At the moment when the Blood Moon Phantom appeared, Jiang Xiaobai could feel that the energy in Warwick's body became more violent.

Werewolves can absorb the essence of moonlight on full moon nights, but Warwick, the wolf king, can make his own "moon"!

Swish!

Jiang Xiaobai's naked eyes couldn't catch up with Warwick's speed, so he could only lock it with his divine sense.

At this time, Warwick's speed was almost as fast as his peak, and the wolf was no longer in the air, only a Frankenstein who was beaten like a ball flying in the air.

"Tear up!"

Galahad's yellow leather suit was finally torn open.

Looking along the torn opening, Jiang Xiaobai could see that a thin and withered arm, covered in skin and bones, was like the hand of a dying old man.

"Tear up!"

Another cut.

This time it was the chest, and Galahad's entire upper body was exposed to the air.

"What kind of monster is this?"

The bony body, the ribs on the chest are wrapped in skin, and the two deep collarbones that can raise goldfish are enough to make all women embarrassed.

Galahad's face, covered with thick black pores, bat-like mouthparts, and four fangs wide open, was roaring at Warwick.

"Alien?"

Jiang Xiaobai found that the current image of Galahad really looks like an alien in Western movies, and the wound cut by Warwick is also oozing dark green blood.

"Could it be that those aliens in the movie are not imaginary out of thin air, but really have models?" Jiang Xiaobai thought secretly in his heart.

At this time, on the battlefield, Warwick attacked again.

This time, however, it fell short, and the yellow leather suit was cut through the middle.

Galahad, who looked like an alien, leaped into the air, then bent his knees down, bone spurs on his knees bursting through the air.

Warwick threw a punch to the canvas and bounced back.

"Boom!"

Galahad's knee hit the ground like a meteorite, leaving a crater five meters deep and twenty or thirty meters in diameter.

"Roar!"

With a howl, the two beasts slammed together again.

Solomon Rothschild looked at the field with a frown, and it was clear that he was also very surprised by Galahad's body.

If the weirdos of the Alchemist Society are to transform their bodies into the appearance of half-humans, half-ghosts, then Galahad really looks like a non-human breed.

What he cared about was whether Galahad's appearance was related to the alchemy god he believed in.

After all, as a normal human being, Solomon Rothschild, who has a centuries-old heritage and claims to be a great nobleman, his aesthetic is very normal, and if he wants to become this ghost for the sake of power, then he really needs to reconsider.

"Boom!"

Galahad, who was exposed to his true body, was extremely strong, and he actually fought with Warwick after summoning the Bloody Moon, and there were potholes in the middle of the battle, and there were deep ditches about ten meters deep in it, which were plowed out by Galahad.

"Jiang, can you go and help?" Solomon shouted at Jiang Xiaobai when he saw that Warwick couldn't take Galahad for a long time.

Jiang Xiaobai nodded.

Seeing the two beasts fighting on the field, the blood in his body was already boiling, and the desire to fight was constantly rising.

With a clenched fist, the primeval chaos ran wildly.

Jiang Xiaobai burst out, his body swelled to a height of fifteen meters in mid-air, looked down on the spot, and then kicked Galahad.

"Get out of here, it's my prey!"

Warwick said as he roared at Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Xiaobai didn't bother to pay attention to him, and continued to walk towards Galahad's violent body.

"Boom!"

After the air was compressed, a slashing wave was formed on Jiang Xiaobai's feet.

Galahad grinned, folded his arms over his chest, and roared at Jiang Xiaobai, and then he was kicked out of the air.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

A series of crashing sounds, each representing Galahad crashing through a building.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced back at Warwick.

I don't know why, Warwick was glanced at by Jiang Xiaobai, and he actually felt a chill in his heart.

If you kick that kick just now, will you be able to resist it?

"Damn!"

Warwick gritted his teeth and stared at Jiang Xiaobai's back with a calm gaze.

He rehearsed it hundreds of times in his mind, but every time the result was that he couldn't stop it.

As a werewolf, he was completely crushed by a purebred human in terms of speed and strength, which made Warwick feel very angry.

"Click!"

In the ruins, Galahad pushed open a stone slab weighing several thousand pounds and slowly walked out of it.

His arm bones had been broken into several pieces, his chest had sunken a little, and the corners of his mouth were stained with dark green blood.

However, to Jiang Xiaobai's surprise, the bone that was kicked and broken by Jiang Xiaobai was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flesh buds of the wound were wriggling outward, growing new flesh and blood.

Looking at this situation, it only takes a minute or two for the injuries on his body to heal completely.

"I'm curious, what exactly are you, your body, and what kind of alchemy demon god is related to, right?" Jiang Xiaobai asked, touching his chin.

Galahad didn't answer him, his eyes stared at Jiang Xiaobai coldly, and then he screamed and jumped backwards at an extremely fast speed.

It was beaten away!

The corners of Jiang Xiaobai's mouth rose slightly, he couldn't beat him head-on, and he even wanted to run!

Galahad was very fast, jumping hundreds of meters in a leap, and in a few seconds, he ran out for several kilometers.

"Ginger, get hold of him!" shouted Solomon Rothschild.

Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand and signaled not to worry.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Xiaobai's wrist flipped over, his five fingers were grasped, and a long sword shining with a sharp edge appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Dragonheart shows the way!"

This is one of the nine styles of the Pure Yang Sword Dictionary given to him by Lu Dongbin, and it is the strongest single attack sword technique he has mastered.

Galahad felt something catch up behind him, and he looked back.

Not far away, an incomparably bright sun rose into the sky, shining side by side with the sun in the sky.

If you look closely, what kind of sun is it, but a golden sword.

This sword is too fast and too sharp, as if it represents the strongest attack and punishment power in the world.

Galahad's body froze in place, his hands pressed to his chest.

In the center of his chest, a sword mark passed through, and before the dark green blood could flow out, it was shattered by the sword qi.

"Bang!"

With a limp's knee, Galahad fell straight forward to his knees.

(End of chapter)