"I'm on the front!"

With a clear drink, the phantom of the green wolf in the mountains resurfaced, enveloping the Duke of Midamoa.

At the same time, Ronnie also flew over the back of the Thunderbird, and in the blink of an eye, he could only see a small dot in the distance.

"Kill!"

The next moment, the Chloe brothers came to Midamoia.

It was as if there were two dotted lines without a beginning, and a pair of Romulo Poles disappeared in front of the opponent at the same time.

Instead, a storm-like black sword light covered the sky and the earth, enveloping an area of 100 meters. Just a few of the outer knives cut hundreds of plow-shaped deep marks on the gray stone floor of the wasteland, which was terrifying and abnormal.

"Green Wolf Hunting!"

I don't know whether I can't avoid it or I don't want to avoid it, the shadow of the knife is over, the duke stands still, and the phantom of the green wolf appears outside his body again. Only this time the phantom was not as huge as a mountain, but condensed into a "small" piece, which only shrouded Midamoa's body, but it was extremely condensed, like a flawless piece of cyan glass, and it was extremely bright.

"Scandium..."

The knife fell down and landed on the "green wolf glass", hitting the plantain like rain, making a sound like a bowl hitting each other.

But no matter how majestic the shadow of the knife is, it has never been able to break through the "green wolf", and not even a trace can be left on the "glass body".

"It's no different from '+5 Physical Defense', and there are no dead ends, which can be called perfect protection..."

Seeing the Duke motionless under the "storm", Moriarty sighed lightly and appreciated. People say that they are more mad than Mondo, "I would rather attack three inches than defend one foot", but what we see today is a fallacy.

On the other side, the Wolf Castle sisters stared nervously at the battle on the field. Although they also have great respect for the heroes and martyrs like the Chloe brothers, they must still hope that their father and brother can win.

The so-called rigidity cannot last long, and the rain of swords is dense and fierce. But it only lasted for a few breaths. When "the rain has stopped and the wind has gone", the Chloe brothers reappear near the duke.

"Boom!"

As if waiting for the enemy to reappear, a white thunderbolt fell from the sky, right in the middle of Romulo on the left. In the concentration of electricity and fire, the wolf rider couldn't help but slow down his posture and paused for half a beat.

Then. The duke moves like the wind.

The green wolf, which was as dense as glass, suddenly turned into a roar and jetted air, carrying rolling waves directly towards the enemy. And Midamoa is more like a wolf of the wind, with a long clawed phantom popping out of his palm, twisting the invisible air into a large mess just by scratching in the void.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the Extreme Dao father and son teaming up, and the tacit understanding is not weaker than that of the other party's strong brothers!

"Turn!"

A hoarse roar sounded, and Romulo on the right suddenly raised the scimitar in his hand.

Immediately, the totem wolf claws on his shoulders flashed.

For a moment, it seemed as if nothing had changed. Midamoa saw Romulus in front of him, and at some point raised his long black sword. And there was no sign of paralysis at all, and he slashed directly at himself.

"What!?"

The inevitable blow of taking advantage of the situation turned into sending himself to the enemy's sword, and the soldiers of the legion watching the battle were all shocked.

"It's a swap of places... Such a field rule..."

Only a few extreme powerhouses could see at a glance that in an instant, the Chloe brothers on the left and right sides exchanged positions with each other in some unknown way. Now the Duke is no longer facing the paralyzed by thunder, but another Romulo who waits for work and unexpectedly swings a sharp knife.

"If you can't attack weakly, you can attack strongly!"

Facing the sword light like a horse falling. The Duke's face remained unchanged.

As an outstanding descendant of the wolf clan, how could he not know the signature combat skills of the heroic crook brothers of his clan. Sure enough, it is the same as the legend. It can be seamlessly linked to each other, truly becoming one, and hiding its own weaknesses and omissions to a minimum.

Between the lightning and flint, the phantom of the claws was as bright as a star, and it was unrelenting to meet the knife slash.

In the next second, the knives touched. But in an instant, they passed by again.

It turned out that at some point, Midamoya transformed the claw shadow into a circle of "real-virtual-real" in an unfathomable micro-millimeter, and actually planned to make a tough confrontation with Romulo in front of him without reservation.

Seeing this scene, everyone in Wolf Castle was shocked, and their blood was boiling.

Even if you are a duke. As long as you go to the gladiatorial arena and start the "blood draining ceremony", you are an out-and-out predator, and there is no power, status, or wealth to speak of, everything is based on force, and you are just a pawn!

"Click!"

The two sounds were like a sound, and the sword light and claw shadow hit the target at the same time.

Then I saw a streak of blood emerge from Midamoa's chest, and a trace of blood seeped out like a spring, which quickly stained the robe.

In contrast, Romulo has three more parallel imprints from chest to abdomen. At first, it was shallow, but in the blink of an eye, it quickly deepened and thickened, and there was even a black smoke that seemed to be billowing like blood from the trace, like a cut bellows.

"Lose both! No one took advantage! Mu Tanbo's eyes were like round lights, and he said in a deep voice.

But before his words fell, he saw that the three scars in front of Romulo's body began to narrow, shallow and fade, and the smoke that came out of it also subsided a lot. I saw that the injuries had diminished dramatically.

"How so?" Margaret immediately cried out.

"It's that wolf totem, and the Chloe brothers seem to be able to share the damage."

Moriarty's eyes were like torches, and he could already see that under some kind of regular flow, there was a special energy transferred between a pair of Romulus through the wolf totem as an intermediary.

The werewolf sister immediately turned her eyes to Romulo on the other side, and sure enough, she saw three rows of identical claw marks floating out in front of her, and black smoke was also steaming.

"Share the hurt... It turns out that the Chloe brothers still have such miraculous combat skills! Mutambo nodded approvingly.

"Come again!"

But as if he hadn't seen the astonishing changes in front of him, and even less of his own knife wounds, the Duke of Midamoa snorted, and another claw slashed out, and then took the enemy's heart. And this time, the phantom of the claws poked out, and the tips of the three claws rotated at high speed to form a huge auger bit, which drilled straight away.

"Boom!"

At the same time, another combo fell in the air. One is a white electric drill, the other is a golden arm gun, but it is all Romulo on the other side.

"Knife close!"

In the face of the joint offensive of the duke's father and son, the Chloe brothers were also brave, not dodging or dodging, but instead raised the pitch-black scimitar together and slashed down synchronously. At the same time, the totem wolf claws on their respective shoulders also flashed rapidly.

In the next moment, the two black blades suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge black fang, which pierced straight towards Midamoa's swirling claws.

As for the thunder and arm guns that fell from the sky, they didn't care about it at all and let it bombard.

Strong with force, hard at the enemy!

This is the heroic posture of the ancestor Beamon.

Regardless of the future, do not ask about the past, although the sword mountain and the sea of fire, the past! (To be continued......)