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Existence: Ashin Keba

Favor: Wolf King of Plateau

Evil thoughts: The two-sided lord Mu, the hypocritical lord Muteste, the sinister king of Hydra Hellinger

Energy level: The three seas and seven veins are opened, the plateau wolf temple serves the sixth level of the clerical ancestor wolf guard - Golden Bone Winged Wolf (77.33%) (the power of wind, the power of bones, the power of marrow, the power of tendons, the power of flesh, rapid, tough, wild instinct) (the power of flesh: 14 million pounds)

Different blood: Wolf King bloodline (blood limit: 3%) (the interweaving body of human nature and animal nature, when animal nature prevails, he will turn from human to wolf)

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When Marcos asked Joe to retreat, Joe slapped his chest hard.

In his dark bag, a stack of bills with a hundred gold marks that had been kept evaporated, and the information of a sixth-level warrior in the Wolf Temple nearest to Joe emerged in the crimson curtain of light in front of him.

Qiao quickly compared these wolf temple warriors with acquaintances who had extraordinary sixth-level combat power as he knew.

This is the weakest extraordinary sixth-level person that Qiao has ever seen.

In terms of physical strength, Ashin Keba is far inferior to Lieutenant General Marcos and Otto, and even Ivan, who has 17 million pounds of physical strength, is inferior to that of Ivan.

But the physical strength of 14 million pounds is already quite considerable.

Especially Ashin Keba, who has different blood... it is hard for Qiao to imagine what kind of scene he would turn from a human to a wolf, and what kind of power he would have. Even if he only has the limit of three percent of the wolf king's bloodline, it is also the wolf king's bloodline.

Think about it, how much does Joe pay for one percent of the Wolf King’s authority from Ram?

The roar of a wolf came.

Three wolf temple warriors rushed towards Marcos again.

Facing Marcos' terrifying power, no one of the Wolf Temple warriors could fight Marcos' axe head-on. However, their combat skills were extremely strong, and their speed, agility, reaction, etc. were far beyond the huge and terrifying Marcos.

Marcos's axe was dancing, constantly making terrifying sounds of breaking through the air.

The three wolf temple warriors were like butterflies in a hurricane, seemingly extremely embarrassed to shuttle through the axe lights. When they turned, the axe would pass by their scalp and pass by their chests. The axe brought a violent gale, and made a dull loud noise on the armor on their bodies, splashing sparks.

But?     The big axe cannot effectively hit these Wolf Temple warriors.

Marcos was unable to kill these cunning, smart and difficult enemies in time.

Instead, Marcos' body is twelve feet high at this moment? More than twice as tall as these Wolf Temple warriors who are less than six feet tall. These Wolf Temple warriors are slightly hunched over, like vulgar hyenas? They are sneaking around Marcos.

Three scimitars forged with snow-patterned iron? Continuously crossed Marcos' exposed body.

The dark yellow light flowed from Marcos' body, and the blade and the yellow light collided together? A dull loud noise.

A cyan wind shadow flashed on the blade, and the blade tear opens the dark yellow light? Leaves half an inch deep wounds on Marcos' body.

Compared to Marcos's huge body now? These wounds are not worth mentioning.

The blood in the wound continued to seep out, and soon Marcos's body was stained red with blood. The stinging pain made Marcos fall into a violent state. Under his skin, blood vessels as thick as a thumb raised, and the speed of swinging the axe in his hand became more and more rapid.

A large group of ten thousand men, thousands of men, were waving their weapons? “Aoao” rushed towards Qiao with a scream.

Gorkin cursed angrily? He waved the shadow of the wind and stepped forward to block Qiao's face. The sword shadow was like the wind, and there were a few "clang clang" sounds, and Gorkin blocked several scimitars that were slashing towards Qiao.

The commanders and commanders of these highlanders are basically of fifth-level strength.

Is the ten thousand men a senior fifth level? The ten thousand men a senior level is the first to enter the fifth level.

Gorkin...is only level 5.

The shadow of the wind and a scimitar and heavy swords collided together, and Gorkin forced several ten thousand men and the thousand men to retreat? But he was also shocked and his body staggered, and he couldn't help but take several steps back. He hit Qiao's belly.

Behind Qiao, Mr. Si Gengsi raised the small cane in his hand and put it down? He put it down and lifted it up... He hesitated for a long time? He never activated his secret technique of peeling off the skin.

Taciturn on weekdays? The deserted orchid, like a harmless human being, suddenly rose up.

He waved his hands forward quickly, and then he heard a series of extremely subtle sounds of breaking winds. A handful of black needles half a foot long, thinner than his hair, flew out of the air, and pricked the ten thousand men who rushed over, with thousands of men all over their heads and faces.

Lan Mujin waved her hands, and at least three or four hundred fine needles flew out.

God knows that he put these fine needles where he usually put them, but when he was acting, he was not stabbed by the fine needles he carried on himself.

The black fine needle was deeply trapped in the incoming enemy's body, and a trace of black gas quickly spread on the faces of these masters. The poison penetrated into the body and rapidly invaded the blood circulation.

On the face of the highlander, the abnormal protrusions of the blue blood vessels were squirming like small earthworms.

The cyan blood vessels turned black in just one breath, and then the blood vessels on these highlanders protruded and quickly turned black. First, the centurions with low strength, then the thousands of men, and then the ten thousand men... One highlander after another fell silently to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stiffened in place.

With a thin needle, in the chaos, at least hundreds of highlanders were hit by Lan Mujin's poisonous needle.

In just one or two breaths, a hundred fierce highlanders fell to the ground, and their lives completely dissipated from their bodies.

"Joe, be careful, don't step on these needles when you land... They are very sharp and very toxic." Lan Mujin put her hands into her sleeves, making a gentle voice, warning Qiao gently.

Qiao looked back at Lan Mujin in horror, grabbed Gorkin's shoulder, and pulled him back: "Gorkin, you are commanding the battle behind, let me do these damn guys!"

Amid Gorkin's anxious and angry curse, Qiao rushed forward and rushed to Marcos.

Hydra's breathing technique was fully activated, and Qiao's body seemed to expand a little more. He landed silently, like an ancient monster with a huge body, suddenly descended on this battlefield of corpses and seas of blood.

The air near his body became a little hazy, and a subtle "hiss" sound came from the air beside him.

A primitive, chaotic, greedy, and cruel wild aura echoed around Qiao, and Qiao's movements became extremely strange... Every movement of his movement was full of beastly instinct, with great openness and sturdyness, but also had an extremely abundant and extremely strong breath of life and life force.

Just like a giant beast wandering out of the nest, stretching its body comfortably, ready to strike at the food.

Qiao's right arm, with a loud roar of heavy cannons, punched a wolf temple warrior.

There was no change in other parts of his body, but his thick right arm suddenly stretched more than a foot - the bloodline instinct originated from the giant ice sea demon, which gave him the legendary flexibility attribute.

The direct effect of legendary flexibility is that in battle, his limbs are like elastic cowhide bands, easily stretching more than a foot.

This made his fist look extremely weird and erratic while being even more violent.

The wolf temple warrior was hitting Qiao's heavy punch, and before the terrifying heavy punch could sound, he had almost instinctively crossed the scimitar and blocked the front of his chest. His blade was heading towards Qiao. If Qiao's punch was hit, his fist would hit the blade of the scimitar.

The wolf temple warrior's reaction was extremely sinister, and his response was extremely sinister.

If it were someone else, the punch hit the blade, and it is very likely that the entire fist would be cut open and suffered an irreversible heavy blow.

But Qiao's arm suddenly extended more than a foot strangely, which made the wolf temple warrior make a huge mistake in predicting it - he watched Qiao's fist pass through the blade he had just crossed, and before he responded, he punched on his chest.

The full body armor of the Gallic, set with dozens of ornate gems, turned into large pieces of metal fragments, cracked and splashed like weathered sandstone.

Gorkin behind Qiao screamed with heartache: "No... Qiao... you prodigal son... the armor on these guys can be seized as a family heirloom of the Vitu family... the family heirloom!"

"This is not a matter of money, this is glory, this is the foundation, this is the face of a family!"

Gorkin roared in anger.

Qiao's heavy punch fell on his chest amid the desperate roar of the wolf temple warrior.

When Qiao's heavy punch crossed the scimitar and broke through the scimitar, the shrill and angry wolf roar continued to sound in the mind of the warrior of the Wolf Temple. A large piece of golden hair suddenly grew out of the chest of the warrior of the Wolf Temple.

Qiao's heavy punch shattered the gorgeous armor and when he rushed forward, the chest of the warrior of the Wolf Temple was already covered by an inch thick golden retriever.

Qiao's heavy punch fell firmly on the chest of the wolf temple warrior.

An equally extraordinary force surged out of the golden retriever and collided with the legendary force on Qiao's fist. The two extraordinary forces, which were also at the level of physical laws, offset each other and fought against each other. In the end, the power gushing out from the golden retriever was slightly weaker, and Qiao's heavy punch still fell on the chest of the wolf temple warrior.

The destruction and crushing effect of the legendary power was also weakened by about 70%.

The golden retrievers that grew rapidly on the chests of the warriors in the Wolf Temple were shattered. When each golden retriever was shattered, it made a loud "bang" sound like the steel bars as thick as wrists were pulled off.

'boom'!

His body expanded rapidly, and his whole body continued to grow golden hair, and his skull and bones were squirming like soft glue. He screamed at the wolf temple warrior who was transforming inhuman form. Qiao's heavy punch fell firmly on his chest and punched him away.

The ribs on the chest of the Wolf Temple warrior were twisted and sunken, and his chest was almost knocked into a flat plate by Qiao's punch.

But the next moment, his ribs bounced up one after another, making a dull and loud metal roar.
Chapter completed!