Duke of Grief

Glancing at the shackles on his wrist, Cervantes' dragon head frowned.

The shackles on his hands and feet limited his muscle strength and bloodline strength. Even wanting to breathe the dragon breath takes a certain amount of time to brew. It can be really troublesome to only rely on weak strength and strength to fight.

Today, he is very fragile, as long as the soldier gives up the idea of ​​"killing him in a short time", he can exhaust his physical strength.

But he could not solve the warrior in a short time, just like monks and rangers-if they also gave up the idea, then he would be able to kill him soon.

It is a pity that it is too hasty!

Their fighting style is wide open, even the monks have no exquisite fighting skills, the typical Assatom style, in addition to some of the powerful people who have reached the realm, the average person-even the "legend" None of their fighting styles will be so subtle, so they will go blind after encountering the black dragon.

Used to use power instead of skill to fight...

Cervantes suddenly grinned and rushed past unexpectedly.

Even the soldiers were stunned for a while, but soon they reacted, and immediately raised the giant sword and cut across the waist.

Cervantes stopped suddenly, and the tip of the great sword nearly touched his waist and abdomen.

The strong wind that rolled up while wielding the great sword flicked the body of the black dragon. The soldier looked closely and saw the grinning smile on the face of the black dragon.

"drink!"

The warrior uttered a roar of war, his arms slammed and pulled the giant sword back.

Then he kicked the foot, crushed the ground under his feet, and launched a brave charge towards the enemy.

Seeing the sharp edge of the sword, Cervantes tapped lightly, avoiding the charge sideways, but saw the soldier turn his sword and slash.

With a playful smile, the black dragon pedaled on the ground and flipped backwards, feeling the excitement of the giant sword passing behind with a strong wind.

The metal and the scales rub against each other, and a brilliant spark bursts out in this evening sun.

After Cervantes lightly landed, another sound of wind breaking came from his ear. He threw forward again, and his body was parallel to the ground to avoid the warrior's vertical split again.

The sword fell to the ground, smashed the ground out of a pothole, and let the wet mud splash around. The soldier turned to look, but saw that the black dragon slammed the ground with his left hand, and his body rolled to the right. The handle dagger straightened up, leading the rogue from the shadow plane to the material plane.

After hitting the sky, the wanderer's wrist in the air flipped, and the dagger fell straight down on the black dragon's chest.

Cervantes lifted his foot and kicked it, but it was a sway. At the moment when the rogue's palm turned and his dagger was placed on his ankle, he threw his leg on the soldier's thigh and hooked the soldier's thigh with his heel. , The other leg bounced with his body.

With his left hand, he drew the dagger in the hands of the rogue, and his right hand also punched his chin.

The warrior released the hilt in his right hand, lifted his elbow and slammed into the left leg of the black dragon hooked on his thigh, but the thigh was suddenly kicked.

His pupils shrank, and the soldier saw the black dragon flex his left leg and hit his elbow with his knee.

He failed to cause any decent damage to the black dragon, but sent the black dragon out, only to watch the black dragon turn around in the air by that power and flew to the side of the rogue.

The left hand grabbing at the dagger grabbed the wrist, and the fist banged on the chin hit the face. Even the rogue could not react, and landed with Cervantes.

The black dragon landed on his feet, and the rogue was knocked to the ground again with a punch.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers were caught off guard, no, it shouldn't be like this!

His eyes suddenly turned red, and the soldier gave another roar: "Ah!!!"

His hands clenched the hilt, and then the giant sword drew a new moon in the air, and suddenly cut off as the soldier turned.

The black dragon rolled the wanderer's body in place, and the giant sword broke the wanderer's belly.

The rogue still had an unbelievable look on his face. His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly opened, and blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't react any more.

"Oh..."

After the body was divided into two halves, the rogue still did not die immediately, his throat was blocked by blood, and he couldn't say a word.

Cervantes stood up after rolling, throwing the upper body of the wanderer in his hand as a rag doll, and looked at the soldier with a smile.

"I said, you are too weak..."

The soldier's eyes suddenly turned red, a roar and a sword was pursued, but the black dragon escaped sideways, punched his chin, and then took four punches in just three seconds.

The rest of his energy penetrated into his head through the mask on the soldier's face. Cervantes snorted and turned away while the soldier was in a trance.

After two steps, the scales on the body surface disappeared, and the black dragon became human again.

The tattered suit hung on the body, and the moon that came to the sky quietly sprinkled the cold moonlight, and shone on the white skin of Cervantes through the hole in the clothes.

After a furious battle, he took a long breath and stretched his back to the soldier standing on the hillside.

Glancing at the shadow on the ground and watching the shadow on the ground suddenly burst, Cervantes showed a light smile and lifted his foot toward the hillside.

Heilong slowly walked to the dumb, still kneeling in front of the mage, saw the wound on his hand and raised his right hand, saw the narrow wound in his palm, and immediately understood what was going on.

"Oh, after this shackles connected us, it not only restricted my strength, but also'shared' the hurt!" Cervantes reached out and grabbed the shackles, but as he thought, grab It's empty.

Heilong asked with a smile: "This thing is very interesting, did you research it yourself? Or did you find it from the remains of the Arcane Empire?"

However, the mage did not react, and his body was still shaking, but he said nothing.

"Huh?" Cervantes opened the mage's mask in disbelief. Unexpectedly, he found the mark of "sword cut dragon head" on his face.

Throwing away the mask in his hand, Black Dragon looked at the brand thoughtfully.

"Don't come here! Don't come here!"

At this moment, the mage finally woke up, screaming, and fart crawling backwards.

But his hands and feet were soft, and Cervantes stepped on the ground without climbing far.

"Don't—no! You let me go, or I will commit suicide!"

After being stepped on the ground by the black dragon, the mage's brain calmed down and said something that surprised Cervantes: "I committed suicide and you can't live!"

Cervantes froze for a moment, and looked at the mage under his feet oddly, but he couldn't help being amused by him.

"Pooh hahaha! What do you say? Suicide?"

Heilong narrowed his eyes and asked with a smile: "You say it again, try again?"

Se Li Nei's Master's body shuddered, and he reacted at once.

"You can't kill me..."

After smiling enough, Cervantes smiled and said softly: "If you can kill me by suicide, you have already started, even if you don't want to do it, your associates will do it, don't you say this again? Joke, tell me, where is the headquarters of your Dragon Hunting Order?"

After hearing this question, the mage suddenly froze, and then his face changed drastically, "No, no, I... Ah! Ah-"

Cervantes jumped back suddenly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then his eyes narrowed.

The mage screamed terribly. His body was like a melting candle, slowly turning into a pool of viscous blood water. Even in the pool of blood water, the mage's face could be seen vaguely.

This chilling scene happened in front of Cervantes, but he stood on the spot and looked coldly, frowning.

The light on the surface of the shackles slowly disappeared as the mage melted, and finally became a set of ordinary shackles covered with rust on the surface.

After feeling the power slowly recovering, Cervantes tore off the shackles on his limbs and put them in the storage bag.

He was going to take the shackles back and let Serra and Ziegler take a look at what was famous in it.

and……

At last glance at the pool of blood, Cervantes turned away.

This time they may be in trouble!