Chapter 699 Then I Go?

Chapter 701 Then I go?

From the moment Donald and Bessie fought, Crowe and Morgas had also been fighting together.

Morgas was holding a big knife, and his already burly and huge body became even more ferocious after he transformed into an orc. The huge big knife slashed straight at Crowe, and the blade swung out, causing gusts of wind.

"Shaved circle."

Crowe stepped on the ground, and when Morgas swung the knife, his body disappeared, and a circle was drawn around him, appearing behind Morgas, and the wolf claws suddenly grabbed his back.

laugh!

Morgas' scales sparked, and there were several gaps on the scales.

call!

Morgas turned around suddenly, and slashed back with a knife.

Crowe lowered his figure and dodged the fierce knife. The strong wind blown by the blade blew the fur of Crowe's wolf head, and some hairs flew out.

The big knife that was cutting towards Crowe stopped in the middle, and saw Morgas turn his wrist, and the big knife slashed down.

Crowe bent his legs on the ground, and then exerted a strong force, quickly bouncing from the ground to the rear like a spring, avoiding Morgas' powerful and heavy knife.

"Land foot chaos."

The moment it popped up, Crowe kicked out a large number of blue slashes, impacting on Morgas, making a clanging sound.

"Are you tickling me?!"

Morgas smiled grimly: "This kind of attack is useless at all!"

With the slash from Crowe's foot, ordinary steel can be cut out, but on Morgas' body, there can only be white marks of scales.

Even with his domineering attacks, they only made a few gaps.

Defense. A bit exaggerated.

Crowe bowed slightly, with five fingers stretched out, sharp nails protruding in front of his fingers, exuding a cold glow.

"Then you can watch carefully, whether my attack is useful or not!"

Whoosh!

Footsteps left the ground, Crowe's body exploded, turned into a black light, and went straight to Morgas.

"Shave quickly!"

When Crowe rushed, Morgas showed a sly smile of success, holding the big knife with both hands, and slashed at the black light bursting.

call! !

The wind was rumbling, and the air rolled up by the blade almost formed an impact, which was split on the blade. The strength of this knife almost chopped the air into pieces.

At the moment when the blade was about to approach the black light, the black light folded upwards and refracted forward like a reflection of a mirror. Crowe jumped on top of Morgas' head, curled up with his hands crossed, and his wolf eyes were full of coldness.

"Inuaran!"

The body that jumped in the sky turned into a black light and descended, drawing an 'X'-shaped black mark on the top of Morgas' head.

This time's attack is full of domineering!

His power is definitely not as good as that of Morgas, especially in the human-beast form instead of the orc form, the power is even worse.

And Morgas seems to be the one with the best defense and strength, and there is no such thing as a head-to-head confrontation with him.

This person's speed is not as fast as his. Although he is well-informed and can respond in time, after a long time, he will eventually slack off.

As long as you maintain a high speed, you will never be cut by him.

According to the power of Mo Acceleration, it is obviously more important to fail once than to fail many times by Morgas.

If he slashed him, even if he was a domineering body protector, he would probably suffer a lot of injuries.

Then play on the tradition of their Kro line.

Their Clow series has always been superior in speed.

Of course, Crowe will not give up this traditional art.

At this moment, he felt that he was faster than Kuro, faster than General Yellow Ape, and the fastest man in the world.

The domineering attack drew two 'X' blood marks on the top of Morgas' head, which were not deep, but blood shed after all.

Crowe quickly passed over Morgas' head and landed behind him. Before he could turn around, his footsteps moved again, and he quickly dodged aside.

boom! !

At this time, the blade of the broadsword hit the position where he had landed, creating a pothole.

Morgas didn't know when he turned around and slashed at him. Seeing that the knife missed, his face darkened, "You are hiding in hiding like a little mouse!"

As he said that, he touched the top of his head, and the giant hand covered with scales was stained with some blood.

"Good job, you actually hurt me, but this level is not enough! If you get hit by me once, you are finished!"

His defensive power, general domineering can't do much damage.

This is what Morgas can be proud of.

The injury on the top of the head was like two cuts accidentally cut by a knife.

Just such an attack, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

Just as Crowe thought of winning with a speed advantage, Morgas thought similarly.

His speed is indeed not as fast as Crowe, but in terms of strength, he can match ten Crowe.

He can fail countless times, but this man who hides like a mouse can only fail once.

As long as he was slashed once, if he was injured, the speed of the next attack would not be so fast.

Just one shot is enough to decide the outcome.

At this time, Crowe maintained a charging squatting position and landed not far from Morgas. He raised his finger, looked at the blood stained on it, and smiled.

"Really, but that time, for you, will never exist."

As he spoke, he put his hand to his mouth, and his tongue was about to stick out.

"Mr. Crowe, let me help you!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed from the side of Morgas.

Sazier rushed over quickly, his fists tightened, and when he was still a little away from Morgas, he punched out.

"Nail Fist Straight Nail!"

The energy was like a column, and the energy of the forearm was shot out from the fist and went straight to Morgas' chest.

Then

Nothing happened.

Morgas looked down at his chest, then at Sazier who was not far away, and a '? '.

What is this man doing punching at such a long distance?

Sazier twitched the corners of his mouth and cupped his fists at Morgas, "Excuse me, you guys continue, I'll fight in another place."

"Annoying little fly!"

call!

Morgas raised his big knife and slashed at Sazier vertically.

Sazier only felt a numbness in his scalp, as if the middle of the top of his head was about to split. The strong sense of crisis made him subconsciously run in the direction of Crowe.

boom! !

The blade slashed down with a cold light, and just as Sazier started to move his legs, it fell dangerously close to his side. The blade hit the ground, bringing out a wave of air, blowing Sazier's body to the ground. Breaking away a little also made him run faster.

Sazier was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

its not right! This is unreasonable!

Mr. Crowe played him as if he were playing with a wooden stake. The other party seemed very clumsy. How could he get to his side, and he was almost chopped to death.

If it wasn't for the sudden sense of crisis just now, with the speed of that knife, he could have split himself in half!

Morgas' speed is slow, it depends on who.

There is a thing called relativity.

Observing with the naked eye, compared with Morgas, Crowe certainly seemed that Morgas moved slowly.

But his 'slow movement', not everyone can keep up.

"Don't come in the way! You are not qualified to deal with this kind of thing!" Crowe glared at Sazier.

"Then I go?" Sazir asked.