This three-headed beast has the power of a mythical creature.
Gwen tried his best to fight fiercely with the three-headed dog in the dark, hitting the opponent's paws, and was hit in the head by the lightning-fast attack. Almost instantly, he felt that his world was spinning. This sale
The flaws are too big, but is it worth it?
worth.
Because the cursed blade seized the opportunity and jumped on the dog's back, barbs popped out of the heel, and kicked the barb into the side of the three-headed dog mercilessly like a cowboy kicking a horse.
This is a big deal.
The roar of the three-headed dog was deafening, but it also had a bit of pain.
But the more powerful thing is behind.
After the Cursed Blade sat down, he inserted the Cursed Gun on its back and pulled the trigger repeatedly.
A popping sound like a bullet hitting shit kept coming out.
The three-headed dog howled.
If there were an award for cherishing small animals in the world, Mihira would definitely have a place among the living sacrifices who were bled at the award ceremony. With no mercy and extreme malice, he struck the heavy incense burner with an action that looked like a home run.
On the chin of the middle head of the three-headed dog.
This series of fierce attacks stunned the three-headed dog.
Gwen adjusted her state, jumped up slightly, adjusted the angle in the air, turned over and covered it with one foot, bringing her dragon tail down with it.
The waist, abdomen, legs, and tail exert three forces.
This movement is as graceful as the first or even second verse of Swan Lake, especially when the backup dancers are dancing in snow-white tutus and white pantyhose that are said to have "no evil intentions".
Evil or not, most men, no matter how big or small, will deny that they observe the curves of their calves and thighs.
But the power is as heavy as Tyson's signature jumping left hook. Yes, Gwen's full strength is much greater than Tyson's full strength, but the power that bursts out in this moment, the brilliance revealed in this moment, that second
The heavy blow is like a waterfall falling and a flood breaking through a dam. This is a conceptual thing.
The earth happened to tremble.
The blow that withstood all the force completely destroyed the costume of Gwen's left leg. The gray shadow climbed up and the white ankle re-evolved into a costume. Five scales on the dragon's tail collapsed, like sharp daggers and fangs.
Plug it into the ground. The impact plows away the soil, just like the moment when high-voltage electricity explodes, first turning the night into daylight, and then into flames, but in the process, the air is as if someone has pressed the pause button twice.
pause!
This kind of pause is the embodiment of pure power.
The right side of the head of the three-headed dog Kirkbolas exploded, reminding people of summer, the beach, the blindfolded busty girl, the wooden pillar in her hand, and the innocent watermelon.
It made the sound of a dog whose tail was stepped on, shrill and sad.
Completely different from Gwen's reaction when she was hit.
First, there is a gap in strength.
Secondly, there is also a vague gap in the ability to withstand attacks.
Even speaking, Gwen is a bit stronger.
The strong material of the dragon horn is like the ribbed low-quality steak in a knife shop. The reinforced skull, and the dozens of precise and strong tendons and buffer layers on both sides of the neck. Using 'human' to describe Gwen already belongs to
The level of disrespect. This is also the reason why he dared to challenge the claws of Cirk Bolas. This is also true. Taking a hit, relying on his own ability to resist the blow and the buffering effect of his source power, brought sufficient strength to the two powerful partners.
Contain opportunities.
Containment is transformed into control.
Only after Gwen regained consciousness did she have the opportunity to launch this shocking blow to the immobile target.
The expression on Squirrel Girl's face could even be drawn into a painting.
Just name it:
"I Chao, Ancestor"
Most people would be frightened when they see such a petite Gwen create such destructive power. But Curse Blade and Mihira are both experienced people. In other words, they are experts in beating up drowned dogs!
The three-headed dog couldn't control its body shape and sat on the ground.
Curse Blade pulled out his lightsaber, aimed at the middle head of the three-headed dog, and stabbed it hard on the back of the head, like a skewer.
Kirkporas was hit hard again in the middle of his head.
Mihaila jumped up high, copied Gwen's movements, and used all her strength to swing the incense burner and smash it down hard without hesitation.
If it were an ordinary beast, it would have died.
An ordinary vehicle commander would also be killed in this kind of attack.
Even if the person standing here is Longyan, after suffering two blows from Gwen and Mihaila and a sneak attack from the curse blade, at least half of his life is left here, and the remaining half of his life will have to wait until the man counts to 3.
It is possible to survive. This kind of cooperation and offensive explosion by chance is as terrifying and gorgeous as the Warriors basketball in 2017. These conditions can only be achieved by chance.
But Kirkbolas was not a chariot commander in human form.
After abandoning the rational way of origin, its body became stronger and stronger. The right side of its head was completely damaged, the middle head was seriously damaged, and the damage to the left side of the head was still being repaired.
Under such circumstances, the body burst out with an unprecedented terrifying heat wave, and the terrifying flames showed the potential of starting a prairie fire.
The Curseblade retreated.
As rational as she is, she will not sacrifice her life to eradicate evil. Or maybe she has a very high self-esteem and believes that her own value is not comparable to that of a mere Kirk Bolas.
Before retreating, she fired two curse shots at Gwen and Mihayla.
The three of them are extremely talented in combat intelligence. When Mihaila and Gwen saw the bullet trajectory of the curse gun, the former jumped up and took a shot with his tail, and was carried away by the powerful impact and out of danger.
Gwen hesitated.
Do you want to trade with Kirkporas?
He couldn't ignore the terrifying heat wave, but it was possible to reduce some of the damage, cut off the middle head in the flames, and then launch a second round of attacks to cut off the last left head, which was still recovering and weak.
I'm sure of it, but not very sure, about 97%.
But can cutting off three heads really kill the three-headed dog?
At the same time, if you attack at the same time, you will also be replaced with a fifty-fifty number?
While he was thinking, the bullet had already flown over his head, and came behind him under Curse Blade's anxious gaze.
This anxious look was caught.
Gwen thought: Forget it, creatures related to immortals are difficult to kill. If you can't kill them even after cutting off three heads, your 50% mortality rate will be in vain, and the cursed blade will also
sad.
So he quickly leaned back and used his fingertips to lightly hook the bullet behind him.
With the help of this special high-impact ammunition, he jumped back lightly, stretching his body as if flying without gravity. At the same time, his arches cut through the air, and he picked out several silver strings and hung them on different trees.
Use this to buffer and adjust your landing direction.
It's hard to say.
But the technique is just a plagiarized version of Yiwei Crossing the River and is not worth mentioning.
On the contrary, Gwen herself was satisfied with the one that matched her source power with her own skills.
It's so hot that you can feel the burning energy rushing through your body just by looking at it.
"People or things that are too persistent annoy me."
Gwen commented in her mind.
Looking at the monster using such terrifying power.
The three-headed dog was in extremely bad condition at this time.
Visibly bad.
Kirkbolas is not a god, so it still needs to obey the laws and rules of the world. For example, it cannot and will never disobey the principle of equivalent exchange with the material world. This source of power must pay a heavy price.
This giant dog that was originally full of muscles lost nearly 60% of its meat in just two seconds. In an instant, it changed from a 'dog dog' to a 'every dog', as skinny as a skeleton dog. That powerful source of power
Suddenly it turned into nothing. The source of energy accumulated for perhaps thousands of years became fuel, a match, detecting - catching fire - extinguishing the fire and the smell of sulfur dioxide behind it, that's all.
Gwen saw it.
The eyes on the left side of the three-headed dog's head, which was barely intact, shone with intense hatred toward him.
This hatred is really pleasant.
It means destroying this monster's ideals and wealth to such a stage that it even hates people.
Gwen smiled, gave a thumbs up, and then lightly scratched her neck.
The three-headed dog disappeared.
No matter how much he hates himself, Gwen believes that the other party cannot hate him more than he hates the 'Eternal Boca Lotna'.
Kirkbolas was not born a dog - slightly ambiguous.
According to the Witch Lord's information, Kirke Bolas and Boca Lotna were brothers, and Kirke Bolas was the elder brother.
It is said that the two were extremely handsome. In the ancient Utopia era, the two brothers assumed the responsibilities of the kingdom's high priest and palace finance minister respectively. They were also the strongest and most famous source power messengers at that time. They were even defeated head-on.
The witch, and captured a strange mining machine from the witch's hands.
And this is also the beginning of tragedy.
The defeated witch saw the power of the two brothers joining forces and made up her mind to break up this powerful complementary source of power.
The witch sent the manuscript of the Immortal to a carriage near the brothers' residence, and bewitched them with what the witch said was the "mystery of immortality". By tampering with the ritual process, the witch brought into play the fatalism that the Utopians did not believe in but blindly followed, making the brothers jealous.
, roommate fighting.
The final result is that the younger brother has eternal life, eternal beauty, and a source of power that surpasses all mortals.
But the elder brother was reduced to a hound, a three-headed hound, a monster who forever hates Boca Lotna's minions and hates all life and joy.
But even so, Cirkebolas did not have the guts to trouble his brother.
This world is cruel.
Gwen is also good at imitating one or two.
As long as Kirkbolas can never defeat itself, its anger is useless and its hatred is nothing more than a howl.
He has a certain degree of confidence in this. Although overall he cannot beat Gougou, it may not be easy to recover from the opponent's current state.
But the power of this flame is truly terrifying.
Gwen looked at the wreckage and charred land around him. This sheer destructive power was truly astonishing. What mortals call water and fire without mercy is exactly the embodiment of this power.
But a moment later, a refreshing stream of water surrounded the land, extinguishing the remaining flames.
Mihaila walked over in small steps with her hands behind her back, walked to his side, suddenly leaned forward, turned her head sideways, and stared curiously with a pair of bright eyes:
"Did you develop this move?"
"It contains our commonly used Cun Jin technique, and the bullet jumping explosive technique, combined with some various methods and moves that I have seen in the past..."
"That's what you developed."
Gwen quickly raised the corners of her mouth a little, lowered her chin, and smiled without showing her teeth.
"I have done some minor integration work, bringing a relatively new technical understanding to the development of this technology... But if you want to talk about practicality, I am indeed the first to use it, and you are the second."
What an amazing waist and talent.
Gwen quietly glanced at Mihira's waist and the rat dragon tail. The biggest limitation of this technique is physical fitness. As a martial arts apprentice, Gwen can frankly admit that she is far behind in terms of pure attack power.
It is far beyond what I was in my previous life, so I must be cautious and cautious in this kind of technology.
Martial artists spend their entire lives learning three things.
First, nonsense and some martial arts concepts that seem to make you superior, don't kill people, kill people, blah blah blah.
Second, the skills and methods of explosion, how to explode the maximum power in the shortest time.
Third, how to protect yourself during explosive techniques.
Countless martial arts masters can explode the power of people larger than themselves in size and strength, but the subsequent reaction force can kill them. Therefore, the so-called internal martial arts and external skills have emerged. Through external skills, the body can be abnormal, or some
A painful transformation, such as hands full of calluses. Through internal strength, better breathing methods and muscle training methods, you can maintain the agility and strength of your body that is sufficient for your needs.
The Utopians are different.
Artyom's strength definitely exceeds the maximum that a person of his size can bear, but he can punch with all his strength again and again without any scruples.
Not to mention Mihayla, considering his size, the force of a full punch would cause his arm to be broken directly.
But none of them have this trouble.
The physical advantages of the beautiful boy Rat Dragon are astonishing.
He can easily copy almost all of Gwen's technical moves by relying on his excellent waist and abdominal strength and strong and unique body bone cushioning design.
But this does not prevent the beautiful boy Shulong from being the best at martial arts among all the fellow villagers.
He and Gwen could discuss martial arts all day long.
After that, Curse Blade took Artyom to clean up the battlefield briefly, dealt with the remaining source power, and then called out the rabbits underground.
Kasim was unlucky this time.
The entire squad's death rate was as high as 50%.
Although many newcomers died, many reliable elites also died.
Countless props were lost.
But on the other hand, she was very lucky. She met the Gray Tower. Without the help of the Gray Tower, the Cursed Blade would not have rushed over so quickly. Then she might have suffered greater losses, and she would not even be able to save a small life.
