Cthulhu Gonfalon

In the void outside the "shelter" of the Kingdom of God, huge green jellyfish and huge black armor soldiers smashed together, the jellyfish's tentacles were cold, and they changed into various swords and swords, and they attacked in all directions. The black armor warrior clasped the big sword with both hands, blocking the less dangerous attacks with armor, and seized the opportunity to cut the opponent to the sword.

The cold sword and the equally cold tentacles collided, and each of them made a deafening roar. Along with the roar, there were many black stripes on the male body. Looking closely at it was a dark wound. The wound was filled with deep evil power, which made it difficult for him to heal, and the armor of the **** of fear A circle of green patterns floated up, just like a vine entangled with it. Looking closely, these "vines" are alive, and are constantly drilling into the armor, attacking the body of the **** of fear.

When the battle hits this part, it can be said that the bayonet is red. The two sides even did not even have the freedom to disperse the other side's intrusion into their own body. They could only force the injury to be suppressed and make as much effort as possible to kill.

Inside the Pantheon, witnessing this battle, several powerful powers are heavy.

"I really can't think of it... The big jellyfish that I was surrounded by, I have already reached this point!" Lefeng sighed, and was very emotional. "I knew that he could be so strong. He pulled into our gods!"

"You can't get it now." Uther said with a blank expression. "Going now, it's just in the snow."

"No!" Lefeng shook his head. "I promised that the other two wouldn't help each other. When the boss wants to keep the credit, how else will others serve you?"

"Credit is used to sell at a critical moment." Uther said coldly, "You are keeping promises this time, just want to make a big sale next time."

"Hey! Don't look down on people like this! Although I am old and rough, I can't count when I talk!" Le Feng was angry, a pair of dog eyes were rounder than the eggs, staring at Uther.

Uther was unmoved and looked at the battlefield intently, but there was a strange flash of light in his eyes.

(This battle...should not be settled in the dust!)

As far as the scene is concerned, Yan Xiong has completely fallen to the disadvantages. The black wounds on his body have been countless, and many wounds have become one piece. The small injury has become a big injury. The most serious one has almost smashed him. One third of the body is really miserable. On the other hand, the **** of fear relies on the strength of the armor, and can barely hold most of the power of life outside the body. Even if it is invaded, it is only a wound of flesh and blood, and the situation is much better than that of the male.

Looking at what it is now, it is clear that Xiong Xiong is about to die. But Uther felt that things would not be that simple.

(Oscar, this kid can always come up with some wonderful means. This time should be no exception...)

Among the gods watching the Pantheon, there are many people with similar ideas, and some even plainly say it.

"What is the Void Mask?" The **** of strategy in the war **** whispered to himself, "He can never lose like this. There must be no cards at all, but why did he refuse to use the cards? What?"

As a warrior of war gods, he is used to grasping all kinds of information on the battlefield in order to infer the most accurate conclusions. According to the data collected by him, the Void Mask is not the type of ping-pong battle. He is good at violent assaults and kills. He is a violent warrior who is seriously injured and seriously injured and killed. Or it’s a wonderful way to make a stunned look.

But why is this the most stupid jellyfish in the world used the most stupid and stupid, and obviously the least suitable means for him?

Even without reasoning, intuition tells him that there must be fraud!

However, He wants to think about it and can't think of where the problem lies.

He didn't think it was normal, because he did not figure out any good ideas.

He is only trying to fight and kill, while resisting and resolving the offensive of the **** of fear as much as possible, while as much as possible, the **** of life is attacked into the other's body by attack, trying to defeat the opponent from the inside.

In the past few years, he has been busy resurrecting the **** of healing. In the process, he gradually got a good understanding of the power in the field of life. At this moment, he exerted the power of life to fight, and the effect was unexpectedly good.

But... the power of life is used to fight, and I always feel that there is no coordination.

It is this feeling of inconsistency that affects his play and prevents him from applying his power to the extreme.

If that's the case, maybe you can win it?

... probably not, after all, there is a gap in hard power.

In the heart of the sorrowful smile, but did not dare to have a slight scorn, hundreds of tentacles simply waved into a whirlwind, to protect themselves tightly, not to give the **** of fear a chance.

The situation is very obvious now, if he can keep blocking, he will probably hold on for a while. And as long as there is a trick that can't stop, being slashed by the powerful swords of both hands, I am afraid there will be no "after".

(What a hell! I just had an advantage...)

He couldn’t help but mutter in his heart. Could it be that the "three illusions" of the legend "I have an advantage"?

War is a very wonderful and very strange thing. The advantages and disadvantages, the outcomes, and even the deaths and deaths are often changed quickly and dizzying.

I don't know how many people fall down when they are about to win. They don't know how many people, obviously they are not good, but they win the game. There are too many such things. Even though I am an art student, I can’t say a few specific examples. I know that this kind of thing is not new.

It’s just... I’ve become a living example, and it’s always a little uncomfortable.

Of course, this little discomfort is negligible compared to the imminent crisis.

However, it seems that the danger of being hit by the servant is almost impossible to ignore.

Yan Xiong secretly sighed and wondered what to do.

When I think about it, he still can't think of a good way.

Unconsciously, time passed a little more, the attack of the **** of fear became more and more sharp, and the wound on the male body became more and more serious. When it finally arrived, the longest and deepest wound completely traversed his body, leaving his entire body almost divided into two.

This is almost an injury that can determine the battle, but Xiongxiong found inspiration at the moment when the body was almost cut in half.

His body, especially what is not the real body!

Others are afraid of injury, afraid that the body is destroyed, he does not have to be afraid!

Over the years, he has become accustomed to living and fighting in the attitude of jellyfish. He has forgotten this thing with the following consciousness - his male brother is not a jellyfish at all, he is a soul who crosses the earth, and the shape of this jellyfish is nothing more than In a coat worn by his soul!

Now, the coat is about to be broken by the enemy, what about it!

Just play, I don't care!

Thinking of this, Xiongxiong couldn't help but laugh.

So he simply did not defend, the tentacles swayed wildly, and all the tricks became offensive.

(Does this guy want to die together?!)

The **** of fear saw the victory in the grip, but found that Xiongxiong suddenly felt like madness, did not do a little defense, only looked at the crazy attack, suddenly shocked.

According to his speculation, this void mask is to know that it must be defeated, and that it is necessary to pull itself apart.

How is this going!

The **** of fear is to be the lord of the evil gods. In the future, he will try to attack the great power and inherit the throne of the evil master. How can he be here with an unreasonable fool jellyfish!

Without thinking about it, the **** of fear immediately transforms the fighting style, using nine out of nine energy for dodge and defense, leaving only a little to maintain the offensive.

This little offensive does not bring particularly heavy pressure to Yan Xiong, but it is enough to continue to maintain the battle, making his wounds more and more wounded, and his injuries are getting heavier and heavier.

As for the **** of fear, under the violent attack of Yuxiong, despite the efforts to defend, the injury is rapidly increasing.

"In this way, it won't really be the same?" Inside the Pantheon, the Lord of Mystery spoke up. "It's better for us to mediate, and we can't just watch them die."

"It is ridiculous that the two powerful powers are so degraded." The **** of the sky of the natural gods said, "I don't think they should fight any more."

The goddess of the earth immediately echoes, and this couple, who are unique among the powerful powers, have always moved forward and backward together, and you sing me.

But the **** of war has different opinions. He shouted: "There is no need to mediate! If you do this again, there will be only one result, that is, the void mask will fall, the **** of fear will be seriously injured, and it will not be the same!"

"You have a problem with the judgment of the situation." Lefeng shook his head.

Uther did not say anything and turned to look at Jorga Deman.

The **** of justice is now frowning and silent.

Obviously, He is not optimistic about the hero.

If you fight like this, I am afraid that as the **** of war said, the **** of fear is seriously injured, and the false face is fallen.

Just when you are arguing with powerful powers, the difference is steep.

The sturdy male who had been bruised and bruised suddenly rushed, smashing the powerful sword of the **** of fear through the body, entangled the **** of fear with tentacles.

The **** of fear once saw him killing the goddess of the ocean in a similar way, immediately screaming badly, urging almost all the power of the gods, letting the armor deform in the blink of an eye, and protecting the whole body tightly, without revealing a slight gap.

He guessed that the void mask is to use poison needles.

However, He guessed wrong.

Yan Xiong did not use the poison needle at all, but entangled him with death, then laughed and shouted a slogan.

The next moment, the huge jellyfish exploded.