Chapter 86: Blood type true (top)

Chapter 86 The True Type of the Blood Family (Part 1)
In the setting sun, somewhere in the snow, the black smoke of the monks pervades the surroundings.
Edda turned over and over, tumbling continuously in the air, and finally landed on the ground.
"Hey, you also saw the explosion just now, the people on both sides were blown up!"
"Not to mention that there is such a smog!" Looking at the thick black fog in the sky, she dissatisfied with the exquisite machete engraved with a beautiful pattern, shouting at the back:
"Can you not be so annoying, can we go back to each other?"
A figure flashed and drove the smoke around.
The family of the extremes, Simon Coleone emerged from the air, his face chilled.
"Okay," he said deeply. "But before that, one of us had to fall first."
The seemingly young blood family disappears instantly!
Edda groaned awkwardly, and the scimitar smashed out like a stream of water.
The blade collided with the claws.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! When!"
In a second, five sparks flashed in the air!
"You can't understand people!" Edda said with anger: "Isn't it just a turn on your head!"
The secret guards gracefully spin out, like stepping on a beautiful dance step, flashing off the offensive.
But the wind whispers, the blood family uses the absolute speed advantage to catch up with Edda's dreamy body.
"Turned over?"
"You have just insulted the dignity of a Marquis." Simon is full of killing faces, appearing in front of Edda: "Please cleanse this shame with blood."
Edda sighed.
"It turned out to be an honor, a dignity, or something, and a lot of nonsense paranoia." She pinched her neck and moved her body joints. She said helplessly: "Okay, in my experience, I have to take you." Let's get rid of it first."
Simon's eyes radiated anger: "Oh, it seems that you have a hard time understanding this attachment, woman."
"There is no dignity of the strong, no pride of the strong, and the attachment of the strong - how did you become a polar world?"
"Let's talk nonsense," Edda spit out under the cloak, throwing the scimitar toward the sky, and unwittingly catching it with the other hand:
"Come out your ‘true type’, a little boy.

Edda chuckled.
Simon's face changed, ignoring the "small boy" in the other party's mouth.
"Do you know the ‘true type’ of the blood family?

The seemingly young bloodline count is cold and cold: "It seems that you have met the blood of the extremes before."

Hey, it’s not accurate,
Edda raised the delicate scimitar and bent his lips confidently:
"Detailed words."
"I, slaughtered the blood races of the extremes."
The door of the gate was shrunk.
Edda blew a whistle and continued to laugh:

It’s still a 'true’ state.

"Two."
The voice just fell.
Simon screamed, and the two claws instantly burst into countless afterimages, blocking every direction of Edda!
"dead!"
In the hands of the naked eye, the metal and the claws collided!
Then they gathered into a huge noise.
"boom!"
With the glare of the flash of light.
Edda was sullen, and Simon was screaming in pain.
The two figures were separated in the air and landed on the ground.
"It is actually the blade of the prayer of the sunset goddess." The facade of the game is cold, watching his own claws, is "squeaking" white smoke.
It is like burning.
He clenched his fists, the blood of his body gathered his hands, the old skin fell off, the new meat regenerated, and the injury was quickly repaired.
Simon immediately raised his head and looked at the opposite side.
There, Edda covered his head and the cloak had fallen off the middle.
Showing her full picture.
Simon saw her look and was shocked!
He first glimpsed and then laughed.
"I said, how can short-lived species have such a master."
"It turns out that you are not human at all."
The young blood family looks at Edda.
Looking at her tight face, smooth silhouette, silver pupil, almost bright white hair, and a pair of slightly swaying ears.
Edda looked back at him coldly.
Simon's hands were reshaped and turned into sharp claws that were sharper than the weapon of the gods.
"You are neither a short-lived species nor a long-lived species."
He showed a sly smile, but his heart was very jealous:
"You are an eternal life."
"Elves."

In the smoky jungle, a voice is calling him.
That is his teacher.
"Be careful, Wyah... be careful."
"The power of your end is not the classic power that has been tested by predecessors in the long river of time - it is a product of modern times, and its appearance is even less than a hundred years."
"After an unfortunate rebellion, the Tower of the End has a new enemy."
"The inheritors realize that to fight against this kind of enemy, we must innovate our strength, innovate us from the Northland swordsmanship, carry forward the inheritance from the Cavaliers, and embrace the fighting techniques of Nida, Red Earth, and the Far Eastern, and finally become a great success. The end of the battle - the power of the end."
"So for centuries, under the tireless study of generations of inheritors, the end of the new kind came into being."
"The power you have is the product of this innovation..."
"Compared to the melting of glaciers, the smashing of swords, the glory of stars, and the music of heaven and horses, these thousands of years have passed, and the power of the end of the name is far from perfect. What it will bring to the owner is not well known.

"But just four hundred years ago, the "Sword of the Holy One" in the Far East, You Nie Ruo said: Even if there are 10,000 kinds of changes, it is inseparable from the origin of the sword..."
"Your strength is the same."
Wyatt Casso, slamming his eyes!
He instinctively earned from the snow.
He was bleeding on his forehead, watching the smoke of the sky, the trees that did not distinguish things, and shivering his head.
Not far from him, a figure climbed up on the snow and swiftly rushed to him!
Wye subconsciously touched the one-sided straight-edged sword on the side of her body. She turned back to be a sword, and opened a claw with a hard life!
"Hey!" The swordsman intersected and the sparks splashed.
Under the huge impact, Wye took a few steps back and took all the effort to grasp the balance.
"As a short breed, you are strong."
The male man with the broken armor smiled and the left hand began to form a claw: "But we are not the family of the Westland."
As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared into sight.
Wyatt’s pupils shrank and recalled Putil’s reminder, forcing the urge to evade and prejudge the other’s next attack.
I want to prejudge the opponent's position, where is the attack more deadly?
If he really attacks from this position, how can I deal with it?
"It's really rare," the family's fascinating laughter came from the void:
"This kind of age, this skill has the power to end - are you one of the 'seeds' of the terminal?"
Wye’s heart moved.
The claws of the blood family appear from the left side of his throat.
felt it!
Wye, who had been prepared for a long time, didn't want to, and the Straight Blade sword waved out from a perfect angle.
Put a pair of arms on the blood.
Successful!
But just in the moment when Wye was in a good mood, she only felt her left shoulder to the left chest, and it was cool.
"laugh!"
Wyatt went back three steps in an incredible way, and the pain came from the body on the left!
impossible.
Wye bit his teeth and looked at the large amount of blood from his left shoulder to the left rib, as well as the scratch of the bone.
I obviously got his arm in it!
Wyah was dizzy, shaking and taking a step back, holding a birch in her left hand, but touching the left side of the wound, hurting him cold sweat.
"Good response, but the short-lived species around you didn't teach you," the figure reappeared in front of him, licking the blood on his right paw, and smirking: "The blood family above the super-order, Each has its own special abilities."
"How... is the 'seed' of the end of the tower, not ready to face the ability of the blood family?"
Special ability?
Wye looked at each other's good arms and sighed: vampire.
So can I ignore my sniper?
"Do you want to know my ability?" The family looked at the wheezing Wye, confidently curling up the corners of her mouth.
Wyatt frowned.
What is it... what kind of ability?
"Then I will tell... hahahaha..."
After half of the words, I suddenly laughed happily:
"...how can I tell you!"
"Do you think I am a villain in the knight's novel? A bunch of nonsense, but also explain my battle for you..."
But the word "battle" has not been finished yet, and the claws of the blood family have come to the fore again!
Damn it!
He said so much to draw my attention!
"Hey - pull!"
Wye screamed with a sword, but because the start was slow, she was torn apart by the blood family from the back!
Wyah panted, his sword went to the head of the blood family, but only the air.
What is his ability?
Why can I ignore my swordsmanship!
"The last blow," the blood family once again showed its figure, cold and cold: "The next time, it is the last blow."
Feeling the pain in his body, Wyatt closed her eyes with difficulty.

"You don't go back and see?"
Chris pulled off a piece of ruined clothing, revealing the skinny appearance of the dead, completely inconsistent with the muscles of the knot, looking at the smog of the sky, coldly facing the front of the road.
"No, the alchemy ball dominated by smoke and sound and light," Nesta dismissed the left shoulder armor that had shattered in the battle, replied with enthusiasm:
"I want to know, it’s what your master is playing."
"But I am very confident about my Majesty."
"In contrast, I am more worried about you, old friend." Hasta took a step forward and looked at Chris.
"I'm honored." Chris did not show any weakness.
The two stood face to face.
After a few seconds.

Remember the first time we were against the enemy?
Hasta said with emotion.
"Of course, how can I forget." Chris replied coldly.
"Yeah, at that time, you were a deputy general of the final empire, Kristamur Linka." Hasta took a deep breath: "And I, the little chief of the Kieseri tribe, Hayes Tower Chula."
"You are on the other side, and I am standing on this side. For some unreasonable reasons, I am facing each other, ignoring life and death, and desperately charging."
"It's really nostalgic." Hasta said with emotion.
"Nostalgia?"
Chris shook his head and snorted:
"It is difficult to agree."
"The nightmare years... changed everyone, including you and me, including your majesty."
Hasta knows that Chris’s
Your Majesty
is not Catherine, nor Selena.
It was a huge and terrifying shadow under the night wing.
He looked up and the two men collided.
"But those years, after all, make sense." Hasta sighed:
"Those who are in the end of the battle."
At the next moment, the two men opened their mouths at the same time and screamed out loud!
The flesh and blood are discolored, deformed, and smashed in expansion!
A huge batwing with a sharp spur and a broken skin from the back.
Squeeze out!
The skin on the body, the pieces fall off, and the muscles under the skin form a hard cortex, which becomes dark and dark.
The two quickly deformed - no, they "grow".
The auricle is towering.
Mouth and nose.
The eyes are red.
Tooth decay is terrible.
The bone joint is thorny.
Fingers sharp.
Two extreme blood races that have gone through countless years, avatars in the legendary horror monsters, bat wings, and rushing toward each other.
Parents forced a blind date without a sword... I am going crazy!
I don't thank the book friends who have won the rewards.
If you want to follow the book behind the scenes, close friends, 1) come to the group to play for you, or 2) leave a message in the book review area, interact with my arrogant shadow (the tyrant Hengqiang), or Yes 3) Look at the work, and the message in the book review area plays a crucial role!
That's right, this chapter is paying tribute to "The Legend of the Night 2".
There are also eggs of dota2.
(End of this chapter)