Duke of Grief

In this world, apart from giants, there are probably no creatures more suitable for becoming monks than dragons.

The monk can cultivate an energy called qi, but this energy is essentially ‘vitality’. In the world of Assatom, there was no such occupation as a monk.

Although legends and even extraordinary warriors can use life force crudely, but the culture is different, there is no culture similar to the eastern culture of the earth in this world, so naturally there will not be a profession of'monk' until one becomes a star After the wandering monk came to this world, the talents of this world realized the existence of Qi.

Juggernauts who do not have "enhance qi cut" nor "blade storm" can only output through flat cut, but when the first juggernaut learns how to use "qi", Assatom world has exported the highest occupation so far This was born.

In the world of Assatom, ‘Jiansheng’ is not only a profession, but also a title. If swordsmanship is not up to standard, it’s just ‘gas warrior’.

Cervantes has nothing to do with monks, because monks at least have to be "lawful." Cervantes sometimes does not know what he is doing or thinking about. How can a black dragon become a monk.

But he did learn how to use Qi with a monk, and he was a lawful and neutral monk. Although Cervantes was not a monk, he was able to use the monk’s combat skills and some skill.

His perception ability is not covered, but it is so, his face is still scratched.

Not a legendary rogue, but it should be almost the same!

Although it is unknown that the rogue did not cut his throat for the first time, is it to show off his skills?

Cervantes licked the blood on his hand, his eyes lingering in front of him. Although he knew that the wound was poisonous, this poison was of no use to him.

"It's stupid!"

The black dragon stomped his feet, and the people in the cave felt that the mountain was suddenly shaken, and the gravel fell from the top of the cave, hitting the people, making them scream in horror.

The shot was as fast as lightning, and the real dragon claws and daggers collided, creating a brilliant spark.

The muscles of the right leg are tight, the footboard taps on the ground, and the left foot is the center of the circle. The black arc traverses the sky. A light wind blows the smoke and dust in the cave and blows the oil lamp hanging on the wall of the cave.

Straight legs crossed the top of the old man's head in front of him, just'cut' the last hair on his head for him.

The one-eyed rogue dwarfed Cervantes' roundabout kick, holding a musket in his hand and pressing gently with his index finger.

boom!

The gunpowder is excited, and the powerful power pushes the projectile forward. The magic pattern on the projectile lights up one after another, and the red flashing light indicates the word "danger".

"Huh!"

boom!

The flames exploded, and the rogue had long disappeared. Cervantes patted the flame on the clothes, but it was unharmed.

The stunned people were startled by the sound of a fireball exploding, and then reacted.

"what--"

The person closest to the tunnel screamed, then turned and ran towards the tunnel.

But just after taking the first step of the tunnel, his whole body was divided into several parts, and the neatly cut pieces of meat fell on the ground with a click, and the blood immediately became red with the steel wire reflecting the cold light under the light.

Although it was only fleeting, many people saw it clearly, and the second man stopped and stood pale in front of the wire.

"Oh!"

The people behind were too crowded. A female stumbled under her feet, fell forward, and hit the man standing in front of the wire. The man had no time to turn around. The upper body was already shredded by the wire, and the body fell to the ground.

"...It's you!" The woman who knocked the man sat on the ground, but sharp criticism came from the crowd behind him: "You knocked him down! You killed him! It's you!"

"No! No...I didn't..."

The woman sitting on the ground shouted: "Who pushed me just now? It was that person! Not me!"

Looking at the two extra injuries on his arm, Black Dragon became irritated.

"Roar!"

The dragon roared hard into the ear, and the wanderer was lost for a moment, but that moment almost became the difference between life and death.

The close fist wind split the wanderer's wrinkled face, and at the next moment, the wanderer sank into the shadow again.

Without the yelling and clamor of those people, Cervantes could already hear the wandering footsteps of the wanderer.

call!

A fist swept backwards, the rogue was hit in the head, and then was swayed by the wind, and ‘shadows’ landed on the ground. Two true and false rogues appeared in front of the black dragon.

Suck-call!

The flames overflowing in the mouth indicate one of the dragons' most famous attacks!

The hot tongue licked the ground and the walls of the cave, and the flames rolled back, swallowing two'shadows' composed of the power of shadows.

The dagger that came from behind cut the dragon scale, but then nowhere to go.

The one-eyed rogue's face changed, his two daggers were cut on the back of the black dragon, and Cervantes grinned back after his body soared, and the bright yellow eyes flashed a dangerous light.

The wanderer's ankle was entangled with the dragon's tail, and the black dragon flicked his tail. The great power led the wanderer and threw him to the ground.

"Single Dragon Slayer? Or a rogue? Are you stupid?"

It's hard to break the defense. Cervantes can't understand how the wanderer thought of the idea of'Single Dragon Slaughter'. It's really stupid!

"Cough, not necessarily..."

Although he was stepped on by a black dragon, the one-eyed wanderer clearly had no idea of ​​‘giving up’, and he gently shook his right hand.

Cervantes glanced at the steel wire in close proximity, a smell of stench drifted into his nose.

"..."Dragon Poison"?" The black dragon suddenly realized.

Although it is known as a poison capable of slaughtering dragons, it is also an alchemy potion during the period of the Arcane Empire.

"You are here to deal with me?"

Although I do not know where this "dragon poison" came from, even Cervantes has only seen it in the inheritance memory, but since the "dragon poison" will be painted on these steel wires, then it can be confirmed that this The wanderer is here to deal with himself. Perhaps this strange cult is just a bait. After all, the dead fat man was just a magic stick, and he didn’t have half of the magic ornaments on his body.

You know, in this era, cultists want to go to the gallows!

No one dares to pretend to be a cultist, because once they are found, they lose their heads.

Among the people still alive in this cave, including the rogue under his feet, there are only thirteen people. After all, joining a cult is no good and it is easy to lose his head. If it is not really stupid, no one will join the cult.

"I want to know, how do you know that I will come here?"

Heilong asked in doubt: "I chose the target at random, how do you know I will come here?"

It is impossible for all cult strongholds in Wind City to be like this?

If this rogue has ‘Dragon Poison’ in his hand, it’s okay to say, is there at least one legend elsewhere waiting for himself? Or, someone from other places is holding the "Dragon Poison" and waiting to be delivered to the door?

"Eye of omniscience" knows everything under the crown-let me go now, otherwise you will hurry (dead)--"

The wanderer watched as the palm of his hand clenched, the wire had tightened, and blood had even oozed out of the black dragon, but he was the same!

He bowed his head slightly, his eyes blurred for a while, and saw that the black dragon's cracked legs were stained with crimson blood, and his throat seemed to be stuck. He stared at Cervantes' indifferent eyes, but I can't say a word anymore.

"The poison on the first knife is just to paralyze me. The real trick is here..."

Looking at the wanderer whose eyes had dimmed, Cervantes broke free of the wire, without the wanderer's control. The price he paid was only to make his body crack a few more wounds.

He took a deep breath, and his heart sank, mobilizing the ‘qi’ in his body, and with the powerful recovery of his body, the wound healed instantly.

Monk skills-[Qi Yun Dan Tian], [Vajra Body]!

The former healed his wounds~www.wuxiaspot.com~The latter made him innocent.

He glanced at the lingering wanderer again, and the black dragon smiled disdainfully.

"It's stupid not to be able to do it together with everything you do!"

‘Seth, are you okay? ’

‘There is a rogue whose strength is close to legend, but it has been solved by me. The principal here is a **** stick, that is to say, this is a fake cult! ’

‘I’ll check that omniscient eye afterwards, and dare to plan you, no matter who he is...’

‘He’s dead! ’

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