Duke of Grief

The string in Duke Flogat's head collapsed at once, and his eyes widened: "...Huh?"

He supported the table with his hands, slowly stood up from behind the desk, staring straight at the black dragon in front of him, his face full of shock.

"Hehe." Duke Flogat grinned his teeth and smiled distortedly. "Duke Cervantes, what did you say just now? I don't seem to hear it... can I say it again?"

The muscles on his face twitched involuntarily, and the blue muscles on his forehead kept beating.

The drops of sweat slipped from the temples to his chin, and he felt that he could not sustain the smile on his face.

Heilong looked at him coldly, without replying, or doing nothing, but sitting on a chair, looking at the noble in front of him arrogantly.

Duke Frogat took a deep breath, retracted his forward body, stood behind the desk, and looked down at the black dragon.

Tugging on his collar made his breathing smoother, and his hot head was slightly relieved.

He stood and the black dragon was sitting, but somehow, he now felt that the black dragon was taller than him.

A tremendous pressure is pressing the heart of the Duke of Flogat, making his breathing heavier and more rapid. It seems that if he does not do this, he will not be able to **** air into his lungs.

Looking at the Black Dragon angrily, the Duke of Flogat felt he was choking a little, slowly!

"Can't go on like this..."

"Master Ancestor, please do it..."

As soon as the words fell, a beam of sword light suddenly flashed before the eyes of Duke Frogat.

boom--

The wind that suddenly appeared in the room blew the Duke of Flogat's silk and clothes, and he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of light-the study had disappeared for the most part, and the sun shed from behind him, illuminating the front.

boom! boom! boom!

The roaring sound and the hot breath came from behind at the same time. The fat middle-aged man turned back and looked ‘outside’.

A line of fire and a black shadow fought in the air behind him, but the aftermath of their battle stirred up the clouds in the sky and made them flee.

"Roar!"

At the next moment, the roar of the dragon roared, causing Duke Flogat to cover his ears involuntarily, and at the same time screamed.

He put his hands down and saw that there were two more shades of red in his palm.

The Duke of Flogat froze for two seconds, and he looked up, but now the sky was stained with blood by the flames, just like the evening sun reflected in the sky.

Looking at the wonder, Duke Flogat's heart was shaking.

Legend, legend...

Legendary battle!

The wantonly scattered Longwei seemed to hit a big stone on his heart, and he almost couldn't help but fall to the ground. If it wasn't for a few steps back, the desk on the ground with only half of it behind him would support the body. Already paralyzed.

Duke Flogat stunned the sky. In the sky, Cervantes and a middle-aged man with white temples flashed by.

Black Dragon waved his wings behind him, rolled up a strong wind, and blasted the middle-aged man with flames in front of him.

The middle-aged man held a long sword and swung it down, splitting the flaming tornado that appeared in front of him.

call!

After the tornado was split, the black dragon that followed was revealed, and the black dragon punched a punch. The fist wind brushed the middle-aged man's robe, and several strands of his silk broke.

With a cold snort, the middle-aged man lifted the long sword and picked it up. The blade fell on Cervantes's arm. The sound of Jin Ge's symphony led the fist to the other side.

The boots under his feet attracted the magic power, driven by the will of the middle-aged man, stepped in one step, the air exploded, and the middle-aged man instantly appeared behind the black dragon and took a sword off.

Qiang!

Cervantes flicked the dragon's tail, flicking out the middle-aged man, and then flicked his left wing.

"Roar!"

The flaming dragon breath squirted out of his mouth and shot straight at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man clenched his long sword in his hand, his face cold, but with a gentle wave, the flames that struck in front of him disappeared.

The flames and the air of 氤氲 lingered outside, and the black dragon and the middle-aged man stood in the air, facing each other.

The middle-aged man stood with a sword and looked at the black dragon coldly.

"Cervantes Doig Wind of Sorrow,?" The middle-aged man snorted at Cervantes, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I'm saving the elves that were enslaved by you!" Black Dragon's answer was powerful.

"Then?" the middle-aged man asked.

"It's gone!" Heilong said coldly.

Middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, "But you just wanted to kill my children!"

"That was his own death!" Cervantes grinned, his eyes gleaming cruelly. "You should also hear that he can continue to live, which is my pity for him!"

"...Oh, it's a dragon!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and tried to suppress the sudden anger.

Anger can only reduce your judgment...

"In order to protect my children and grandchildren and my family, I will kill you!" The middle-aged man raised his sword and pointed to the black dragon.

"I don't care..." Cervantes tilted his head and grinned, "Anyway, you can't kill me!"

Two powerful momentums suddenly exploded in the air, and a set of light white armor appeared on the middle-aged man, and the sword in his hand also had a new look.

"I'm Charlie Flogat--" The middle-aged man glared at Cervantes, holding a long sword and grinning.

——!

The next moment, Charlie disappeared and disappeared before Cervantes.

The blade returned to its sheath, and the middle-aged man reappeared. He stood in the air behind the black dragon, looking at the black dragon's generous back, his eyes cold.

Flames tumbling between the dragon scales, licking the surrounding air~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Cervantes quietly looked sideways at Charlie Flogat who suddenly appeared behind him.

"Goodbye!"

Charlie Flogat said coldly.

Then, as soon as the sword light flashed, the sky seemed to be divided into two halves.

The disturbed cloud in front of the middle-aged man slowly divided into two, slowly tumbling towards both sides, a gust of wind rolled between them, and then quickly disappeared into the sky.

However, the wind that suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly was enough to divide the distant cloud into two.

A sword was pulled out, and it was quickly returned to the sheath. No sound came out.

However, at the moment when the sword was returned to the sheath, a roar suddenly exploded in the air, and the high temperature instantly steamed the water around Charlie Frogat, and the thick fog suddenly appeared beside him.

This is the truth of the "White Sword"!

The battle is not over...

The middle-aged man's brow furrowed, and he turned to look to the left, where the black dragon floated, his mouth wide open, showing a sarcastic smile.

"that's all?"

Heilong chuckled and asked, "That's all?"

"If this is the case, then..."

"It's my turn!"

Cervantes' voice suddenly appeared in his ear, and Charlie Flogat's eyes widened, his left arm was raised in a hurry, and his hand was raised to resist.

boom--

A huge roar appeared in the sky again, Cervantes waved his fist and slammed into the middle-aged man in front of him.

Without any fancy, without any skills, some, just strength!

Pure power!

A boxing pierced the air, crossed the voice, wrapped in flames and energy, with a black dragon arrogant laughter-

"Dead!"

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