The withered grass trembled like countless daggers that had accumulated strength.

The dust trembled like an invisible web.

Shangguan Changqing was in the midst of it, and the crisis he felt was even stronger, and this kind of crisis he had never encountered or experienced since the rise of the Shangguan family.

The dead grass gave him the feeling of a great white shark in the deep sea, with a huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and at a moment, it would all bite at once.

And he is nothing more than a sea lion in the sea, and there is no escape.

"He's gathering momentum, go—" A thunderous voice exploded in his ears, causing him to wake up instantly.

"Wind Momentum"!

"Smoke and Confusion"!

"Mountain Collapse"!

The combination of three and three has finally taken shape!

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Shangguan Chang let go of his hands together, Song Ziwen couldn't hold on any longer, as if he had been hit by some heavy object, he could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking or shattering on his body, and then flew out upside down into the distance.

At the same time, Shangguan Changbai's body was just moving, and he wanted to go to the field, but a shining electric light stopped in front of him.

Shangguan Changsong snorted coldly, ignored Guo Qianheng's obstruction, and was about to strike again, but as soon as he raised his hands, the person retreated a few feet.

When he stabilized his body, his body still shook, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

Between the lightning and the fire, his eyes were dark again, and a person appeared in front of him.

This man held Song Ziwen, who was already unconscious, with one arm.

This person is wearing a gray Mao suit, a Chinese face, a delicate and cold face, and his eyes are like stars, as deep as a cold pool.

"Song ...... Song Ziwu!" Shangguan Changsong opened his mouth, and the blood in his mouth also came out, and it was only at this time that he could take a deep breath.

Song Ziwu hugged Song Ziwen and said coldly: "The people of the Song family, you also dare to hurt it? ”

After speaking, he only showed a slight glance in the direction of the broken cocoon, and in the blink of an eye, the person was gone.

I don't know where I came from, I don't know how to go, it's like a shock. But the meaning of turning a blind eye to the world has been deeply imprinted in the minds of witnesses, and it cannot be removed.

One is a quasi-great magician, and the other is only one step away from a quasi-great magician, but the gap is so big.

Shangguan Changsong didn't have time to look at Song Ziwu, who was leaving, and he didn't have time to say a word to Shangguan Changbai, who was confronting Guo Ganheng and others, and had already pounced on Shangguan Changqing's side.

It's just that it seems to be a little late.

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Relatively speaking, the internal force of breaking the cocoon is very strong, and the three-three combination mentioned by Cheng Lao does not only need the support of internal force, but more importantly, it needs to have the spiritual power that can resist this combination, that is, the mind.

If the cocoon's body is a bowl, the combination of two and two is just enough to fill a bowl of water for his body, and there is also overflow.

Then the three-three combination is at least two bowls of water, which is far from being able to hold one bowl.

When the combination of two pairs is formed, the cocoon is broken with internal force, and the mind can barely bear it, so as not to let the bowl break. When coupled with the other most critical attack technique, "Mountain Collapse", although his internal strength can keep up, the endurance of his mind is much worse.

When he wanted to increase the height of the bowl with internal force, the pressure in his mind was no longer within his reach.

The dead grass on his body has been squeezed out by the pressure in his body and hangs in the air.

Breaking the cocoon used his internal force to control the three techniques, so that he could not control the wound, and the blood gushed out from the wound shot by the dead grass, bubbling like a tiny spring.

When the three potentials had been formed, his mind was also blurred, and even the big treasure dozens of meters away was in a trance.

He only saw Dabao and Lu Qiang looking at this side together, but he couldn't see their faces clearly.

At this time, Shangguan Changqing felt that he had become a fish in a net, and once he turned around and fled without resistance, his back was empty, and he might not be able to withstand that dangerous blow.

But the purity of his internal force is far inferior to that of Breaking the Cocoon, no matter how he adjusts it, the things in the air that were originally controlled by him have no sense, and he can only barely involve them occasionally, but he can't change the fact that he is ready.

If he had also seen the analysis of the magic ten thousand laws, of course he could crack the three-three combination of breaking the cocoon, but this three-three combination was originally a life-saving trick that Cheng Lao temporarily made do with the cocoon, which was much rougher than the things in the second episode of the "special argument and illusion solution".

The above official Changqing's eyesight, of course, can't understand this combination, but it doesn't prevent him from seeing danger.

When he sensed that the blades and withered grass that he controlled were all out of control, he saw the cocoon wave his hands lightly.

With that wave, the clouds are light and the wind is light!

Or is it, exhausted!

The blood mist spreads, like a colorful cloud driven by the wind, rolling up and relaxing.

The wind rose again, and the dead grass fell like arrows and swords.

The sky is full of withered grass, chaotic, only in the same direction, like a school of fish in the deep sea.

The distance between Breaking the Cocoon and Shangguan Changqing was not far, but it was only four or five meters, and the grass sword was coming in an instant.

The sand web was like spider silk, delaying Shangguan Changqing's movements, and some invisible force in the wind also slowed Shangguan Changqing's shot.

Even if these forces could not completely restrain his movements, these small obstacles could pose a deadly threat to him.

At this time, he couldn't avoid it, and even if it was dangerous, he could only resist it.

I saw him slap his chest, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, forming dozens of small beads of blood.

"Changqing, don't ......" a roar came from behind him, but he couldn't stop it.

After spitting out this mouthful of blood, Shangguan Changqing's face turned pale, his body couldn't help trembling, and even the fine lines on his face became thicker.

Every bead of blood shimmered black in the moonlight, and there was not a trace of red in sight.

Dozens of blood beads were in the air, as if they had eyes, and they scattered towards the speeding grass sword.

Just listening to a dense "boom, boom", countless black "lights and shadows" flashed, blasting the blood beads clean everywhere with a devastating momentum, and even the moonlight seemed to have disappeared here.

But there were too many dead leaves in the air, and when the blood beads exploded, those distant dead leaves filled the area again, like a herd of wild boars after being annoyed, and shot at Shangguan Changqing even more frantically.

Dead leaves, like arrows like swords.

Shangguan Changqing struck a blow just now, as if he had already exhausted his mind, and looked at the oncoming "Wind Soldier Grass Armor" that was originally his own, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

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The wind became gentle, and the leaves of withered grass that had not been able to arrive in time were swept away by the wind and fluttered messily in the air.

The sand and dust formed by the loess either drifts away with the wind or falls on the hard snow, making a slight rustling sound.

The space is clear.

Breaking the cocoon is also a full-strength blow with no way out, and the already uncontrollable body seems to have been drained of all its strength, and it has always been hard to hold on and not fall.

At the same time, Shangguan Changsong had already rushed to the ground, he only stopped beside Shangguan Changqing for a moment, looking at the clan brother with withered grass and leaves on his face and body, and he was inexplicably sad and indignant.