Apocalypse Summoner

The Dark Summoner of the End of the World 860_The Dark Summoner of the End of the World is free to read _ The Eighty-sixth Chapter of the Gods

Yang An was so angry that three corpses smashed seven cigarettes, and a steel tooth was about to be broken by violent anger!

why!

Why is it always at this moment that the group of dog hybrid wolves are going to run into the cave!

They will die in the next few dozen minutes!

Yang An's face is stunned, his eyes are turned black, and he has completely blackened and gone!

The blackened version of the violent Yang An, the body of the king who is rising up is so full of extremes!

His blond hair was upside down, under the guise of the golden king's tyrant...

He is like a super Saiyan!

"Dead and die! You all want to die! I want you to destroy the family, not to leave the grass, I want all of your werewolves not to die!"

Just like the fire of the sky, the black eyes of Yang An roared, the voice, just like the deafening sound of a dragon scream!

Dozens of wolf howlings were actually overwhelmed by the sound of Yang An’s dragons!

Dozens of werewolves who rushed outside were silent...

They seem to be afraid...

But soon, they made a more mournful and bleak roar, and they contend with Yang An!

Werewolf is the race that must be reported!

Yang An has killed their people in succession, and they have no reason to avenge themselves?

In any case, Yang An is also buried for this!

"嗖嗖嗖"

Dozens of werewolves are running wild in the rain, and dozens of golden wolf smokes are as bright as a light bulb in the night...

After a while, they all stepped on the rain. Suddenly appeared in front of the hole, every werewolf licked his mouth, his throat was low, and he looked at Yang Anhu, and his eyes shot endless murderousness, as if to completely smash Yang An into pieces!

"Good! Are you finally here... I have been waiting for you for a long time, I have to do it once and for all. And you...have come back!"

Yang An, a pair of tigers, glanced at the group of wolves with different heights. The same scorpion shot the anger and killing of the mountains and the sea, and even let the dozens of werewolves fear. I dare not look at it with Yang An!

As the wolf king of the head, the height is actually three meters, and the muscles are so scary. A pair of wolf ears are jagged, much larger than the human palm, and the name is the real ear!

It opened its mouth and opened a step toward Yang An!

"嗷呜-"

"Call you paralyzed! Wait, I will tear your mouth in half!"

Yang An has been stunned by the fire of the monkey wine, and the anger that can't be suppressed is burning the blood in his body.

"call--"

Yang An’s arrogance on the body’s surface has once again smashed a big sigh, lining up Yang’s like the reincarnation of the sun god!

"Roar--"

The Werewolf King worried that Yang An’s momentum would rise higher and higher, and immediately roared and led dozens of werewolves. Like an avalanche, the momentum is rushing toward Yang'an, it seems that Yang An is drowning in the sea of ​​claws!

"dead!"

Yang An kicked the foreman in front of him and kicked his chest to the next footprint, accompanied by a slight "squeaky" sound. It seems that the sternum has been cracked by Yang An!

Under the impact of Yang An’s giant force, the werewolf actually flew out to the back, and then ran into a werewolf, and even rolled the dog together...

Fighting, it started!

Countless claws, countless punches...folding together and overlapping. Let the rain that came down from the sky change the trajectory for it...

"唰"

A wolf claw claw left a blood mark on Yang's back, but it was Yang An's horror anger. He could fly a werewolf to a dozen meters away. The injury is quite heavy, at least ten minutes to regain the power of re-war!

Blood splashes, the sound of bone breaks is endless...

These werewolves should be regarded as the lowest level of werewolves. There is no IQ, nor can they use the power of darkness as in the legend of Europe. They are not soaring as they are, but they are humanoid creatures evolved from wolves... Probably, should it be the wolf orc in the Western fantasy?

Their strength is probably equivalent to the first-class high-order red-top beetle, and the werewolf king is equivalent to the second-order low-order dragon.

If it was in the past, Yang An could wave them all into flying ash...

But now, Yang’s power has been banned for the vast majority. Even with the tyranny of the king and the extreme anger, he is only able to tie the group with the werewolves...

What's more, Yang An has to guard the entrance to the cave. There is no way to move around. It is like a wooden pile and passively beaten...

Why is Yang An not moving?

Because as soon as he left the cave entrance, the gangsters might sneak into the cave and poison Li Jiayu...

Therefore, in order to protect Li Jiayu, Yang An, who is infatuated, is suffering from the anger of dozens of werewolves!

"嘭"

Yang An gave a wolf's head to the sun with a fist!

"唰啦"

Yang An took the arms of a werewolf, and Huoran opened the bow around, and even tore the arms of the werewolf hard!

however……

No matter how heroic Yang An is, he is still a person after all. The so-called double-fighting and hard-fighting four hands, Yang An is inevitably hanging under the attack of the werewolf...

Blood, already full of Yang's body, many wounds are deep visible bones, full length of ten centimeters!

But Yang An still bite his teeth and refuses to give up!

"You... all will die!"

Yang An is like a beast that is injured. He roars in the sky, and the blackening becomes more and more thorough. The black light from the eyelids is darker and darker than the night, and a handsome face is distorted. !

however……

The extreme anger has once again given Yang An a powerful and abundant power!

The pride of the sky, you can easily fall. The pride of the sky will only be more and more brave!

"嘭"

The golden king's tyrants, once again shrouded Yang An, boasting a strong whirlwind, blowing the raindrops within three meters of the circle into water...

Among the werewolves, only a dozen or so are still alive, and they are more or less injured. Even the Werewolf King was abandoned by Yang An with a paw...

"Roar--"

The time for a win and a loss has arrived, and both sides have been forced to a dead end, and one party must fall down completely. Can stop here!

More than a dozen of the only remaining werewolves rushed up, giving up the strength of breastfeeding, recruiting and killing. I vowed to tear Yang An into pieces, but Yang An, who was bruised and bruised, was not afraid. He directly collided with the group of werewolves. The black light in his shackles and the golden glow of the body became more and more intense!

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!"

It’s like knocking on a boring drum...

Yang's fists, one by one from the body of the werewolf, the power has risen a lot, it is easy to completely break the wolf's sternum, and even penetrate directly from the wolf's abdomen, destroy the internal organs. And Yang An swept out of his feet, and even the werewolf flew directly for twenty or thirty meters, and the waist was swept away!

However, the wolves have added more wounds to Yang An...

After a while...

In the midst of the scene, only Yang An and the Werewolf King are breathing in the air...

"Whirring whirring……"

Half an hour of combat. It is almost necessary to drain the remaining strength and energy of Yang An. If it is not supported by a strong will and the desire of the monkey wine, I am afraid that Yang An will be difficult to stand up...

The opposite of the Werewolf King did not go anywhere. Not only was an arm abolished early, but even the chest was sunken. Obviously, Yang’s dozens of fierce fists were just smashed. The entire chest is about to burst!

"Roar--"

The Werewolf King looked at the body of the werewolf in the land, and he did not want to live. After making a sorrow, he rushed toward Yang Anyu’s stone and seemed to want to go with Yang An!

Yang An, who is almost reaching the limit, has a faint gaze, and between the electric and the Flint, he slams again and slams into the wolf king's chest!

"puff"

The wolf king's chest was pierced by Yang's fist, and the blood was mad. Yang's fist actually came out from its back, but saw it in the palm of his hand, holding a beating heart tightly!

Dead, the Werewolf King is finally dead!

however……

At the moment when the Werewolf King is about to die, the only one paw is also a **** mark on Yang’s blood-filled tyrant.

"Well……"

Yang An threw away the heart of the werewolf and painfully caught the dragon in the lower body. His face was full of pain.

"Damn... this stupid werewolf, I will take me to the funeral when I die, but I will hurt my **** silver gun..."

Although the wound is not very deep, Yang An’s tyrannosaurus is also extremely sensitive. This has caused blood and scratched such a long wound, and naturally it slowly subsided...

"No... don't get soft, I have to go back to the cave and the goddess once..."

Yang An, who was covered in scars, sneaked back into the cave. At this time, there were more than a hundred wounds on his body, almost all of them became blood, and each muscle was split, and it was terrible...

He climbed to Li Jiayu and reached out to pull Li Jiayu's trousers, then pressed it up and forced **** of Li Jiayu...

However, the next moment, Yang An was stunned...

Because his tyrants have completely softened...

Originally, there was a thirty-five centimeter horror silver gun, which has now shrunk into a worm that is only ten centimeters long, wrinkled into a ball, and the sponge is languid...

For a moment, Yang An was messed up...

He smiled and sighed...

The next moment, Yang An rubbed his forehead and burst into tears.

why……

Clearly, all the werewolves have been defeated...

But why is it that at the end, his baby rifle was hurt by the werewolf, so that he missed the great opportunity to infringe Li Jiayu...

Is this what God is destined for?

Yang An, who was covered in wounds, was born by heart, shaking and smashing the wine gourd...

Then, half a bottle of monkey wine was drunk, and then Yang An was drunk...

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