Chapter 385 (1/2)
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existence: Axin Keba
favor: wolf king of plateau
evil thoughts: Mu, Lord of double-sided Golden Oak, Lord of false silver osmanthus, heinger, king of sinister Hydra
energy level: three seas and seven veins are opened up, the temple of plateau wolf serves as the priest of ancestor wolf guard, and the sixth stage is the golden bone winged wolf (77.33%) (the force of wind, bone, marrow and tendon, Flesh power, quickness, tenacity, wild instinct) (physical strength: 14 million pounds)
alien blood: wolf king blood (blood limit: 3%) (a mixture 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.
In his dark bag, a stack of 100 gold mark banknotes evaporated, and the message of a sixth level warrior in the wolf Temple nearest to Joe appeared in the crimson light before his eyes.
Qiao quickly compared the wolf Temple warriors with his acquaintances who had extraordinary six levels of combat power.
This is the weakest one Joe has ever seen.
In terms of physical strength, this asin Keba is not as good as Marcos and Otto, and even Ivan, who has 17 million pounds of physical strength.
But the 14 million pounds of physical strength is considerable.
Especially Ashin Keba, who has a strange blood It's hard for Joe to imagine what it would be like and what kind of power he would have when he was transformed into a wolf. Even if he only has a limit of three percent of the wolf king blood, it is also the wolf king blood.
Think about it. How much did Joe pay for getting one percent of the wolf king's power from RAM?
The wolf howled.
Three wolf Temple warriors again charged to Marcos.
In the face of Marcos's terrible power, no one in the wolf Temple soldiers can carry Marcos's axe. But their fighting skills are very strong, and their speed, agility, reaction and so on are far more than Marcos, who has a huge body and terrible strength.
Marcos's axe was turning, and the sound of terror broke through the air.
The three warriors of wolf temple are like butterflies in a hurricane. They seem to be extremely embarrassed to shuttle and turn in the light of axes. The big axes often pass on their scalp and paddle by their chests. The big axe brings the fierce vigorous wind and makes a dull noise on their armor, splashing sparks.
However, the axe can not effectively hit these wolf Temple soldiers.
Marcos can not kill these crafty, smart and difficult enemies in time.
On the contrary, Marcos was 12 feet tall, more than twice as high as these six foot wolf Temple warriors. These wolf Temple soldiers bent slightly, like wretched hyenas, sneaking around Marcos.
Three curved swords made of snow grain wrought iron continuously cut across Marcos' exposed body.
Marcos's body a dark yellow light floating, blade and yellow light impact together, issued a dull loud noise.
On the blade of the blade, there was a bluish wind shadow flashing. The blade tore open the dark yellow light, leaving a half inch deep wound on Marcos.
These wounds are not worth mentioning when compared to Marcos' huge body today.
The blood in the wound continued to ooze, and soon Marcos's body was dyed red with blood. The tingling makes Marcos fall into a violent state. Under his skin, the blood vessels are bulging with the thickness of his thumb, and the speed of the axe in his hand is more and more rapid.
A large group of captains of thousands, thousands, and centurions, waving their weapons, rushed up to Joe with a cry of the ghost.
Gorkin yelled, waving the shadow of the wind and stepping in front of Joe. The shadow of the sword was like the wind, and gorkin blocked back some machetes that were cleaving toward Joe.
These highlanders are basically five ranks of strength.
Wanfu is a senior level five, and a thousand commander is a new level.
Gorkin It's just five steps.
The shadow of the wind collided with a machete and Epee, and gorkin forced the captains of tens of thousands and thousands of captains to retreat. However, he was also reeled. He could not help but step back and hit Joe's belly.
After Joe, the stick in Mr. Spence's hand was raised and put down, put down and raised again and again He hesitated for a long time, but he didn't start his skirting.
On weekdays, it is silent and quiet, just like the orchid Hibiscus which is harmless to human beings and animals.
When he waved his hands forward, he heard a series of extremely subtle wind breaking sounds. A large number of long black needles, half a foot long and thinner than the hair, flew out of the air, and the thousands and thousands of captains who rushed over were all over their heads and faces.