Dou Po: This alchemist is too fierce

Chapter 189 Explosion!Alchemist Guild
Above the eaves, several figures of various colors shuttled rapidly, approaching the Alchemist Guild.

As the distance got closer, a faint light of fire could be seen, and the eye-catching black smoke continued to rise in the air.

Zhou Chen used Eagle Wings faster than Nalan Yanran and others. When he arrived at the scene, most of the huge buildings had been burned down.

The special medicinal cauldron decoration in the middle of the square of the Alchemist Guild had fallen to the ground and was in a mess. The fire was so bright that it looked like a sea of ​​fire, and the surrounding buildings were engulfed in flames.

In the sky, three figures collided with each other. Every collision would erupt with extremely terrifying oscillation waves. Some tiles on some streets were directly shaken away and turned into dense fragments.

"Three powerful warriors!" Zhou Chen looked at the sky in confusion. One of the figures was Nalan Jie from the Nalan family. The other two figures were fat and thin, with fierce looks on their faces.

Fat Dou Wang was carrying something similar to a horn. The thing was very huge and was carried behind his back. He was wearing a light blue dress.

The Skinny Dou Wang was dressed in black and held two scimitars in his hands. His face was very thin, as if he had not eaten for many days. His cheeks were deeply sunken and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Mr. Nalan, let me help you!" An old man's figure came out of the sea of ​​​​fire, Chemir, the vice president of the Gama Alchemist Guild.

Chemir waved three golden medicine cauldrons above the ground, and powerful fighting energy rose up from his body. He threw three paper swords similar to cards into the golden cauldron.

Reciting the formula quickly, the paper swords stood up, growing and growing, and turned into golden swords with flames. Two fingers flicked on the sword of one of them.

The light yellow fighting spirit rolled around the flames on the golden sword and gradually began to split. After slowly exhaling a breath, there was a hint of coldness in Chemir's eyes, and the fighting spirit of the golden sword became stronger. many.

"Sword One, split, go!" In the medicine cauldron in the middle, the splitting swords were all abolished and flew towards the two mysterious fighting kings in the sky. Chemir shouted at the same time.

"Since the two powerful warriors are silent, don't blame me for being rude. Let's bury them here together!"

Above the sky, Slender Douhuang instantly distanced himself from Nalan Jie, turned to look at Chemir above the ground, and the next moment his figure burst out, extremely fast.

His footsteps hit a leaf that occasionally floated by, and his speed surged, like a strong wind. He easily dodged the golden swords that kept stabbing him.

"Split again!" Chemir whispered. Those golden swords split again and turned into small sharp swords, or like golden needles. With the whistling and stinging wind, they stabbed the thin man's neck who rushed down. go!
The figure in the air paused for a moment, and the black fighting spirit armor quickly wrapped around his body. The bright silver wristband in his hand was covered in front of his cheek, and he resumed his previous speed.

"You have some brains and know how to cut the back row first." Zhou Chen, whose wings had dissipated, stood on a roof and nodded.

In mid-air, a large number of tiny sparks bloomed on the body of the thin man in black, Dou Wang, and at the same time, a series of iron sounds were heard.

Those small and dense golden swords, as dense as rain, did not even have time to stop the black-clothed Dou Wang's offensive. When they pierced the Dou Qi armor, those golden swords dissipated into a golden ball of air.

Holding the two swords tightly in his hands, the black-clothed fighting king quickly twisted his body in mid-air, like a top, with only two dazzling cold lights.

The next second, a scimitar came out with violent energy and hit the ground heavily. "Bang!" The floor tiles exploded instantly, kicking up a large amount of black soil particles, and the strong wind pressed tightly against the skin, creating a burning feeling.

Chemil hurriedly pulled away, stretched out his hands, and then with a fierce buckle, the two golden tripods were sucked into his hands. As for the splitting sword in the middle, the golden tripod, could not be dealt with in time, and was directly smashed by the black-clothed fighting king who fell to the ground.

A heartbreaking voice sounded in Chemil's ears. Chemil gritted his teeth, cursed a few times, and stared at the black figure not far away.

"Come on, you are no match for this person. I'll hold him back. This is the imperial capital and someone will be here soon." Nalan Jie wanted to go down to help, but was stopped by Fat Dou King and couldn't get away.

"You can't get away!" Chemir said, then looked at the golden tripod on his right, and swung out a golden sword with two fingers together, facing the black-clothed fighting king without splitting.

Chemir shouted angrily, "Two swords, flame roar!"

The fighting king in black smiled slightly, clenched the two swords tightly in his hands, and prepared to increase his speed. He struck the golden sword with one sword. The next second, his face suddenly froze.

The moment the two swords came into contact, the golden sword suddenly cracked a piece of skin, and what was unexpected was that the golden sword body exploded instantly.

The sword body was actually wrapped with an explosive substance, and it exploded instantly when it came into contact with the blade. The body of the black-clothed Dou Huang was thrown to the side. The sudden explosion of the golden sword made him avoid it, and some black stains appeared on his face.

Obviously, this sudden change caught him off guard, but there was no trace of joy on Chemir's face, because the current fighting king in black was obviously angry.

The thin face became more and more gloomy, Chemir's breathing suddenly became unsmooth, and the fighting king in black flashed instantly, leaving only an afterimage, and a flash of black light!

As the black shadow continued to approach, a dexterous figure suddenly appeared not far away. At the critical moment, Nalan Yanran stepped hard on a tile beside Zhou Chen.

Her face instantly became serious. With the power of the rebound, Nalan Yanran jumped up like a butterfly, and a green long sword appeared when Na Jie's cold light flashed.

Immediately afterwards, the cyan long sword began to shake rapidly, and moved slowly. Every time it moved a little, a cyan sword-shaped afterimage would be produced.

A lot of Nalan Yanran's cyan wind-attributed fighting energy was wrapped around the sword-shaped remnant, and the wind started to sound around her!
"Wind Spirit Fractal Sword!" Nalan Yanran shouted sweetly, and five wind blades pierced the air and killed the rapidly flashing black shadow.

Noticing the afterimages of the swords that contained powerful power, Zhou Chen turned his head and said, "It's a Xuan-level fighting skill as soon as you strike. There's something about it."

The sound of these explosions sounded around Chemil. Although there was no black shadow stabbed, the speed of the black shadow slowed down a bit. Seeing this, Chemil hurriedly seized the time and used the sword of the last medicine cauldron.

"Three swords, fire beast!"

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(End of this chapter)