friend were suddenly covered with an unpredictable black curtain.

Obviously everyone is stupid, why can you take out the transformer from your arms? Did you also inadvertently reveal the bulging belt above your navel?

"Earth and stuff, weird names, the owner said it." Crystal raised the corners of her mouth proudly, and then added with a terrifying expression of despair: "Crystal paid for it with his life."

Seeing the crystal in the limelight, Cirno pursed her lips. She suddenly recalled that when her mother's man told her the story of Frieza's second episode, there was also a song mixed in with it. She couldn't insist on listening to it. Done, 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 an idiot not catching a cold. Cirno-sama has to admit that you are stronger in this aspect, but Cirno-sama is smarter.

Feeling that something was missing, I tried to make a fist, as if I had already made two portions of tuna sushi.

It would be nice if I brought the little fox's pair of semi-artifact fist swords. I suddenly realized where the missing piece of the puzzle was. The little fish man fought against the dragon knight, a veteran Dota player.

Now it can only be the Bronze Saint who fights the little dragon.

"Hey, are you serious?" The little dragon man opposite asked in an emotionless tone.

"It's a lie to say that I'm 100% serious. After all, you are not a real enemy, and you can't treat me with a life-and-death fight anyway. But if you say that I'm not serious, that's also a lie. After all, now I am very powerful."

I slowly raised my hands and gestured with the Pegasus constellation in mid-air. After all, there is no salted fish constellation. Let's make do with it.

"Just be serious."

As soon as these words were spoken, Walter's claws had already fallen down on my head, and those cold vertical pupils belonging to the dragon were planning to overturn my Heavenly Spirit Cap without any hesitation.

Kuai, there is only one word Kuai.

But it’s not bad for me to return to my true form. Although I haven’t been able to fully integrate the powers of the werewolf and the werewolf so far. In my true form, I can only exert about 90% of the werewolf’s power. Don’t underestimate this 10%. A thousandth of a second between masters can be fatal.

The fusion degree of werewolf transformation is even worse, and it can only perform about 80%.

But the main body is not without its advantages. For example, when you can exert 90% of the strength of the werewolf transformation, you can also use 50% of the strength of the werewolf. When you exert 80% of the strength of the werewolf transformation, you can also use the 80% of the strength of the werewolf transformation. 50% of the combat power.

Which one is better and which one is worse? In fact, there is no single answer, just like the dragon body and the humanoid form - of course, there is also a brand new dragon-human form. In fact, the principle is the same. The specific situation is analyzed in detail to determine which one is suitable.

For me, fighting with the body requires both the combat power of a bear and the magic of a werewolf. It is equivalent to sending a signal "I am going to start wandering".

However, after three days of separation, you should look at each other with admiration. I am no longer the person I was yesterday. Now, I also have a second stage of transformation, and I have a bronze holy garment. It can be said that there is stability in the waves, both stable and waves, not stable but not stable. Don't waste time.

Well, having said so much, I actually just want to explain that in the original state, the werewolf can display more of its strength, including its absolute speed that is unparalleled in martial arts, so Walter seems to be very fast, but in my eyes it is Unremarkable.

Moreover, you dare to touch my skull. Doesn’t it mean you don’t take the Salted Fish Sword seriously?

I refused to hide, tilted my head, and the fins, which were attached to the fish helmet like cockscombs, moved forward according to Walter's fallen claws, intending to hit him with a needle.

Walter, who was suspicious of the Salted Fish Sword for some reason, retracted his hand in an instant, not daring to confront him head-on. He was ready to strike with a four-fold flaming fist, with a solid step and an instant burst. With the force of his waist, he punched Walter in the face, and the fist wrapped in flames was like a cannonball made of meteors.

We don’t seek maximum power, only speed and accuracy. A punch that can hit is a punch. It’s useless no matter how powerful the punch is if it doesn’t hit. This is a condensed version of the experience and lessons that Walter and I have learned from practicing in so many games. .

Walter, who could only exert 50% of his strength, really felt the threat of this punch. His eyes were slightly focused, with a solemn expression that he could not avoid this punch, but his expression was as steady as an old dog. It was exactly the same as my action just now. He slightly He tilted his head, and with the help of two simultaneous dodge movements, the back of his face allowed the punch to pass by a slight margin... No, he didn't.

The fist grazed his face.

However, there was a spark, and the touch from the salted fish gauntlet was like rubbing on a hard object that was polished smooth and full of tension.

Like... dragon scales.

Not only is it as hard as a steel plate, but it is also as slippery as a loach. It simply removes 70% to 80% of the force, and the remaining bit is equivalent to drizzle.

Is it really impossible to avoid this punch?

No, it's just using the smallest dodge range and negligible mosquito damage in exchange for a faster and sharper counterattack.

The arm that had turned into a dragon's claw stabbed the opponent's heart silently. The more authentic Black Tiger ripped out the heart. Although the name was vulgar, it was fatal in one move.

However, the subtle touch coming from the tip of the claws, the flesh was strong, tight, and even elastic. Not to mention piercing into the heart, it even vaguely bounced away his indestructible claws.

It even made Walter, who lived in Lugoin near the seaside all year round, feel confused - is there really such elastic fish meat?

Compared with the skillful discharge of force, this is called ridiculous.

You came and I tested each other's moves, and we roughly figured out the details of the other party's second stage transformation, but the distance did not widen. When both sides thought they were enough to cope with the opponent's attack, the attacks became more violent and unscrupulous. .

The fists and claws collided or intertwined, forming a dazzling black screen in a space less than one meter away. It was impossible to tell which one was virtual and which one was real.

The aftermath of the overflowing energy was squeezed out from within a square inch and twisted into strands, one by one, condensing without scattering. Driven by strength and will, it transformed into a giant black and white energy snake, dozens of hundreds of them. Tens of feet, thousands of them, hovered and swallowed above the heads of the two men on the battlefield, then opened their teeth and claws, shot straight and fast, biting, strangulating, and devouring ferociously.

In a wider space, the battle between the masters continues with a seemingly more tragic and magnificent momentum.

The so-called insiders watch the door, and the layman watches the excitement, this is probably what it is. The bite of the giant snake is the excitement. People with insufficient strength will think that it represents the confrontation of strength between the two people. However, the real doorway is hidden in the simple... In a simple punch or claw, the closer the distance, the more the success or failure of every detail can be magnified, testing the will and experience. A usually trivial negligence may make this close combat defeat.

Even the projections on the sword peaks seemed to be holding their breath, as if they were suddenly hit by a ball of hail in the gentle breeze and drizzle, and sighed.

God knows just a moment ago, when I saw a certain druid's second transformation, how many dragons faced the wall in order not to be disconnected. On the surface, they looked calm and calm, and they looked like I had seen too many things, so it was nothing. Secretly, At home, she was already on her back with laughter, living like Peppa Pig.

As a result, they suddenly put on funny clothes and started a fierce confrontation with fists and fists.

The previous battle was like talking about cross talk in a serious manner, but now, the dressing up has begun to become more informal. I originally thought that the scene would become more informal, but I didn't expect that these two seemingly informal guys started talking. When he made a move, he spoke in a Yangma News Network accent.

The turnaround leaders of the year are none other than these two.

Even Hardy, who is an eight-winged warrior, originally had a careless and bored look in his eyes, but now he had a bit of evaluation.

Although Walter is rebellious, he is worthy of being Fix's son. With such strength at this age, it is not too much to call him a genius.

As for the other one...

Hardy found himself unable to comment.

Logically speaking, human beings can be regarded as a race favored by God. In the eyes of the giant dragon, they are second-class people, so-so. In tens of millions of years, one or two geniuses who are comparable to the dragon will appear, one or two hundred years old. It is not surprising that there is a giant dragon that is three to five hundred years old. After all, human beings have short lifespans, while giant dragons have long lifespans. One cannot generalize between humans and dragons.

Is it okay for you, an adult, to bully a minor? Are you still ambitious?

But the current situation...how to explain it?

It's a bit unclear to explain. According to human age, that guy should be only in his forties, and Walter... three thousand years old, which is a bit nonsense.

It can actually make the dragon's belly bigger!

Hardy even secretly wondered whether this guy might be the illegitimate son left by the Supreme Dragon God and a human after his mortal heart was moved!

Unfortunately there is no evidence.

No matter what, no matter what, the Golden Dragon can't live without its back. Looking back ten thousand steps, it's not completely without good things.

Now, all I can do is wait to be upgraded to grandpa.

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