Rebirth of Japanese Wolf Legacy

The two sides launched a charge, swaying anger and death to the opponent of the road!

Hercules once again released the shot with a hundred, and the top of the Jiu Dao was coincident. He formed a blow to destroy the earth, he would completely destroy the wilderness, crush him into a meat, until this person No can no longer be rebuilt.

The desertichuan hopes that at this moment, he actually throws the wedge pill in his hand, just like Ge Wen, thrown a long gun!

The wedge pill was bounced by Hercules with the body. He completely gave up manual defense, and the defense will be done with its own treasure twelve trials.

The wedge pill passed from his chest, and then didn't enter the cement floor, but unfortunately it deviates from the position of Hercules's heart.

Washen is hoping, when the foot is also suspended in the air, it is not dead. It has begun to cross. It seems that he just wants to block Hercules in an instant to make millisecond levels, thus killing enemies.

But it seems that Hercules does not eat this set, and the wedge pill is blocked with the hard flesh and half-life. He violent, the ax sword in his hand took the ground.

At this moment, the desertation is actually jumping!

This is simply a driving behavior! Because he didn't have any means to shoot a hundred, the foggy feathers were already seen by Hercules, and they didn't work!

But his mouth is touched, it is a smile of victory.

He is waiting for this moment!

The force of lightning is surging on the blade, and the golden electric light is sprayed.

Barzi's thunder has played the biggest energy by unsatisfied, and the huge current is crazy in the body of Hercules, while paralyzing, it destroyed his muscles.

Washali is looking for, not to fight against Heraklaus's treasures, but to let Pakistan's thunder can touch him faster! Because the poison of the table, the poison remains in Hercules, so slow down his speed at certain extent.

Tempo shooting hundreds of people were forced to stop, and the body of Hercules turned down, raising a piece of dust, and it seems that even the earth is trembling.

The redness of the red is close to the black, like the sword of Da Mo Kris. The sharp sword blade runs through a strong body and breaks down the heart of Hercules.

Washali is looking into the knife handle, and it is not dead. He is buddy with the heart of Hercules.

A knife nine life.

But it is not yet finished.

If you don't die, you will repeatedly wear the heart of Heraklaus, and the force that does not die is the ultimate in the moment, until He Kraklaus again has no signs.

This is not the twelfth trial of Hercules. Instead, it has already played its role. This treasure tried to make Hercules reborn, but every time the resurgence is from the wounds caused by the unstead, it is repeatedly nine times, which ultimately leads to the death of Hercules.

This is a small detail that is expected to kill Hercules for the second time.

Although the historic pills have caused the death of Hercules, their utility did not disappear. It has been leaving in the body of this ancient Greek hero, although it is slightly, but it has also affected Hercules's actions.

After all, it is resistant to immunization.

So you can kill Hercules without death.

It is not dying, but by making the other party to death, although the resistance increases, it is better to expand its wound.

"Is this your knife?"

There is no sign, Hercules opens.

His eyes have faded down the crazy red, turned back to amber, some like gold, staring at the desertichuan on his body.

The negative impact brought by the Berserker pro-professional has resolved, which means that he will disappear, no longer being controlled by the Royal Control, and no longer have a threat to action.

"Not mine, simply, I was discovered from others, theft was found, and I also played with the owner of the knife." Washali looked down at the movements in his hand, staring at this Crossing the opponents who have failed with themselves.

"If you don't have this knife, you will die." Hercules said quietly, and there was no hatred that was killed, and did not be treated at the foot.

"Yes." Washal is expected. If he is not dead, he did not defeat Hercules.

"It's really happy, fight with you, I feel that I am fighting with a group of people."

"A group of people?" Washen is a little indisal.

"In your knife, there are many people's shadow, but only don't have yourself."

Washali is looking forward to talking.

Indeed, he has more than a lot of opponents. From their body, he has got a lot of battle memory, but these are all on the wolf, and they have nothing to do with the desert. His sword is inherited in the wolf, but not worked hard. Come.

"This battle, want you to forget, right?"

Looking noddress.

This battle is the most difficult time he has experienced, and how can I forget?

"But you will die." Hercules said, "These killed memories will continue to guide your nature and lead you to the abyss."

"Do you say my origin?"

When the Wanchuan is looking at this sentence, the brain is a picture of the wolf to the road to Sura.

The fire is burning, at the top of the Tianshuge, the young wolf killed his righteous father, won it unsatisfactory, and the arms of the arms will spread the fire.

If you say that your origin is "Shura", it is true that the picture of these and enemies will continue to affect him, let him go crazy.

Hercules did not speak, and the body turned into a broken spot gradually disappeared.

Washali hopes that they did not die, picked up wedge pills.

Once the origin is awake, there is no back to the road, but if you rely on the holy cup, maybe you have saved.

He walked in the depths and found the satellite.

This man sits silently on the wall and has lost their lives.

Although there is a spellful assistance, he is still in the death of the Berserker who is crazy to use magic.

This man is not used here.

The desertichuan is looking away, but it has found the cursing of the satellite.

There is also the last spell.

Washen is awkward.

It is unimaginable that this man is in the end of the pain that is forced to absorb magic without using the cursive of the self-sized.

How do he want to win?

Washali is looking for sigh, turned to the floor.

At the same time he left, the last painted spell on the sake of the satellite arm has quietly disappeared.