The Godsfall Chronicles

Shit.

Light enemies.

This kid looks thin and weak, I'm afraid he's not weak in power, he could be someone with the potential of a power evolutionist!

The cloud eagle has no real combat experience. For the first time, he fights people positively, but feels unprecedented coordination. He seems to be able to feel every muscle group activity, so that he can have perfect control over the details, so that he once felt precise, accurate and difficult to achieve. Now he can do it without any effort.

Is it really my body to be so flexible, so coordinated, so powerful, so responsive?

The cloudhawk didn't expect it to change so much, this month is like a bone change!

Boom!

Boom!

The eagle bounced on his stomach, the other kicked him in the chest quickly, a very nice two-time kick, and kept Tiram back in a row. He felt dizzy, and the nasal acid and hemorrhage erupted, and this series of raids almost completely knocked him out.

However, after a brief void, a sudden and strong sense of humiliation poured into my mind!

It's just a kid. How could I get beat up like this by a kid?

The cloudhawk just found the feeling and rhythm, who knew Tiram bear-like shouting, waved his fists regardless of everything, and came to the right chest. The cloudhawk felt struck by an iron hammer, and the whole man flew several meters across the ground.

“Cough...”

The eagle rolled twice on the ground in agony, finally realizing that mercenaries were mercenaries all day long, otherwise with the strength and strength of those mercenaries, how could he live today?

Not good!

The eagle did not have time to climb up, a chunky big hand held his leg, dragged it off the ground, single-handedly clamped a half circle, threw it out hard and hit a stake.

Boom!

The cloud eagle's skull was heavily struck on the stake, and he felt a dark spot almost fainted in front of him, and a lot of blood went into his orbit, making his field of vision turn into a gorilla red!

This is too heavy!

The cloud hawk felt that he was blind to Venus and could not even tell the north-east from the north-west. The blow to the chest was not light, almost making him unable to breathe. Perhaps even his ribs were broken, even to restore the evolutionary body was unbearable.

Tyram is obviously an evolutionary force, although evolutionary level is not high, but after the day after training, age, development, evolutionary level, all aspects are related, his power is more than twice that of a cloud hawk!

Tiram put away his light enemies, and he saw the eagle as his real opponent, smiling and watching the young man roll over the ground: “What's wrong? That's all you got! ”

People shouted.

“Stand up, stand up, stand up! ”

The eagle struggled a few times, got up very hard, shook its head hard, blurred its gaze to clear, eventually regained focus, and re-locked the person in front of it.

Both faces are covered in blood, and at this moment they confront each other as fiercely as the beasts who meet in the wilderness on narrow roads.

The surrounding cheers are getting louder and louder.

This teenager is not only stronger than imagined, but also tougher than imagined. Even after two such blows, he can climb out of the ground, which is not easy.

Tyram was obviously also slightly stunned, but it didn't interfere with the movement, this time he was going to take the initiative!

Fist straight into the door.

The eagle made a defensive move with his hands and flashed a slight kneeling in the corner of Tiram's mouth, which was simply an attack. When the eagle was ready for defense, he suddenly stepped forward with his arms closed and slammed him with his shoulders. The eagle instantly lost its balance.

Tiram moved extremely quickly, sweeping his right arm, the cloud eagle lost its center of gravity and was emptied. He jumped over his left hand and pressed his back, lifting it upside down, his head down, and a plunge of onion slammed to the ground.

If it really hit the ground.

The cervical vertebrae of a cloud hawk is 100 percent fractured!

Not good!

Danger!

A strong sense of crisis springs to mind.

The eagle felt the heat on his chest and his pupils were slightly reddish. He burst out of his body and suddenly escaped from his left arm. He hit Tiram hard with his elbow and let Tiram lean back. There was no way to pull back immediately.

The cloudhawk stood in the middle of the sky, flipping one by one, slipping his legs across Tyram's chest.

Tiram dropped the eagle before he fell.

The two struggled with each other at once, almost simultaneously falling to the ground, but the cloud eagle obviously fell heavier, like a bone scaffold, almost fainted.

It's a compliment in the pub!

This is amazing!

Everyone can see how dangerous the scene was just now. Even if the kid hesitates for half a second, he's probably dead.

Everyone has realized that this kid, despite his lack of experience, has a great sense of combat and instinctive acumen.

Tiram's big face swelled like he had been breathing, but Tiram was in very strong shape, which did not hinder him. The cloud eagle is in a state of good health, and it's not damaged at all.

The two climbed up at the same time while rushing towards each other.

Boom!

Eagle kicks Tyram in the leg!

Boom!

Tiram punches a cloud eagle!

The two people were completely out of proportion, their faces were twisted together with blood, and the cloudhawk technique was poor. After two moves, one arm was locked.

Pull hard.

Clicking lightly.

The Eagle's right arm is dislocated!

Instead of breaking the fighting spirit, this time the heartache burst into his heart, causing the cloud eagle to sweat directly. Instead, he provoked the fierceness in the bones of the cloud eagle. Despite the risk that his right arm would be completely torn off, he slammed a knee over Tyram's crotch.

This time it's really the right place.

Tyram shouted less than a human scream.

The cloudhawk stabbed Tyram in the eye with his fingers. This time, it was a real failure. The cloudhawk kicked him over and kicked him to the edge of the ring.

Tiram temporarily couldn't open his eyes, waving his arms like a bear to buy time.

Who knew that the cloud eagle, like a monkey, jumped up and lifted his leg, pulled his body suddenly out of balance, fell backwards, and the strong body fell under the stage.

The tavern is dead for seconds!

People screaming, another outbreak!

“rookie! ”

“rookie! ”

“rookie! ”

This is not a great battle, people imagine that plasma flying and brainless images do not appear, but it is a surprise battle, no one likes a half child won!

Although there is a lucky ingredient in it, it's a bit obvious to everyone.

This kid is afraid it's not that simple!

The cloud eagle gasped, he didn't even think to beat this dangerous guy, at this moment a swollen pig-headed face full of joy, didn't even know his hands had become so powerful.

When the cloud hawk's blue face swelled in front of his red nose, he said, "Where's my trunk? ”

“Meat jerky?” The red-nosed boss doesn't have a thick face anymore, his voice gets sharp and mean, "you ruined the show and you want to ask me for the reward? Get lost!”

“I deserve that!” The cloudhawk felt a fiery fire in his chest, it was no longer a matter of meat drying. He felt a great insult, so a bloody instant straight through his head: “Do you dare not?! ”

“How dare you ask me for favors?” The red-nosed boss is furious: “Blackie, screw him! ”

Black machetes split into eagles.

Reputation is a joke these days.

However, the cloudhawk never thought that these guys were so sick that they tried to kill him instead of paying the promised reward or even chopping him up!

Blackie was quick and rushed.

The eagle tried to avoid a knife, and then the blade swept across his back, causing a huge wound immediately. The hot and intense pain spread all over his body, and the wound bled like a fountain, immersing his clothes immediately.

“What do you think you are?” The red-nosed boss looked brutally shady: “A punk wants something from me, too? Keep your hands! ”

Everyone in the pub cheered as if they had seen an extra show.

“Okay!”

“Cut off his hand! ”

“Chop him up! ”

Black walked over with a knife and a few shouts surrounded him. The eagle's eyes were surrounded. There was only one thought left in his head - escape! Forget the meat dry!

The cloud hawk was already covered in blood, and he turned around and smashed a big man, trying to escape the tavern at full speed.

At this point, it was not known which alcoholic deliberately tripped him with his legs extended.

Dang!

The cloudhawk instantly lost balance, a broken wooden table was smashed, and the back wound was ripped open when he fell, and the intense pain was causing him to faint.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

“Chop him up, chop him up! ”

They were surrounded by mockery and malicious shouting, and people were only looking at the breeze to ignite, and no one came up to stop them, and no one came to dissuade them. Everyone's expression is twisted and twisted. In this crazy age, people's hearts are even crazier!

The old black knife splits.

The cloud hawk was so badly wounded that it was impossible to stand up. He never thought he would die here, and he died so stifled, when he almost closed his eyes and waited to die.

When!

A burst of gold and iron.

Blade crossing!

Sparks splashing!

The expected scene of blood spills did not appear.

The old black knife was stopped by a snowflake machete coming from the side. Incredibly, this man held a knife with no effort but stood up to a heavy split of old black power.

This saves the hawk's machete, about two feet long, shaped like a dog's leg, straight back, light-headed, skiy, shiny, cold light. He knows this knife. Isn't this a mad dog's knife?

The old black arm was seismic, the blade directly collapsed a large mouth, he didn't have time to see clearly, the other hand shook a sharp cold light, the old black felt a light wrist, the entire palm with a knife fell on the floor.

“Ah! Ah! ”

The old black black-sprayed broken hand screamed terribly, and the broken wrist was like the open faucet spraying blood continuously.

The mad dog lifted his leg and kicked it.

The ribs of the old black chest were all smashed into the counter like a shell, and bottles of alcohol were spilled all over the floor, leaving the liquor in the tavern with a strong smell of alcohol for several points.

The whole process just happened in a moment.

People stayed for a few seconds and shouted again!

“How could a mad dog be you?” Red nose shows anger and panic, he obviously knows the ugly black man in front of him shouting: “I'm not messing with you, what are you crazy about?! ”

“Hey hey hey...” mad dog vicious big face a wound twisting like a centipede, his voice is low and hoarse, “yellow spring mercenaries dare to bully, you don't want to fucking mix! ”

“Yellow Springs Mercenaries!” The red-nosed face gets ugly: “You mean this kid? I didn't know it was yours! But what about the five-rat meat? Here, I can't give it yet! ”

“Late! ”

The machete split.

The blade fell on the bodyguard of the tavern in front of him, cutting him from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, tearing his muscles, breaking his bones, the sound was creepy, basically cutting off half of his body.

Power is horrible!

Where are the bones split open?

It's like chopping up a decaying piece of wood!

Blood splashes, dirty organs, bloodstained mad dogs, that intense, bloody smell like hallucinogen, makes the look of mad dogs get more and more horrible, even a little crazy and intoxicating.

“Go, go, give me...! ”

The last word on the red nose has no outlet, because as soon as the extreme cold light sweeps across the neck, tearing the skin, tearing the muscles, tearing the blood vessels, tearing the bones, tearing the vocal cord esophagus, there is no resistance encountered throughout the process, the cold blade is like cutting a piece of tofu!

The whole world is spinning.

The eyes of the red nose were so big that they seemed surprised by the strange change of perspective that they were filled with endless fear and horror until they looked at the familiar, headless body.

The lights are still swinging in the pub.

Tavern music is still buzzing.

Blood sprayed from the body of the headless, like an open champagne cheering.

“Crazy dog gone mad! ”

“Kill him! ”

The bodyguard in the tavern knows the fame of the mad dog. If this guy starts a frenzy, the only way to stop it is to kill him, otherwise he will definitely kill him!

These people who can stand in the black flag camp are themselves the worst of the poor. No one is a fuel-saving lamp, machete, iron stick, dagger... all kinds of weapons are pulled out, all rushed to the mad dog!

The lights are swinging faster and faster, and the heavy metal music of rock 'n' roll seems to be coming to an end, and this feast is about to kick off!