The black owl, Motes, who had turned white, not only had a special identity, but also, at this moment, he seemed to be in some strange field, as if his body was immersed in the sea, and his actions were half a beat, and the power of the field was greatly weakened.

Although I used my own Night Realm to offset it, now I only have level seven combat power, while the opponent's combat power is rising rapidly as if he had hit medicine.

The metallic hammer of holy light was like a bell and drum that preached by a church, and it kept emitting holy sounds. If you remember correctly, it was a killer weapon that only a level seven-level paladin could try to master, and the secret technique called the Hammer of Heaven.

The holy light hammer continued to condense in Moste's arms. The revenge hammer that absorbed the vitality and mental power of the master, each blow brought a loud sound like a sound explosion.

As long as the place where it is hit, a holy light explosion occurs. The holy attribute attack is particularly effective against dark forces. But at this moment, just the most basic light and heat effect brings one crater after another.

Wolf-Tooth Mark couldn't say anything about his suffering. As one goes up and down, although the other party vaguely stepped on the same level, his rich combat experience and skills are not comparable to the "Berserker" in front of him. As long as he makes up his mind, it will not be very difficult to solve the other party after a few encounters.

But the problem is that the other party has a special identity. As a contact member of the Church and his Beast King tribe, if you kill the other party, wouldn’t that mean you break up with the Church?

So he could only hold his breath and carefully avoid the flying hammer of heaven.

But seeing the other party's rapid gray hair, even greater anxiety surged into my heart.

"No... the power beyond normal and far away. The price to pay will be very fatal. If this continues, he will die soon. At that time, I can't even explain it."

It was unclear what happened, which made the black owl, famous for its cunning, lose his mind, but at this moment, Mark made up his mind and would rather pay the price than capture the other party.

The divine light flashed in his eyes, and a roar only covered his body's dark field. It prolonged from the shadows.

The black light slightly prolonged several meters, wrapped around the other party and captured the other party's perception.

Unfortunately, the violent crazier is not that easy to deal with, and losing vision is not a reason to stop fighting.

A golden light condensed in his eyes, and a spear of holy light condensed appeared in his arms.

Even though the crazy Motes lost his vision, he still waved wildly with the momentum that destroyed everything around him.

Since he has taken action, there is no possibility of retreating. Facing a mad dog-like opponent, Mark will not retreat but advance.

He stretched out his hand, the golden serration was gently held in his hand by the violent warrior. The energy intensity of the small difference made Mark's right arm full of blood.

This pain is nothing to Mark.

The pure warrior who was used to fighting with injuries was unmoved at all, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he roared, and he held one side of the Holy Light Divine Soldier with his left hand and swung it hard.

The holiness of the Silver Martyr can weaken the supernatural energy, but it cannot reduce the orcs' natural brute force. The brute force of the level eight orcs suddenly threw Motes into the sky.

"Ha!" Horse stance was accumulating strength. Then there was a full blow.

The blood-stormed right arm seemed to not feel pain, and with the terrible pressure of the wind, it hit the falling Motes.

If it hits, there is no doubt that the fragile head will turn into a broken watermelon, and the black owl will turn into a dead owl. Therefore, Mark's fist only intends to brush the back of the opponent's head slightly and use shock to knock the opponent out.

The measure of the situation may seem difficult, but in the eyes of Mark, who has experienced many battles, it is an easy trivial matter.

But unfortunately, some people do not intend to let them settle the current troubles so smoothly.

A small stone suddenly hit his eye socket. Out of instinct, Mark closed his eyes.

But just subconsciously avoiding for a moment was enough to make the tragedy happen.

"Bang." It was the sound of the watermelon being broken. Unfortunately, what was broken in front of me was Motes' head.

The iron fist that was supposed to be rubbing the skin was hit Motes' forehead. The cunning black owl didn't even have time to scream, and his head broke into several pieces.

"Oh!" When Mark exclaimed, there was a "papapapapapa" applause from behind.

"It's worthy of being a wolf-toothed Mark. He was ruthless and hit the forehead. His head was broken like this. It was difficult to fight a whole body."

What came out of the shadow was a figure in a white robe. The little gravel that was playing with on one hand proved where the stone that had attacked the opponent just now came from.

And what he was holding in his other hand made Mark even more headache.

It was a small DV. Obviously, this time, the opponent was well prepared, and the Beast King tribe couldn't even explain it.

How could Mark not recognize the person in front of him?

The famous newcomer king, his previous target Yao Xian's close friend, the assassin warrior who is known as the battle genius who is rare in a thousand years by Anyi - Li Xuanxiao of the Sword of Bu Tian!

In the eyes of Mark, who aims as the orc king, he only has one identity—

.... A stumbling block that hinders one's journey to the top!

"Oh."

The sharp claws grabbed his arm, and for Mark, who was getting stronger and stronger, there was nothing more than pain, which aroused all his fighting spirit.

The crazy-growing hair instantly turned into fur skin. In a few seconds, in a roar, the solid ground was shattered and turned into ruins around it.

It was a thin three-eyed werewolf. Speaking of three-eyed, it was because there were two wolf heads on the gray neck.

The wolf head on the left was squirting thunder flame, while the one on the right lost its left eye, and there were snowflakes in the air that was breathing and sucking.

Wolf-Tooth Mark is an orc rather than a werewolf with relatively stable bloodlines, because he is completely different from ordinary werewolf.

The werewolf bloodline is just an ordinary half-human and half-wolf, and Mark himself is a descendant of the two-headed demon wolf bloodline. This is a rare ice and fire dual-type monster in Nordic mythology. It is said that it is the descendant of the giant wolf swallowing the sky.

Unlike Yao Xian's disciples, although his momentum was amazing and his energy fluctuations returned to level 8, Mark's bloodline awakening was insufficient, which turned into a half-wolf and half-human posture.

The person who comes is not kind will not come, and he can seriously injure Anyi has already mentioned the strength and danger of his opponent. At the beginning of the battle, Mark took out his trump card and transformed the beast, and used self-harm to inspire his fighting spirit, so that his ** and spirit can be prepared for the battle.

"Not bad..." This is Yao Xian's recognition of the opponent's strength in his heart. In addition to the unexpected strength, more of the strong mentality of the lion fighting against the rabbit.

"... Such a fat prey is enough to serve as a sacrifice for my disciples."

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Chapter completed!