Hundred times the damage of online games

"Even Sun Dasheng is so strong, the master of the Shen Pavilion is probably earth-shattering."

"Pavilion Master? Didn't you see yesterday's battle, that scene was infinitely close to the battle of the middle god, it was too scary."

Discussions kept ringing.

Regarding these voices, Sun Dasheng acted as if he didn't hear them.

With a thought, take back the ten clones.

Then, looking at the seven generals, "Are you convinced?"

"I don't agree!"

At this time, Cheng Yaojin stood up.

"Hmph, you still want to fight my old grandson?" Sun Dasheng snorted coldly.

"I'm not your opponent. However, our eight generals are originally one. Now, there is one less person, so we can't beat you. If General Zhao Yun returns, you will definitely not be an opponent of any of our eight generals." Cheng Yaojin said.

"Hmph, when will you come back? My old grandson is waiting!" Sun Dasheng's momentum rose greatly.

"Sun Dasheng, don't worry, he will be back in half an hour." Cheng Yaojin said.

"I'm back!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a man in silver armor and holding a silver gun flew down from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the stage and stood with the seven generals.

"Om..."

The moment Zhao Yun arrived, it was like a resonance with the other seven generals, and his strength soared.

Inside the body, there seemed to be some kind of special power that condensed the power of the eight people and complemented each other.

"There is such a special ability. Now, everyone's strength may have reached the second-rank lower god!"

Chen Yu looked at this scene with surprise in his eyes.

"Son."

Zhao Yun stood in front of Chen Yu and saluted respectfully, "I am completely convinced that you are the master of the palace."

"However, it is absolutely impossible for a disciple of Shenge to defeat our eight generals!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yun exuded a monstrous aura.

He pointed his spear at Sun Dasheng, "I'll fight him!"

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Chapter 519 A Sword

"bring it on!"

Sun Dasheng snorted coldly, and took a step forward.

"Wait!"

At this moment, Chen Yu stepped forward, blocking Sun Dasheng behind him, "You are not the opponent of General Zhao Yun, you should step back first."

"Yes, boss!"

Without any hesitation, Sun Dasheng jumped down and returned to the crowd in the Shen Pavilion.

"General Zhao, let me fight this battle!" Chen Yu said.

"Don't fight!"

Zhao Yun cupped his fists, "I'm no match for the young master!"

"This……"

The other generals were surprised when they heard this.

"General Zhao, you didn't fight, how do you know it's not your opponent?" Cheng Yaojin said.

"Because I have seen the strength of the young master, I feel ashamed." Zhao Yun's face was full of sadness.

"Otherwise, all eight of you should go together."

At this moment, Chen Yu's voice came.

The eight generals had different expressions when they heard this.

Except for Zhao Yun, the other seven generals were all taken aback for a moment, their unbelieving expressions were beyond words for a moment.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure you want to fight the eight of us alone?" Ake said.

"Not bad." Chen Yu nodded.

"It's interesting, I just want to make out with you!" Cheng Yaojin said.

The seven generals all stood opposite Chen Yu.

Everyone has different shapes, some are graceful, some are domineering and mighty, and some are calm and calm.

"General Zhao, what are you doing standing behind?" Cheng Yaojin said.

"Listen to me, we are not opponents." Zhao Yun said.

"you……"

The seven generals shook their heads together, showing a look of hatred for iron.

"General Zhao, please save face and fight me!" Chen Yu said.

"Yes, son!"

Zhao Yun immediately cupped his fists and stood in the line.

"Go ahead!"

Chen Yu looked at the eight people with a calm expression on his face.

"Hmph, Toda!"

The eight generals moved at the same time.

On them, wisps of golden air gushed out rapidly.

These air currents are quickly entangled and superimposed, and finally, a golden dragon that covers the sky and the sun is formed.

On this golden dragon, dragon power billowed, like a wave of air, spreading out rapidly.

this moment.

The faces of the onlookers were full of horror.

They were like sinking into hell, and the infinite coolness swept through their bodies.

"This... this is terrible, what kind of skill is this?"

"This is a joint strike technique, its power is more than ten times that of a single person, and it has at least reached the strength of a sixth-rank lower god."

"What? Doesn't that mean that eight second-rank lowgods can fight against sixth-rank lowgods?"

"No, their real strength is only in the pseudo-god realm."

"My God, no wonder the Eight Generals are so famous!"

A series of exclamations kept ringing.

"Brother, come on!" Chen Ling clenched her fists with excitement.

"Xiaoyu, you can do it!" Gongsun Haoran watched this scene, his eyes fixed on Chen Yu.

Luo Yuanjiu looked at Chen Yu, just nodded with a smile, his expression didn't change much.

Chen Yu looked at the golden dragon above his head, his face changed slightly.

I really didn't expect that the combined attack of eight people would have such terrifying strength, and it would be impossible if they didn't use some real skills.

"My lord, get ready, we are going to attack." Zhao Yun shouted loudly.

"bring it on!"

Chen Yu took out the Golden Dragon Sword and said calmly.

"howl……"

A dragon chant shook the world.

Immediately afterwards, the golden dragon charged towards Chen Yu.

Chen Yu stood there, as if he was frightened, and did not move.

"Brother, be careful!"

"Xiaoyu, be careful!"

"Master, be careful!"

"Boss, be careful!"

All around, there were voices of worry from others.

With Chen Yu's voice, the corner of Chen Yu's mouth raised, indicating that he was fine.

"howl……"

The golden dragon flew down quickly, heading straight for the top of the head.

Seeing it, he wanted to scratch Chen Yu's head.

"Om..."

At this moment, the Tianlong sword in Chen Yu's hand reversed and stabbed into the sky.

this moment.

Time seemed to stand still, and the air seemed to stagnate.

"Wow..."

Above the sky, space shattered.

The terrifying golden dragon disappeared with the shattered space without even struggling.

That's right, this sword is exactly Wentian Yijian.

Chen Yu only has the fusion of four swordsmanship, and he possesses terrifying power.

And the power and soul power extracted from the body is less than five points.

In other words, with Chen Yu's current strength, the fusion of four swordsmanship can make 20 swords.

"hiss……"

All around, there is the sound of sucking in cold air.

Everyone stared blankly at this scene, with unbelievable surprise on their faces.

"Just now, are you sure you saw it clearly?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but I felt a flash of light, and the terrifying golden dragon was cut off by Chen Yu's sword."

"This...isn't this terrifying? With a single blow of a sword, you can kill a sixth-rank lower god?"

After the silence, there was an exclamation.

Chen Ling looked at Chen Yu with gleam in his eyes for a long time.

Afterwards, she clenched her fists tightly, "Brother, you are getting better and stronger, I must surpass you, and I will protect you!"

"Good job, Xiaoyu!"

Gongsun Haoran stroked his long beard, he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The expression on Luo Yuanjiu's face remained unchanged, as if everything was under control.