Chapter 235

"as you wish!"

Sharpen suddenly moved, and the holy rank's fighting spirit erupted with full force, and the huge body suddenly appeared in front of Greg, the speed made people unable to react!

"Uranus: Hundreds of shapes and hits!"

Shapron's body shape changed again and again, and various beasts appeared, tigers, leopards, jackals, and even giant dragons!?

There were so many ways of attack that it was unclear, and the huge fists were overwhelming in an instant!

Every time his figure changes, he will change a kind of attack, and at the same time, the holy rank's fighting spirit will immediately cause waves, and it is impossible to resist!

As the inheritance of the orthodox black elf fighting technique, Sharpron has already mastered this martial art to the point of perfection.

This holy order even represents the essence of black elf fighting skills. Although there are many different types, they complement each other!

Being able to combine so many kinds of boxing techniques into one shows that Sharpron's strength is extraordinary, and he is worthy of the title of genius!

"Interesting, but still too tender..."

Gregory shook Jin Ling on his cane, and the almost terrifying magic power of the holy rank rose up, like flames burning on the old body!

The space in front of him faintly fluctuates, forming a dark vortex, slowly circulating.

All of Sharpron's fists were missed, as if he had entered another space, completely unable to harm Gregory.

"Wh...what's going on!? This is the rumored black hole?!"

The black vortex instantly approached Sharpron, causing his body to be twisted directly, as if being cut off by an unknown force.

"Ah ah ah ah ah! This...what is this!?"

Shapron screamed and screamed, and found that he was sucked and could hardly move!

The black whirlpool relentlessly swallowed Sharpron, blood splattered, and forcibly tore him into countless pieces...

"Unexpectedly, young people nowadays would only brag, and they didn't have any real talent..." Gregory said lightly, hammering his old waist with his hands.

Alice stared wide-eyed, looking at all this in shock

Spike...

One magic kills Sharpron in seconds!?

Even if the strength of taking drugs soars, it is not the opponent of this old man!

It seems that this Zijin adventurer didn't use his full strength, and he could easily kill someone who thought he was a Saint-Rank expert. How strong is this guy?

And the magic just now, I have never seen it before, what kind of magic has such a powerful effect...

Alice was speechless for a while and couldn't understand Gregory's moves. The intuitive feeling was that her opponent was destroyed by shaking the bell.

"Miss Alice! Are you okay?!" Seeing that there is no danger, Cecilia ran over to check Alice's injuries, and wanted to treat him.

"Leave me alone, go see Kyle, he was attacked just now." Alice said solemnly.

"Huh!?" Cecilia was dumbfounded, and hurried to treat Kyle first, looking very panicked.

"I didn't expect to meet Wrexham's female doll here. It's really something to be happy about..." Gregory said hoarsely, and the golden adventurer who glanced over Alice proved that he had some basic information.

"Girl doll..." Alice looked unnatural, but said politely, "You... hello..."

"You don't have to be so polite to talk to me. Although we are not a regional guild, we are still colleagues, otherwise I will not come to rescue you." Gregory said with a soft smile.

"Thanks...Thank you..." Alice responded awkwardly, trying to stand the pain and stand up.

"How about little Taylor? Since he became the president of Wrexham, it seems that I haven't seen him for a long time." Gregory asked curiously.

"President... he's fine..." Alice replied nervously, thinking little Taylor?!It is hard to imagine that this title belongs to our president.

"Really, help me go back and tell him, come and meet me in the capital when you have time." Gregory nodded and said.

"I will help convey..." Alice responded, slowly standing up.

"I have to go elsewhere. Goodbye, kind-hearted Wrexham doll, you are a different young man..."

Gregory waved his hand, leaning on the shepherd and leaving quietly, leaving only the reverberating bells.

"Um..." Alice frowned and looked into the distance, looking at the fragments of Sharpron's body on the ground.

"Master Winifred, let me take the squad to charge, and I will definitely tear a hole in the middle." Chapman's expression was stern, and he took the initiative to ask.

"People have to be self-aware. How many of you are going to die. If you sacrifice in vain, it is worthless." Milius said lightly. The rapier in his hand was carved with flowers and looked very beautiful.

"Milius is right. You stay away a little bit. This is our battle." Winifred said calmly, holding the blue gem-encrusted book in his hand, which looked like his weapon.

"Um..." Chapman was speechless, looking at the disgusting monster in front of him, he was indeed very weak, and going up with himself and other companions would only cause trouble to the thorn knights.

Shalan has become a monster, with sharp fangs and a body composed of pitch-black mud, slowly creeping on the ground.

If it wasn't for Saran's head to be exposed, others would definitely regard this huge flowing thing as a mud monster that had just crawled out of the sewer.

At this moment, Saran was more like a parasite, with his head on the monster's chest, which looked really strange.

The pitch-black mud monster is a highly aggregated body of dark elements. Every time you open your mouth, it will spray out black mist, with a strong stench and strong corrosiveness.

This mud monster is Sharan's strongest profound meaning "dark attachment", similar to a state blessing, allowing dark elements to breed on him, turning into an extremely powerful monster.

Not only is the offensive power super strong, even the defense is impressive, almost in a state of being indestructible, even if it can tear the mouth, it will heal quickly.

In addition to the excellent corrosion effect, Shalan is even more powerful, and all enemies close to her will slowly be corroded.

If you are unfortunately hit by Shalan, it will be even more miserable, and your whole body will be quickly eroded and turned into a pool of blood.

"What's the matter? Are you not the prestigious thorn knights? Is there only such a small degree of strength, too weak, hahaha..."

Shalan hid in the dark mud monster, triumphantly mocking the two thorn knights, feeling that their strength was too weak, and she was not at the same level as herself.

"Ha..." Milius grinned and said calmly, "Is that so smug? I really regard myself as an onion."

"Maybe she thinks she's sure to win, right?" Winifred shook his head.

"That said, the ugly monsters always feel good about themselves." Milius couldn't help but sarcastically, silently clenching the rapier in his hand.

"I feel good about myself? Funny~" Saran grinned and said with a big smile, "Can't you see our gap? You will be tortured to death by me slowly!"

Winifred frowned, feeling that the situation in front of him was a bit troublesome. The effect of his and Milius' attacks was limited, and if he procrastinated, there was absolutely no good fruit.

"I'm very sorry, I like to dance with beautiful ladies, but ugly..." Milius put on a duel posture, the standard court swordsmanship starting hand style, "Let's disappear quickly!"

"Hmph, wait for you to die, I hope you can still say this kind of thing!"

Sharan controlled the mud monster to shoot countless mud bombs at an extremely fast speed, like it was raining.

The mud bomb touched the ground and quickly began to corrode, hissing white smoke.

Milius was not a vegetarian either, and disappeared in a flash, quickly avoiding the attack.

"Winifred, let's go together!"

"Got it." Winifred nodded, opened the magic book in his hand, and the golden holy rank magic power suddenly burst out.

Milius instantly turned into a starlight dancer. His figure was vigorous and fast. He was obviously fighting, but he looked extremely gorgeous. People who didn't know he thought he was doing a musical.

The name of the predecessor, the most beautiful man in Great Britain, is indeed well-deserved.