At night, in the distant suburbs, in the barren mountains and mountains, the bright moon poured silver light in the sky, moistening all things in the world, the shadows of the trees swayed, and from time to time there were one or two night owl monster calls, which were a little infiltrating. Come on,.!

Suddenly, a figure walked out from behind a small dirt slope, although it was already 13 moons, and the silver plate in the night sky was almost full, but it was still impossible to see what the person looked like, his body was wrapped in a black robe, and his face was covered by a drooping collar, and he could vaguely see that this person was not young.

"It's another ancient tomb!"

The strange pronunciation was pure, but it seemed to be an older London accent, a mouthful of purulent phlegm seemed stuck in his throat, and his voice was hoarse and indistinct.

As soon as the words fell, the visitor couldn't wait to wave the miserable white cane in his hand, like a music master waving a baton, elegant and rhythmic, very attractive.

Pulled by the cane, wisps of miserable white light like fireflies came out of the cracks in the tombstones in front of the small hillside, and then wandered towards the black-robed man like a moth to a fire.

If someone was here, they would have to be half scared to death, only to see the black-robed man's mouth open, like a long whale sucking water, and the miserable white fireflies were like wisps of breeze that sank into the mouths of the faces under the black robes.

A minute later, with the waving of the cane, when no more white light flew out, the black-robed man stopped waving his hands, exhaled fiercely, and smacked his lips: "It's really a good delicacy, where can you find a grave without cremated corpses in the UK." China is such a wonderful country! ”

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud sound came, and the black-robed man jumped on the grave and then tiptoed a little on a pine tree more than ten meters high, looked up, and muttered: "Without this person, China will become a better place!" With that, the body floated down to the ground. Then the body moved like a ghost towards the sound that side.

In the distance, a black figure swept out, and the black figure was terrifyingly fast. In the blink of an eye, it was more than ten meters away, and behind him. A white figure chased after him, no less fast than the black figure in front of him.

"Art, as the bloodline inheritor of the Norse Fen Wolf, is this how you treat the honor of your ancestors?" The white figure roared, and the sound shook like nine days of thunder.

The black shadow in front of him let out a cold snort from his mouth, and his body suddenly listened, and he turned around sharply, his five fingers and claws, wrapped in a blood-red breath.

"Haha, this is the battle I was expecting!"

The white shadow laughed. The body jumped to its feet, swinging its legs like scissors, whipping at the black shadow's claws.

When the dark golden light and the blood-red aura were about to collide together, the black shadow sneered, and only heard a "bang". The clothes on his entire right arm exploded, revealing a fluffy arm, like a wolf's arm, as thick as a stone pillar, and especially the steel-like claws, which radiated the light of death.

"Bang!"

The claws and whip legs inevitably collide together. The white figure stepped back more than ten meters, looking at the black figure in surprise, his right leg, several blood grooves were clearly visible, each one was an inch deep, and the blood that flowed out quickly soaked the entire thigh, and the white trousers turned dark black.

"Tsk, the flesh and blood of the golden lion smells so bad!" The black figure, his orc-like arms quickly reverted to humanoid arms, his clothes were torn and exposed, his fingers were stained with scarlet blood and a hint of minced meat, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

A hint of jealousy flashed in Bacdas's eyes: "Nordic Fen wolf, you are really not a human, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that the werewolves in Western legends really exist, in vain I thought you were the inheritor of the bloodline, it really surprised me!" ”

"Hehe, over the years, you are the first person to guess my identity, but unfortunately, you are about to be destined to sleep here with those predecessors who are as smart as you!" Norse Fenwolf Yat sneered.

"Haha, in this world, no one has such a big tone to speak to me Bacdas, werewolf, the blood in my body has begun to boil, are you ready to pay for the lives of those three members of the Hell Throne?" There was not the slightest retreat on Bakdas's face, on the contrary, his fighting spirit was high, and the momentum on his body swept like a tide.

"Then I will fulfill you, the Throne of Hell should have been dissolved a long time ago!" A cruel sneer appeared on Art's face, one of the three giants of the Hell Throne, his blood is very attractive.

Bhakdas didn't speak, the momentum on his body was rising, above the soles of his feet, dark golden light flashed, and then he stepped heavily, and when the stone exploded under his feet, his body swept out, and his body flashed a phantom in the air, appearing in vain on Yat's side, and the fist covered by the scorching dark golden energy, with hot wind and fierceness, smashed into Yat's head.

Yat's body jumped suddenly, seven or eight meters high, and then his head and feet, his body was like a cannonball, blasting towards Bacdas, and he said coldly: "Let me see the blood of the so-called golden lion!" ”

The blood-red power was wrapped around the five fingers, Art's right hand slapped at Bacdas's heavenly spirit cover, and his left hand was mercilessly digging into Bacdas's heart, and the tips of the five fingers of his left hand faintly poked out sharp claws, which were not long, but there was no doubt that they could easily tear through the steel plate.

Buckdas advocates the supremacy of his fists, disdainful of dodging, with a slight step, his fists slammed into the sky, and the powerful power swept out from his fists, and his fists collided with Yat's palms and five fingers one after another, and the dark golden light and blood-red aura entwined.

The strength of Bacdad was more than ten thousand, although it made Backas take three or five steps back, but Art himself was not comfortable, his arms seemed to be dislocated, his bones were "creaking" and moaning, and his chest was dull.

"Haha, Art, will you restore your brute form?" Bacdad laughed loudly, his arm twisted strangely like a twist, and then returned to its original shape, in addition to the wound on his thigh, on the fist, there were five more blood grooves, but this small injury for Bacdas can only stimulate his blood.

"The golden lion is nothing more than that, today, I will slaughter the lion!" Art trembled at the word "beast" from Bacdas, and his body began to be filled with a cold blood-red aura, and his mouth roared, "Werewolf, not a beast!" ”

Suddenly, Art's figure disappeared in place, and when he appeared, he was already behind Bacdas, his hands turning into two thick wolf arms covered with silver hair on the way out, and the sharp claws pierced deep into Bacdas's shoulders.

Bacdad didn't react before he was grabbed by Yat's shoulders, feeling the claws constantly reading and piercing into his flesh, and the terrifying power came from the two wolf arms, this Yat actually wanted to tear himself alive?

The wolf's arm is getting bigger and bigger, Bakdas has to grab the wolf's arm with both hands, counteracting the terrifying power from the wolf's arm, Bakdas seems to be able to hear his body moaning, the cells are beginning to divide, the muscles and bones are breaking, and his face can't help but change dramatically, the claws of the wolf's arm are like steel claws, and he can't get out at all, if he goes on like this, he will be seriously injured if he doesn't die.

"I said, today I will slaughter a lion!" A stiff sound came from Art's mouth, his eyes had long since turned blue, and human emotions seemed to be slowly disappearing, replaced by a crazy bloodthirsty wildness.

Bakdas's shoulders were already blurred with flesh and blood, if it weren't for the wolf arm with both hands and the power of the bloodline in his body to resist, his flesh and blood would have been torn in half by Yate, but if the descendant of the golden lion died like this, how could he be worthy of the bloodline inheritance!

Backdas roared, "Simba! ”

"Roar!"

An angry beast roar came from the depths of the dense forest, and then there was a violent impact and biting sound, mixed with a terrible wolf howl, faintly, a huge lion was besieged by seven or eight cyan timberwolves, although every time the lion culled could bite a timber wolf, it was impossible to save Bacdas.

"If you want to kill me, it's not that easy!"

Bakdas's eyes were blood-red and he was furious, and suddenly, his hands let go of his two arms, and the tearing force from his shoulders increased more than twice.

Bhakdad muttered a series of strange pronunciations, his hands moved like snakes, his palms hooked their thumbs, the tips of his middle fingers, and then the five fingers of his left hand squirmed like water waves, and his right hand made a fist and rushed forward from the five fingers of his left hand.

The air in front of Bakdas's fist suddenly stirred in disorder, and a sharp roar sounded in the air, a roar that shattered the sky sounded, and even people thousands of kilometers away heard this beast roar, and a hazy dark golden gold lion rushed out of his fist, growing in the wind, with an unparalleled momentum, and the blood was biting at Art.

"Roar!"

Arte's human head suddenly turned into a huge wolf head, and a wild roar came out of his mouth, a huge mouth, sharp wolf teeth appeared, and he bit back at the head of the golden lion without fear.

The huge impact of the golden lion combined with the power of Bacdas, caused Deyat's body to roll out, and there were two blood grooves on the wolf's head, which was thought to be the masterpiece of the golden lion.

At this time, Art is a strange combination, the head and arms are in the form of a werewolf, but the rest of the body still retains the form of a human body, wearing black trousers and suits, but there are many tears.

"Roar!"

Under the control of Bacdas, the golden lion's thick limbs were slightly bent, its claws were clasped in the dirt, and then it slammed into Yat with the momentum of thunder, although it was only an energy body, but it left a huge paw print on the ground, half a foot deep. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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