Cataclysmic Transformation

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After solving the headless corpse, Wharton sneered and approached Ron slowly with the **** sword.

"It's over!"

Ron groaned in his heart and closed his eyes. His final hole card had failed and there was no more power to resist Wharton. At this moment his mood was like falling from the peak to the bottom.

"Ok?"

At this time, Wharton's brows were slightly frowned, he boxed into the air, and suddenly flexed his fingers into the claws, grabbing to the side void.

"Who is attacking, get out!"

Wharton shouted while keeping his hands still, at this time, a figure in the air slowly appeared.

Ron had closed his eyes and was about to die. He opened her eyes when he heard that Catherine was here. I saw that she was lifted into the air by Wharton's neck, showing a painful expression on her face.

"Huh, an assassin, dare to attack Lao Tzu, and you are living impatiently!" Wharton sneered coldly.

"You--you let her go!" Ron was startled and angry when he saw Catherine caught by Wharton.

"Huh, I don't know what is alive and dead, you should take care of yourself!" Wharton said coldly, but his hands were not loose.

"let me go!"

Wharton's hand was tightly locked, and Catherine struggled desperately, but unfortunately, in front of the powerful Sanctuary beyond everything, she struggled in vain.

"Huh? What about Catherine?"

Juliana has been away from Caishibao for some time, when she turned back inadvertently, but found that Catherine around her had disappeared.

"Huh? It's strange that she was still here just now!" Elfa replied in a deep voice.

Juliana was frightened when she heard it.

"Don't"

She suddenly thought of something terrible. She gritted her teeth, turned her horse's head, and ran towards Caishibao.

"Big Sister"

Behind them came the exclamation of Elfa and Laughron, but Juliana seemed to not hear it, she ran all the way on her horse, and soon she walked away, throwing away the people of the Rebel Army of Ebia .

"How to do?"

The Abyssinian rebels looked at each other, and the eldest sister, who was the leader, left like this, without even confessing, and they didn't know what to do next.

"I worry about her, I go back to her"

Elfa gritted his teeth, and as soon as Rama rein chased him, he knew very well that the sanctuary was terrible. This might not come back as soon as he went.

But Elfa was still a little sure. He was Miz's grandson, and maybe the other party would give grandma a face.

As Elfa left, Laughron also made up his mind and said, "I will follow too!" Wan also followed up and left nearly 100,000 legions.

Juliana drove, and the look on her face became more and more anxious. She regretted it very much at the moment. Why? Why should I leave? Although leaving from the perspective of war is the most correct choice, but in this way, it hurts her sister's heart. Catherine's feelings for Ron are not unknown to her.

"Catherine, you must be fine"

Julianna rode on her horse, almost crying out loud, she desperately clenched her lips tightly, tears swirling in her eyes.

"Roar--"

Seeing that Catherine fell into Wharton ’s hands, Ron roared like an angry beast, strong @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html endured the pain of his body, his hand turned, the soul power surged madly, a bone The spear pierced violently. Knowing that it had no effect, he still shot back.

A slight grin appeared on Wharton's face, he liked the way his prey was struggling desperately, and no matter how he acted, his body burst into flames.

"boom--"

Ron's body was flicked and fell heavily to the ground, unable to climb for a long time.

With Ron covered in blood and desperately climbing up, Catherine's eyes flashed deep regrets. If it weren't for her, Ron had already returned to the Roland Empire, and he wouldn't fall like this.

"Ron Ron I'm sorry" Catherine opened her mouth slightly and spit out a hard sentence, her voice inaudible.

The voice was not loud, but Ron heard it, his eyes were red, and he whispered, "Catherine, I never blamed you!"

"Is it true?" Catherine grinned reluctantly. "Maybe maybe I'm really going to die. I must tell you before I die."

Because of being pinched by the neck, Catherine's words were intermittent and coughed from time to time.

"I like you," Catherine spit out at last with a voice like a gnat.

Ron's mind "boomed", and it became blank. He sat there blankly, as if he had lost consciousness. Before he died, he heard a beautiful confession of truth.

The encounter between the imperial capital and St. Paul, the affectionate encounter in the sewer, this scene after scene appeared like a movie in Ron's mind. For a time, Ron's tears filled his eyes.

"Oh, Ron, it's not that the girl is very affectionate to you!" Wharton smiled, and he gave Catherine a glance, "but one thing you are wrong, fell in love with a heresy, not A very good choice. "

"I don't regret it!" Catherine's pale face flushed, she grinned.

"Very, then, I will send you to **** together. What I can guarantee is that you will be buried together." Wharton's eyes are becoming more and more murderous.

Holding his hands tighter and tighter, Catherine felt breathless, a pretty face turned purple liver, and her consciousness gradually blurred.

"Release her!"

At this time, an old voice sounded, frightening Wharton who was murdering.

"Who?"

Wharton turned around and looked around, but didn't see a person. At this time, he saw Ron. Ron, who was seriously injured, fell up somehow, and a pair of cold eyes were staring at him coldly.

"It's you?"

Wharton glanced at Ron. He was surprised. It was n’t Ron why he could get up, but Ron, who felt it, was a little different than before, but what was different, he did n’t come up.

"Ron" was there quietly. On his body, the black soul power rose slowly, and the hoarse voice said again, "I! Let go of her"

"who are you?"

Wharton asked subconsciously, because he felt that Ron was like a different person, the same thin figure, but the childish face showed a little dignity.

Majesty, yes, Wharton is right. He actually saw majesty from the eyes of "Ron". This is a kind of temperament that only the superiors can have. It can never appear in a 17-year-old child.

"Ron" did not answer, because he used his actions to show what he wanted to do, and he started.

"Frost Nova!"

A frost nova emerged from his hand, and a layer of frost immediately condensed at the foot of Wharton, fixing his body at once.

Wharton was startled. At this moment, a sharp bone spear arrived at once, and the target was his eyes.

"Do not!"

Wharton whispered in his heart, no matter how arrogant he was, he didn't dare to joke about his key points, and he avoided the bone spear attack on the slight side of his head.

"risk!"

Because the distance between the two was too close, Wharton still had some palpitations. Although he could be treated by a priest for an eye injury, the pain was inevitable.

At this moment, he felt light in his hand, and the child in his hand had long disappeared.

With the opportunity of Wharton to dodge, "Ron" rescued Catherine, a "haze" flashed aside, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Catherine coughed a few times, barely smiling, and said, "Thank you, I'm fine, Ron, you saved me again!"

"Ron" smiled, without words, let go of her hand, and pointed in the other direction, beckoning her to leave.

Catherine nodded cleverly, her figure slowly faded, and disappeared directly into the air. She knew that she was also cumbersome to stay. She was very satisfied to help Ron.

Being able to save people from the powers of the Sanctuary, and directing at the key point, this mind and experience is very simple. Although the power is still the same, Wharton feels that he is fighting a dangerous person who has been through battle.

This feeling made him very uneasy.

"It's a weird feeling! You're not Ron, who the **** are you?" Wharton asked quietly.

It was Khomelin who controlled Ron ’s body. He felt that he had to take action. Admittedly, he admitted that even if he had a chance to defeat Wharton, the chances of defeating Wharton were slim, because the strength difference was too far.

Ron ’s current strength does not accommodate his powerful strength. Therefore, Khomelin can only desperately compress his own power to balance Ron ’s power as much as possible, otherwise Ron ’s body will definitely collapse.

However, the same power has been greatly different under the use of Khomelin.

Homelin did not answer his question, "Since you like **** so much, then go to **** and ask!"

Then, he lifted his hand, and a blue mist blasted towards Wharton, which is the Necromancer's proud skill-Death Coil.

Wharton sneered, "Big breath, I'll beat you to death, and then push you slowly"

A long sword waved, and a sword split the "death of death" in half, but the broken death was wrapped like a thousand hairs, and it was wrapped up again. Wharton frowned, and the flame of his body was shocked, and he wrapped all the death. Shock.

"Pediatrics!"

Wharton snorted, and his body flew out flat, slashing fiercely against Homelin.

"Oh! Come on!"

Khomelin smiled, his body turned into a mist, and disappeared directly, Wharton's long sword chopped empty.

"What about people?"

Wharton was so impressed that he saw that the person had disappeared. He was shocked, but he saw more than ten magic bullets suddenly appearing, frightening him, but the other party summoned more than ten skeleton magicians. , Caught him off guard.

"Boom"

The colored stone castle that has been destroyed and ignited again ignited war, the symphony of soldiers and iron, and the explosions fluctuated with each other. For a time, the two sides were inseparable.

Khomelin is like a professional conductor, the same undead magic, he came in handy, so fascinating, so that Ron with his soul in his body was dazzled and admired.

Wharton is getting more and more depressed. "Ron" is like a slippery loach in front of him. He can't reach him, but he is only beaten.

I do n’t know how much. In a humble corner of the battlefield of Caishibao, the headless corpse that was hit badly lay on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

This general pattern began to break inch by inch, exposing the dark white skin inside