But he still needs the last half minute, and he will make it through, and the winner will still be himself.
Thinking of this, he rekindled his high fighting spirit.
I want to be a dragon that makes my brother proud. I can’t live up to Samson’s loyalty
No, Constantine
Abandon those cowardly ideas, and the final decision is not to survive but to kill this monster!
Once again, after the attack, the two sides pulled away from Constantine because of the reaction. They looked at the young man in front with a loud roar and brought up layers of air billow.
Liu Chen looked at Constantine, who was already "broken", and smiled at each other with his proud and combative eyes. "Stop it."
Fighting me is Constantine.
Those dragon wings waved and the bedroom flames bent down one after another. Many latosolic red bronze walls still shone with light to illuminate this ancient and modern battle. This is an epic battle between the hybrid and the first generation of dragons
The harsh sonic boom sounded from the east, and it was a dark phantom that pulled out a long reddish-golden blood fog.
Since the Pentium in the west is a dragon video like a giant god, it has been a storm.
Constantine sideways by inertia, his body is still intact, and the most powerful dragon tail sweeps towards the teenager.
Liu Chen is suddenly mopping the floor with a single pole, and his body is almost touching the ground. He staggered and got up. He has recovered well. His left hand and right hand are holding the regicide inertia, and the black knife light flashes out and Constantine’s hind legs are broken.
In Constantine’s roar, he jumped and cut off a huge dragon wing, bathed in dragon blood and walked to the sky. The dome turned over and the body gained the borrowing point again.
And Fang’s huge dragon body finally lost its balance and collapsed
At the moment of life and death, Constantine can make a judgment, and Yi Long flips his body sideways with his wings. He must at least be able to see his opponent clearly so that his right forearm can be broken and his claws can block his opponent’s attack
Lu Chen stepped on the dome with both feet, and his legs were deeply bent, and his muscles were broken. Red and golden blood fog sprayed from every corner of his body, and his state had reached its limit.
In a flash, the bronze wall of the dome suddenly fell apart, and the shock wave brought gas and exploded, pushing the figure of a teenager flying in the air like a sword hanging down to the sky to judge the earth.
It takes less than a second to sing Constantine when the torrent of flames rises, but it can cover his sight and give him a chance to resist this attack.
He saw that the teenager had reached the limit, and after that, he would enter a weak state for convenience.
Facing the flames, Lu Chen should cross the wide blade to disperse them, but Linxi did not turn the blade.
In his previous life, he practiced the knife method several times. At this moment, he felt that he could make that knife. The theory of previous life could never reach a knife.
At this time, his heart beat faster than 500 times per minute!
Twisting muscles in both arms will infuse body strength into the hilt, and the regicide living spirit will roar with pain and excitement.
As if it were natural, the murderous blade of regicide cut off an extremely long blade, which brought a faster linear velocity. No one could see the path of this blade clearly.
That’s day after day, year after year, regardless of his secret blood fighters’ questioning.
It’s extremely sharp and overbearing, and it’s the result of the painstaking efforts of the juvenile martial arts realm.
The combination of meaning and form is a knife from itself, but it is a day of imposing manner, as if you can see the dim light of the sun and the moon when the dragon is dying.
The torrent of flames dispersed, just like a teenager’s never-ending knife to show his respect. Long blood stains appeared before Constantinople’s body, and even the atmosphere was cut by this knife with a sharp will.
Regicide, Constantine, dragons’ claws crisscross, dragons’ virtual shadows suddenly expand by dozens of times, hundreds of meters long, black dragons’ shadows fall from the sky, and the black dragons’ huge mouths are like swallowing up everything, including the monarch.
Far beyond Constantine, the dragon roar sounded like a real dragon king, extremely majestic and bloodthirsty.
Boom-
Constantine, a young figure, cracked and sank inch by inch in bronze.
The virtual shadow of the black dragon gradually disappeared behind Constantine, and dozens of meters of blood springs burst out from the back half of the dragon neck, scarlet rain fell, and the juvenile’s dark face gurgled.
"Hoo-"
Lu Chen spit out a hot miscellaneous gas.
Ten-year sharpening Wu Shen’s knife method-Heavenly!
Chapter two hundred and sixty-three Shore old subway
Many commissioners of the river incense boat are nervous, and they can hear Constantine’s furious dragon roar.
I can’t imagine what the S-class ace will face, and what will the final result of the enemy’s battle be?
Ye Sheng walked out of the cabin and took a deep breath after reporting the situation, but his body still spread and Rowen trembled slightly.
He didn’t feel a little scared at this time. If he and Yaji sneaked into Nibelungen, I’m afraid they would have become two cold bodies.
In the angle that others can’t see, his hand is gently held by a pair of soft clothes, and both sides tremble slightly at first and gradually calm down.
"We saved our lives."
Ye Shengchang breathed a sigh of relief and gradually pressed the tension away.
"Thanks to Lu Xuedi"
Aki Sakatoku looked at the water waves and prayed that the landing morning would win and the commissioners would return safely.
Feeling the strong wind rising on the river, she remembered what Liu Chengang had asked herself when they met.
Although Lu Chen changed the subject behind her, she was relieved that the other party might have seen her sister.
But where does my sister do now? Why will she make friends with Lu Chen?
And she doesn’t know when someone is watching her through a sniper mirror.
Changfeng blows Sakatoku Mai’s long hair. She lays a sniper rifle on the ground. She is ready to meet the challenge. She can’t keep staring at the river while waiting. It will cause visual fatigue, which is a taboo for snipers.
The boss has disappeared, leaving no trace except the Bible on the cliff.
"What about long legs and long legs?"
Enxi Su sounds in the headset.