v7 Chapter 882： Third Shard (2/2)

Black robe plus body, palm scepter, two soul flames jumping burning temple worship.

A close-fitting silver-scale armor, a thin and erect body, a long-range temple attacker with a long bow on his quiver.

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The throne of the eleventh gathered all the guarding forces in the temple. They had a body of hundreds of miles, and their breath was terrible. They were far more powerful and ordinary temple destroyers. When Xiao Chen walked into the right temple of the temple, the eleven figures opened their eyes at the same time, full of redness, cold and violent murder!

Roar!

In the roar, the figure on the throne of the eleventh rose at the same time. The remote attacker of the temple took an arrow from the back with a length of dozens of miles. The shoulder was an icy flat triangle. to make. The bow bowed, and the bow string sang, and it was pulled into a dangerous and visually impacting full moon shape. With the release of fingers, the arrow seemed to travel through time and space and broke into the air.

The sacrifice of the temple sacrifice two groups of soul flames soaring in the eye socket, the bone scepter held high in the hands, suddenly dropped, the obscure and deep dark power wave suddenly came, several black shadows appeared directly, and flew towards Xiao Chen in the howling.

The flesh-colored flesh on the back was suddenly photographed, and the leader of the temple blasted out like a ripped cannonball. The strong body leaned back slightly, his hands were raised high, the muscles were tight, showing fierce and fierce lines with strong visual impact. The bladed axe traversed a horrible trajectory, and suddenly fell off in the harsh sound of the air.

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Xiao Chen lifted slowly, stepped on the ground with a little force under his feet, and the figure suddenly radiated away, with a black sword in his left hand, and his right tooth ...

After a moment, he bent his knees on one leg and squatted down on the ground, breathing slightly, and behind him, the bow of the last temple attacker suddenly broke, then the bow, and then his chest. The upper part of the body slides down in a gush of blood and water, and the cut surface is flat as a mirror.

Eleven powerful Temple Destroyers are dying at the moment.

The external leather armor quickly melted into the body and disappeared, revealing Xiao Chen's pale face. He coughed softly, and his eyes showed a bit of pain. The Destroyers of the Eleven Temples have extremely horrifying powers, and their perfect cooperation with each other can form a perfect battle array, making each other's power to the extreme, and has extremely amazing superimposed properties. In this state of warfare, they can even tear the repressive power of the chaos world and release the magical power of lethality, which is even more terrifying. The union of the eleven temple destroyers is very close to the strength of a temple terminator. If it was not for the protection of leather armor, Xiao Chen may have been torn by them. Even if they resisted, through the trace of sharp power of leather armor, Make him suffer a minor injury.

But at this moment, it is not the time to take care of the injury. He slowly inhales, mobilizes physical strength, and temporarily suppresses the pain from the physical body, but his brow can't help but wrinkle slightly, obviously this process is not easy. After a while, his expression was slightly loose, his eyes were slightly tired, and his injuries had been suppressed temporarily. As long as the power in his body was not widely mobilized, there would be no backlash.

He slowly looked up, his eyes fell on the throne of the eleventh. In the fierce assassination of the throne, the throne was not damaged in the slightest. His mind moved slightly, and the **** came out of the body and swept away.

After counting his breath, he raised his eyebrows slightly and stepped forward. The figure appeared on the first throne. He took a small nail-sized piece from the corner of his back and took the fragment in his hand. He walked towards the second throne. Remove the second small fragment on the left foot, followed by the third throne and the fourth ... Xiao Chen's figure has made a circle around the eleven throne, and eleven fragments of different sizes have been added to the hand. Hold them in the palm of your hand, the edges of the eleven fragments will automatically lighten the aura, attract each other closer, and the closer the distance is, the more auras will be dazzling, slowly blending in the auras, and finally turning into a completed fragment.

The material is unknown, dark red and slightly heavy.

The third piece.

Xiao Chen's hand flashed a little light, and the two pieces of stone pale and restrained slightly black that had been merged appeared in his hand. The next moment, the third dark blood-colored fragment approached automatically. The chipping depression at the edge blended perfectly with the bumps and cracks left after the fusion of the two pieces. The stone, light black, and dark blood shimmered. The three fragments in Xiao Chen's hands have been merged. From the fragment that has been fused, it can already be seen that its complete shape should be a regular circular shape the size of an adult's palm, and now it can be completed by only missing the last piece. By then, the efficacy of this fragment will naturally be known.

The stone is pale, slightly black and restrained, dark red, and the three different colors are then combined to present a completely different sense of confrontation, which makes them feel weird. It seems that their eyes are down and it is difficult to accept.

Xiao Chen's brow frowned slightly, he groaned a little, and a faint consciousness was discovered between the gods and fell on the stone in his hand. This was just a subconscious detection. He had done it before, but nothing happened, but this time, things changed.

Divine consciousness fell on the fragments and instantly merged into them.

Xiao Chen was slightly pleased, and his face suddenly became stiff the next moment.

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