苍狼之灵

Chapter one hundred and sixty-six: The Wolf God

Lolita heard Prince Dorset's resentful command and felt anxious. With her eyes fixed, the two soldiers in front of her were stunned for a moment, then raised their spears and exclaimed, "Protect the Prince!" With that, they fiercely stabbed Prince Dorset.

Prince Dorset's martial arts skills were more than twice as high as theirs. In a state of shock and anger, he swung his sword and beheaded, and two soldiers fell in response. The great wizard rushed forward and slapped the little fox girl on the neck, knocking her unconscious. He shrugged and said, "Her willpower is so strong. With me casting spells to intimidate her, she still controls others

Take her aside, and I will show her that man kneeling in front of me like a dog! "Prince Dorset smirked and raised the long sword with a cold light from afar," Kill me

A forest of guns and a mountain of knives rushed towards Jedi like waves crashing on the shore. Prince Dorset personally supervised the battle with a sword bestowed by Emperor Mordegood, and no one cared about the life or death of the Ninth Princess anymore.

The Ninth Princess's face was as pale as ashes, and her eyes were completely lifeless. She could never have imagined that the Seventh Prince, a fellow mother, would be so heartless.

Jedi let out a soft sigh, spread his arm, and threw her out. Before countless sharp blades pierced her, she was thrown out of the encirclement. The Ninth Princess was in the air, her figure turned, and she looked at Jedi in surprise. However, she saw that Jedi just smiled faintly, his gaze seeming disdainful and pitying, piercing her heart like an arrow.

The wind rolls yellow sand dance, and long hair disturbs people's hearts. Princess Nine is even sadder than death now. Jedi can travel thousands of miles for his woman, crossing the desert grasslands and challenging the authority of the strongest military force, Emperor Sauron, while his blood and flesh relatives, who are connected by his veins, push her into the abyss of death to vent their jealousy. How can he bear it?

Ah... roar! "Jedi let out a sharp howl, and the wolf toothed stick" wuwu "made a loud sound, swinging into a millstone and strangling everything thrown in. Various sharp and piercing sounds followed suit, blood, flesh, shattered clothes, and shattered weapons flying in the yellow sand air.

The wizard kept a cold smile on his lips, watching Jedi's movements. Jedi's martial arts skills were completely beyond his expectations. However, all things in the world must follow certain rules, and as long as they are within these rules, you cannot violate their regulations.

Jedi is also a creature, which needs food and generates consumption. No matter how skilled your martial arts are, there will be times when your strength runs out. A poet who is eloquent in every word, unable to compose good poetry even when feeling dizzy and overwhelmed by a headache, a swordsman who has exhausted his strength or a great wizard who is unable to speak, is easier to deal with than a teenager.

The Forbidden Palace Heavy Armored Warriors have extraordinary talents and immense strength. When they charge into battle, they can collide head-on with the long spear soldiers sprinting on foot. Such a terrifying team, even if they cannot kill Jedi, how much strength do they have to fight again after Jedi kills them all?

Blood and flesh kept splattering, and the soldiers who rushed forward crowded with no empty space often had their faces covered in fresh blood, while also sticking to threads of flesh and blood. The shattered iron plates of the heavy armor shot out like a flywheel for a long time, and I don't know which soldier it might hurt.

Jedi's feet were covered in sticky flesh and blood, and the wolf toothed stick had become a bare iron rod with a slightly twisted handle. He never knew that killing a soldier was more laborious than killing a steel puppet. As he was surrounded by broken corpses, he found that more and more heavily armored soldiers were approaching. Every step forward, he had to wave the iron rod and smash more than ten soldiers wrapped in thick armor into pieces.