A long howl came from the mouth of the wolf-headed monster.

Joe's punch sent him flying backwards more than a hundred feet, and before his body could hit the ground, the guy flipped over in the air and stomped on the two highlanders who flew up with both feet.

The bodies of the two unlucky eggs burst open, exploding into two clouds of blood mist.

The wolf temple warrior roared again and again, and his body rolled forward with his strength, as if he had wings, his body drew a beautiful arc in the air, and his body was erratic from side to side, and he pounced in front of Joe in an instant.

The snow-patterned iron scimitar swayed a piece of cold light, like a heavy snow falling from the sky, enveloping Joe's body in an instant.

Joe is like a smart python, his fat body swaying from side to side flexibly, making a very large amplitude and high frequency dodge action in a very small space.

Every time the blade of light was about to fall on Joe's body, every time it was helpless, almost clinging to Joe's skin, and the knife failed to touch a single hair of his hair, failing to leave even the slightest wound on his body.

Joe's arms were like elastic octopus wrists and feet, and the punches tore through the air with a terrifying loud noise. A pair of fists shuttled smartly in the light of the sword, each time they almost clinged to the blade, bringing up a blurred fist shadow, constantly bombarding the Wolf Temple warriors in the air.

This Wolf Temple warrior was worthy of being a sixth-order 'Golden Bone Winged Wolf', behind him, the air vibrated violently, and the blurred air faintly formed a pair of transparent wings behind him.

He was suspended in the air a few feet above the ground, and his body was extremely agile and flew up and down left and right.

He swirled wildly around Joe, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and every now and then, he would suddenly appear on top of Joe's head, with his head down, and swing a few knives at the top of Joe's head in an extremely strange posture.

Joe also has the power of the Wolf King's authority and has the instinct of 'legendary haste'.

Coupled with his extraordinary agility, extraordinary speed, extraordinary body control and five senses enhancement derived from his talent from the dark elf bloodline, this made his reactions, his speed, and his movements controllable and balanced in no way weaker than this Wolf Temple warrior.

Even, stronger, faster, more subtle, more balanced.

At first, Joe was not yet familiar with the power he had just acquired, and the frequency of his attacks was roughly the same as that of the Wolf Temple warriors.

After a breath, when the Wolf Temple warrior slashed a hundred times, Joe was able to punch him one more punch.

After two breaths, while the Wolf Temple warrior slammed into a hundred swords, Joe gradually attacked three more punches than him.

After four or five breaths, every time this Wolf Temple warrior slashed a hundred knives, Qiao threw fifteen to twenty more punches than him.

Although every knife failed to land on Joe's body.

Although every punch failed to touch the body of the Wolf Temple warrior.

But obviously, the sword light gradually dimmed, the roar of Joe's heavy punch gradually overpowered the sound of the blade breaking through the air, his fist shadow gradually covered the sword light, and in the space near Joe's body, I saw a flickering fist shadow flickering, and the sword light was gradually retreating and disintegrating.

The Wolf Temple warrior roared anxiously and angrily.

His figure suddenly flashed, and from directly in front of Joe, he quickly turned behind Joe, and stabbed Joe in the back more than a dozen times in a row.

Joe's body twisted strangely like a giant python that had turned over.

Originally facing straight ahead, his upper body twisted backwards, his body twisted, his neck twisted, and Joe's face was aimed directly at the Wolf Temple warrior directly behind his body......

Joe's head twisted back one hundred and eighty degrees in a strange way.

Gorkin, Lan Mujin and others, who were about to come up to help Joe defend against the enemy, were half frightened to death by Joe's strange movements, and they exclaimed at the same time.

Even the warriors of the Wolf Temple didn't expect that Joe's body was flexible and could make such inhuman movements.

Joe's arms swung forward.

There were several explosions like thunderbolts on a sunny day, and near Joe's fist, circles of white gas exploded, shaking the eardrums of people nearby with severe pain and dizziness in their heads.

Just now, Joe's arm was just more than a foot long.

But at this moment, Joe's arms were stretched by more than three feet in full view of everyone.

Joe himself was taller and burier than the wolf temple warrior, and his arm span was much longer than that of the wolf temple warrior. This wolf temple warrior held a scimitar in his hand, and with the help of the length of the three-foot scimitar, his attack range and attack distance gave Qiao a certain advantage.

His blade can slash into Joe's body, and Joe's fist is difficult to bombard his body while dodging the sword light.

But Joe's arms were very unreasonable, and suddenly stretched more than three feet......

The Wolf Temple warrior had never encountered such a strange opponent, and he could only watch as Joe's arms swayed from side to side like a giant python hunting, with a layer of white qi visible to the naked eye, and slammed into his body that had lost its armor protection.

The power of legends is activated.

In the body of the Wolf Temple warrior, there is also a strange power at the level of physical laws that counterattacks.

The two collided and dissolved, leaving more than thirty percent of the legendary power to smash on the body of the Wolf Temple warrior. His clothes were in tatters, revealing a body covered in long, golden hair.

One by one, the golden long hairs shattered, and the Wolf Temple warrior had turned into a blue-black skin, and dense cracks like spider webs continued to appear, and a large amount of viscous blood continued to ooze out along the cracks in the skin, dyeing him into a bloody man in an instant.

Joe's punch landed firmly on the guy's chest.

What the Golden Bone Winged Wolf brought to the Wolf Temple warriors was a comprehensive strengthening of the body, bones, bone marrow, tendons, muscles, etc., all strengthened to an inhuman state.

Joe's strength was only one-third stronger than this Wolf Temple warrior.

In the loud noise, the chest of the Wolf Temple warrior was dented, and the ribs were collapsed and twisted, but the elastic bones only made a slight cracking sound, but they were not really broken by Joe's heavy punch.

Not only the bones, but also the upper body of the Wolf Temple warrior were like gold leaf with excellent malleability, although they were dented and suffered some injuries, but there were no truly fatal wounds.

The Wolf Temple warrior spat out a mouthful of blood.

Accompanied by the blood and water, there was a long and terrible roar.

He wrapped his left hand around one of Joe's arms, and with his right hand, he swung his scimitar and slashed at Joe.

Joe's crimson eyes widened suddenly, Crimson's fighting instinct, and the wild ferocity and tyranny that suddenly surged out of his body, made him choose a head-on confrontation.

This ferocious and tyrannical feeling is like an ancient monster that occupies the apex of the food chain, suddenly provoked by a prey that is usually used as a snack to satisfy cravings...... Joe's mind was filled with only one furious thought - crush this guy.

The Wolf Temple warrior's left hand wrapped around Joe's arm.

Joe's left arm was the same, tightly wrapped around the other's shoulder.

The scimitar whistled down and slammed into the top of Joe's head, splitting the Imperial Army's big-brimmed hat in two.

The flickering blade of cold light, in the exclamation of Gorkin and others, slashed the top of Joe's head.

Joe's scalp is slightly sunken......

With the legendary flexible instinct, Joe's scalp has become so pliable and tough that the scimitar made of snow-grained iron, and the snow-grained iron scimitar that cuts through steel with great ease, can't even cut through a layer of his oily skin.

The scalp is sunken, and ninety percent of the slashing force on the blade is absorbed by the scalp.

The blade and Joe's skull bumped hard across the scalp, and with a crisp 'ding' sound, Joe's skull made a crisp sound of gold and iron.

'Legendary bones' from the one-hundredth wolf king's authority!

What is 'Bones of Legend'?

It means that the bones in Joe's whole body have become legends!

What is a legend? It is the existence that the power of the mundane cannot be matched, cannot be fought against, and cannot be harmed, far above the mundane and high in the clouds, is qualified to be a legend.

Joe's skeleton has the prefix 'Legendary'.

Although it was only one percent of the Wolf King's authority, Joe's bones were not indestructible, but they were by no means damaged by the scimitar whose scalp had weakened ninety percent of its strength.

The scimitar in the hand of the Wolf Temple warrior crumbled against Joe's scalp.

Because Joe's scalp absorbed and dissolved ninety percent of the force on the scimitar, after his scimitar and Joe's skull collided, there was not much anti-shock force.

The Wolf Temple warrior looked at Joe with a blank expression.

Just this knife, the scimitar back feels very wrong, very wrong.

It didn't feel like slashing a big living person, but like a knife slashing into the mud, and after slashing down more than a dozen feet in the mud, the blade touched a piece of alloy steel.

Although it was a hard-hitting collision in the end, after being weakened by the mud by ninety percent of the strength, this time the hard-hitting collision force has become minimal.

"It doesn't make sense." The Wolf Temple warrior hissed and cursed.

What he is holding is a sharp weapon made of snow-patterned iron, and as a warrior of the Wolf Temple, the snow-patterned iron used in the scimitar in his hand is much stronger than the inferior goods in the hands of ordinary highlander captains and thousand-commanders, both in purity and quantity.

With this knife just now, this Wolf Temple warrior whose faith collapsed was confident that even a building made of granite would be split into two pieces by him with one sword.

But Joe's scalp wasn't even split!

"I think that's reasonable......" Joe grinned, his whole eye becoming more and more red, and in the thick of blood flashing, he hugged the wolf temple warrior.

Like a child hugging his beloved rag doll, he hugged this wolf-headed wolf temple warrior deep into his arms.

It's like a giant python wrapping around a poor antelope.

The stout arms twisted, squirmed, and strangled with all their might......

The terrifying sound of fractures, like steel cracking, finally sounded like a bean popping in the body of this wolf temple warrior.

Broken bones.

Crushed tendons.

The internal organs were crushed to pieces.

The vitality is rapidly dissipating...... The wolf temple warrior let out a long howl of unwillingness, and his body finally went limp, and he could no longer move.

Joe casually took off the scimitar in his hand and threw it to Gorkin with his backhand.

"Ha, Gorkin, the heirloom of our Vettu family, we have ...... Hmm, how much more do you want? ”