A place with no sky and no earth at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

In the fierce sword clanging, the peak alchemy creation and the sharp weapon spawned by the ultimate spirit of words tested each other's sharpness and solidity in the kinetic energy exchange, and the sword light of Mo Death cut the white king's scale armor through the sky and clouds, and the wound began to close in less than a moment, as a price, the thick sword blade of Han Bafang was broken open by the bone sword, and the amazing thing is that the small collapse is also automatically repaired at a slow speed.

At the same time as the two monsters collided, the elements around Chen Mo and the White King fell into extreme chaos, not only the elements disturbed their spirits, but the flow of high-energy particles generated by the collision also impacted the alchemy circuits on the flesh and dragon bones.

Mo Sheng, the long sword dragged by Chen Mo's right limb, slashed straight up when it collided, and the sword light that broke through the sound barrier reached the pale neck, but one arm was across the path of the long sword in advance, slender and powerful, and the muscles and hideous scale armor that almost swelled out of it were the fierce tigers blocking the way.

A deafening impact sounded, and the eight-sided Han Sword successfully cut through the barrier of the flesh and blood of the scale armor, and then stuck on the golden bones that grew like weeds, it was hard to imagine how far the White King's manipulation of the flesh had reached, and the bones that were stretched out like a coral tree intensified after restricting this powerful alchemy sword, and the extremely dense dragon bones seemed to lock Mo Sheng completely here.

Although the few flesh amplification results of the dissection of the Lingling and the Dragon Clan in the order list have been stabbed a few times in the main artery of biology, it is still savable compared to the physics next door that has been shattered all over the ground, but after the miracle of Yagi appeared, the current biology of human beings can also choose to go back and buy a tablet and wait for death.

Chen Mo's alchemy dragon body twisted to the right with the tough vertebrae as the axis, his right hand suddenly drew the sword, the proliferating dragon bone was torn apart by the sword light that was pulled out, and the short sword in his left hand pressed towards the Tiancong Cloud that was bounced away, he chose to use Mo Death to limit this artifact that could cut the alchemy skeleton in two with one sword, so as to avoid exchanging injuries with the White King after the sword in his right hand was successful.

Compared with the almost immortal body, Chen Mo didn't feel that his skeleton had been replaced with a blood bar.

The wound that cuts from the arm to the arm bone closes very quickly, and the damaged part falls off automatically, turning into fly ash in mid-air, and the new cells and muscle fibers that divide and proliferate quickly gather desperately.

In the next moment, two beasts or gods that were out of the realm of living things were bitten together again, and the holy war between the king and the king was done in every possible way, the elemental spirit cut through the sky, the flames and ice were intertwined on the clouds, and the high-speed air currents with great temperature differences tore through the thick dark clouds again and again, but then the clouds gathered in pieces, as if to cover the divine war.

Whether it is an ice cross gun up to 100 meters long, or a burst of flames that can burn down the entire building, in the eyes of the gods, it is only the embodiment of the active elements, they can easily cancel the effect of words and spirits close to them, compared to the lethal effect, these bells and whistles of the elements are only a cover for the next physical fight, just like the monk hides the blade under the robe, the intricate pattern embroidered on the robe dances violently when the warrior monk rises, the assassination knife has already wiped the throat when the eyes are dazzled, and the falling red rain is dotted on the solemn confessional robe, Trace.

Both kings possessed absolute spiritual realms, and the authority they possessed once belonged to one person, so their realms were unusually similar. Although they are powerless when they construct in the enemy's domain, once they are close to them, the master of the fifth element can easily disarm them.

And when the swords fight and bite each other, the royal domain is neutralized, and the effect of all words and spirits is suppressed to close to zero.

Wounds of different sizes frequently appeared on the body of the White King, not to mention the recovery power, in terms of the possibility of being hit and the hardness of the alchemy bones, Chen Mo's bone dragon body had a great advantage in close hand-to-hand combat, and those two Han swords could leave a few deep blood grooves on the pure white scale armor from time to time.

The White King was very patient, and the Heavenly Clouds under his command were like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, looking for an opportunity to bite Chen Mo or even kill him with one blow at the cost of those hideous wounds that were enough to kill the White King's dragon's body.

Once, the flash of lightning almost halved the skull, and although he finally dodged a fatal blow, he still had a head horn cut off, which was one of the matrix cores that controlled the bone dragon, and Chen Mo only made the bone dragon's movements recover through correction after two impacts, at the cost of the dense torso bones in front of the chest cavity were covered with cracks, and it looked more and more terrifying.

The White King stared in amazement at the golden flames all over Chen Mo's body, it was the spiritual fire, and the cracks on the bones were also healing under the licking and burning of the tongue of fire, and it was obvious that he was not the only one who had the means to recover.

It's just that compared to Yagi, this recovery speed is like a turtle crawling.

The bone dragon's wrist flipped upside down, the dagger turned upside down, and the only thing left was the flames and the dark eye sockets that never left the White King for a moment.

Knotty.

This is the only thought in Chen Mo's mind, Baqi makes the body of the White King have a completely unscientific vitality, and he can still recover quickly when all the words and spirits are canceled when he is close to hand-to-hand combat, once the distance is opened, with the words and spirits activated, the rebirth of the severed limbs is only a trivial matter in an instant.

The effect of this White King bloodline is probably not a blessing like the Bronze Throne and Immortal, but the shaping of the dragon body, and what happens when the Spirit is activated is not a restoration, but a remodeling.

According to the secret party's research on the four great monarchs that appeared in history, even these noble primordial species need to recover after chanting the ultimate spirit spirit, which is both the consumption of the soul and the exhaustion of flesh and blood.

How many times has the White King launched Yaki in this short period of time? Dozens of times? Or hundreds of times?

It was not for nothing that he could be the only dragon that could be compared to the Black Emperor, and the exhaustion of flesh and blood was not worth mentioning under the ultimate spirit of his creation, so how could the reshaped body retain the exhaustion? As the master of the spiritual element, the soul can be separated from the external existence of the physical maintenance structure, and the consumption can also be quickly replenished.

One way that seems to be feasible is to entangle the White King in a real sense, completely eliminating the opportunity to release the spirit of words, and at the same time inflicting a heavy blow on his dragon body's own vitality that is difficult to recover.

Chen Mo felt that before that, Tian Congyun would dismantle himself.

He looked up at the sky and sighed.

Can you still expect a tungsten alloy rod to fall from the sky?

If those people really made a damnation at this time, it would be nice to expect them not to smash themselves.