The Dragon of Infinite Evolution

"boom!"

With the full blow of Blue Descartes hitting the knight commander's abdomen, this time his face was horribly distorted, as if he was suffering from unspeakable pain. Then, there was a bang!

Yes, it just burst open.

A quasi-legendary strong man, and a Paladin known for his defense, was directly bombarded by Lan Descartes' punch. His flesh and blood directly turned into light rain and sprinkled all over the ground. And Blue Descartes is like a great demon from the abyss, his eyes shoot out two blood lights, it looks terrifying.

The result of the battle for a while has come out. The monk and the priest have been seriously injured and fell to the ground, falling into a coma. The three young people of the Holy See are pale and panic. Their spirits have been completely shattered by the powerful Blue Descartes, and they, who reveal their nature, are not as good as some ordinary adventurers.

The three young men were still alive just now, and they looked arrogant and arrogant with an expression of compelling Lan Descartes, but now they all lost the temperament of a young talent. They looked at the tearer sitting alone in the center, with pleading expressions in their eyes.

"Hmph, it seems that I must do it myself."

In the next moment, a strong and brutal momentum rolled up and continued to rise on this man's body. His look was sullen and domineering, and his eyes showed cruelty.

"Boy, Lord Wordsworth will do it, you are dead!"

"Wow!"

Wordsworth's speed is extremely fast, his whole body is surging, and he is extremely pure. The blood-red vindictiveness that is almost substantive makes his skin even more weird, and he rushes directly at Blue Descartes.

His expression was extremely cold, his eyes did not fluctuate at all, as if he was just about to pinch an ant to death.

His speed was so fast that Lan Descartes didn't even have time to react, so he hit his chest with a punch, and all of a sudden he felt a huge force coming through!

"Click!"

Taking a few steps backwards suddenly, Lan Descartes felt very uncomfortable at the moment, his sternum broke several, and traces of blood gushed out of his mouth. At the moment when the blood escaped from the blood vessels, it turned into phantom energy and tried to escape, but was swallowed back by Blue Descartes in the first place.

Now is not the time to reveal his true identity, Lan Descartes is very clear.

It is indeed a strong man who can also rule the roost in the legend. Under the attack just now, half of Lan Descartes' body was numb. This is the first time he has suffered such a severe injury since he was born.

The strongest part of Blue Descartes is not physical power or magic power, but the ability to freely control magic and material transformation. In other words, when he needs melee combat, he can use his strong magic foundation to greatly strengthen his melee combat ability, and vice versa.

At this time, Lan Descartes's body has been strengthened to an extremely alarming level, whether it is impact resistance, speed, strength, resilience, muscle toughness, etc., it is extremely powerful, and has even surpassed many humanoid dragons.

But now, he was blown away by Wordsworth and looked very embarrassed.

"This kid dares to act fiercely in front of Lord Wordsworth, and there is a limit to his arrogance!" The young man dressed as a priest slowly spoke with a smile on his face.

He has always been very self-esteem, but tonight was actually frightened by an unknown young man from the mountains. This was undoubtedly a blow and insult to his heart. His self-esteem was completely unbearable and he was going crazy. Now, Lan Descartes is about to be bombarded by Wordsworth, how can he not get excited?

However, his face became gloomy again.

Because Lan Descartes stood up again, and there was a look of expectation on his face, and he didn't seem to be hurt too much.

There was a slight noise in Blue Descartes's body that others could not notice.

Blue Descartes' body is entirely composed of energy, but it appears in the form of matter at this moment. Since the essence is energy, there are no such concepts as "critical" and "serious injury" that ordinary people understand. If you are injured, you only need to slightly adjust the energy movement in your body, turn the injured part into energy, and then transform it into a normal material form.

In just a few seconds, Lan Descartes felt his injury healed seven or eighty-eight.

Wordsworth was also very surprised. He used nearly 80% of his power to punch him, and he didn't even kill this kid. It was indeed weird.

"To be honest, I have never seen a genius like you. If you hadn't joined the Nikko Society, I would really like to recruit you into the Bright Gang..."

"However," he said suddenly, "If you can surrender and declare allegiance to the Vatican Dawn, and take us to destroy your adoptive father and the Nikko Academy, I can consider interceding with several adults in the Vatican. Give you a way out!"

Hearing these words, the three young men stopped talking. They didn't want to let the boy who insulted them, but now it seems that only Wordsworth can beat the opponent, so they are also very helpless.

"Surrender?" Lan Descartes' pupils shrank slightly.

"Yes, this is your last chance. Otherwise, I will try my best and crush you directly!"

Wordsworth nodded, he was waiting for Lan Descartes to reply, and at the same time his body was constantly gaining momentum, which was a threatening temptation. If Lan Descartes disagrees, he will directly pinch this kid to death with the momentum of thunder.

Lan Descartes didn't speak, but there was a sneer on his face, his expression was disdainful, and he seemed to look down on Wordsworth.

"Idle kid!"

Wordsworth was angry and stopped trying to persuade and recruit the stranger.

With the sound of a sonic boom, his extreme speed was displayed again, and a **** color swayed in the hall, tearing the air, and also tearing everything blocking in front!

It was a fist mark just now, but now it is a claw position. Wordsworth's hands become like the claws of a beast, glowing with blood and evil spirits, and they slammed towards Blue Descartes.

"The same trick will not work for me a second time."

Lan Descartes was prepared this time, instead of being caught off guard like just now.

However, there is a gap that cannot be ignored in terms of speed. His body was bruised again, and a few superficial traces of flesh and blood were revealed on his body. The blood oozes out and is unusually red, but in the next second it seems to be alive. Retracted directly into the blood vessel.

In the end, he blocked Wordsworth's claw after all.

"boom!!!"

Fists and claws are fighting, and a surging sense of strength is revealed to the full. Both of them are strong and physically strong, so their frontal confrontation has a primitive beauty of violence.

"Come again!"

Lan Descartes yelled, there was an unusually comfortable feeling in his body, his blood was boiling, and his soul was restless.

It is the nature of a soldier who has been born to death through various battles to exchange injury for injury, fight for life with life, and not fear death. This kind of fist to the flesh, blood and blood, made his heart feel like he wants to fly out of his chest.

Really, it's so fun...

There is an old saying among the orcs, blood and fire are romance and glory exclusive to men!

The battle between the two at this moment is vividly reflecting this sentence.

"carry on!"

Lan Descartes shouted, his aura was extremely passionate, and he chose to take the initiative and blasted towards Wordsworth.

He is not afraid of death or injury. The resilience of this elemental body is already extremely strong. At this moment, he is entangled with Wordsworth in a life-threatening way. Not only is he bullying, he is also quickly consuming the opponent's energy. Physical strength and courage.

After all, although Wordsworth is strong, he doesn't have that terrible recovery ability. This resulted in Wordsworth being more powerful, but under the pressure of Blue Descartes, more and more flaws were exposed.

Wordsworth punched him twice and Lan Descartes desperately returned a punch, while Wordsworth kicked him twice, and Blue Descartes kicked him desperately. For Wordsworth, this was just a hard fight, but for Blue Descartes, it was fighting for life, fighting to death!

The whole hall is very dilapidated, about to collapse. Although Lan Descartes still maintains an uninjured appearance at this moment, the continuous high-intensity combat has also made his body's energy supply a little insufficient. Even the dragon skin light armor is broken in many places. It is conceivable that he has suffered. What a severe blow.

But his eyes are piercing and gleaming, and his half-length black hair is flying~www.wuxiahere.com~ like an unyielding young **** of war. And Wordsworth was also very embarrassed. He was bloodied all over, and there were still many wounds on his body. He was just a human, unlike Blue Descartes, who had an amazing healing speed.

Blue Descartes is not afraid to change injuries, and the body of the elements has strong vitality, and the injury recovers quickly, but Wordsworth can't bear it. Now he really can't hold this kind of death battle with you and my kick. Up.

"Get out of here!"

Finally, Wordsworth couldn't help it anymore, no longer entangled with him, and forced him back with a direct blow.

Next, he intends to directly use the strongest blow to directly determine the outcome. Otherwise, I am afraid he will really lose in the end!

"laugh!"

His breath is constantly strong, very flaming, his aura is firmly locked to Blue Descartes, his eyes are constantly bleeding, his strength is increasing, and he is undergoing a certain recovery.

Fearless, Lan Descartes charged up again, trying to pull him into his own attack rhythm. But things backfired and he failed.

"puff--"

There was a violent pain in his face, and his skin was twitching. Lan Descartes realized that he was hit hard by Wordsworth, who had become stronger again, as if he had been slammed by a dragon. The heavy attack hit him directly.

At this moment, Wordsworth’s blood was flowing around him, and he could no longer tell whether it was the color of his skin or the color of other energy. He stood coldly in the hall like a tyrant who ruled everything, cruel, violent, Bloodthirsty.

His face was extremely gloomy, this unknown young man actually forced himself to such a point, it really made his face dull, and at the same time his heart was filled with mighty killing intent.

"Fortunately, next, I will use my secret stunt to send you on the road!"