I Am the Fifth of the Four Demon Kings

　　 Raj and the young man's palms didn't hold up for long, and they each took a step back.

　　 After that, the young man looked at Raj, who might attack at any time, and was a little nervous. It was obvious that this was the first time that he applied the power of the demon blood to actual combat.

　　 In contrast, Captain Raj's expression was much easier, because he felt that this battle would be won by himself.

　　 The opponent obviously doesn't have much actual combat experience, and he hasn't fully mastered all his power. He is a young boy, and his combat experience is much worse than him.

　　 As an experienced saint, neither the use of magic nor the understanding of magic distribution can be compared to a teenager.

　　 With confidence, Raj’s big sword has continued to be cut at the young man’s head.

　　 And the knights saw that the level of the young man was similar to that of the leader, they all thought that their leader had won, and couldn't help but cheer for him.

　　 "Come on, head! We humans must never lose to these guys who sell their souls to the demons!"

　　 "Haha! Such a guy who is not a man or a ghost, I am afraid that the demons will not accept them, right?"

　　 "That's right! The leader should chop off this monster's head as soon as possible!"

　　 The bishop on the side saw the reaction of these people and snorted softly, his expression mocking.

　　 Lu Ming, who was standing at the back, shook his head constantly, thinking that Raj thought that the juvenile level was about the same as himself, so he could take him down, fearing that he was not dreaming.

　　What does he consider the physique of the demons? Is that boy really a normal human body?

　　The so-called demons are races whose physical talents are far stronger than that of humans. Otherwise, why would humans use their blood to explode and die with such a high probability.

　　 is because with the fragile torso of humans, it is impossible to withstand the powerful body of the demon.

The bodies of their demons, in addition to their cultivation talents, are second only to dragons in combat ability, and second in the entire continent. Below the same level, even orcs can't beat them, not to mention humans without any talent. Now, against a demons of the same level, it is basically going to be crushed.

　　 And what the young man inherited at this moment is the blood of the purebred demon race. Although it is only a trace, it is also the purebred demon race. It can be said that it has inherited all the physical talents of the demon race.

　　 He has the power that is not overwhelming the orcs, the agility that is no different from the elves, and the magic power that is much higher than the same level, even the purity of the magic power is much stronger, what will Jela use to fight him?

　　 Even if you want to rely on experience to win, it must be based on equal strength, but at this moment, the boy who has turned into a demon is obviously not at level 120.

　　 If you really want to say something, few humans below level 150 can beat him.

　　 Soon, the battle on the field confirmed Lu Ming's idea.

I saw that when facing Raj’s sword, the young man was not at all empty, reaching out his hand and resisting it with magical power. Not only that, but he was able to hit back with a punch in an instant, so that Raj was completely beaten. The power to fight back.

The leader of the Holy Light Knights in the field, Raje, is really hard to tell at this moment. He did not expect that the strength of the opponent is so strong. He is obviously about the same level as him, but facing him, he is facing a one-hundred-fourth. Like an old monster of more than ten levels.

　　 Obviously, the opponent's strength has half-footed into the level of a veteran sage, that is, after level 150.

His own sword energy slashed on the opponent's body, completely defended by the opponent's black method, and couldn't cause any harm at all, but his own magic power could not resist the opponent's fist, and he accidentally took a blow from the front. The blood in the body is constantly surging.

The opponent's strength is also great, so that he can only temporarily avoid the edge, but the young man's skill is still very agile, and he can always be seized if he is not paying attention. He has no temper at all, so he can face the knights. Cheering can only be reported with a wry smile.

　　 It seems that he is going to lose this battle.

　　 The knights on the sidelines also seemed to see that the situation was wrong. Facing Raj, who had already fallen into the wind, they gradually became silent.

With a "bang", as the teenager unexpectedly kicked Raj’s chest, the head of the group flew straight to the wall of the dungeon like a kite with a broken line and hit it hard. Several cracks were smashed into the walls of the entire dungeon.

　　 "Puff!"

　 　 Raj uncontrollably spit out a mouthful of blood. He stood up tenaciously and touched his chest, which had several broken ribs. He knew that he could not move.

　　 In a blink of an eye, he saw a nearby dungeon that had been ruined by him and the boy. He shook his head and hit it again. This dungeon was probably unbearable.

　　 Fortunately, this is not a battle between two veteran saints. Otherwise, let alone the dungeon below, it is estimated that the entire church hall above will be lifted off.

　　 Looking at the expectant glances from the members of the Knights, he couldn't help sighing again.

　　 Although he didn't want to admit defeat, he knew that if he continued to fight, he would only die, but he couldn't die yet. After knowing that he couldn't beat the teenager, he deliberately left a little magic power out.

　　 is to give them a sneak attack before the other party is not paying attention, not to kill the other party, but to delay a little time.

　　 He hasn't forgotten that he still has a mission to **** the brave out safely.

"I lost……"

　　 Finally, Raj said this sentence with a bitter mouth.

　　 After finishing speaking, he seemed to have exhausted his strength, and slumped down on the ground along the wall.

　　 And as he said this, the members of the Knight Order looked like they couldn't believe it. Only the bishop on the opposite side burst into a frantic laugh after being taken aback.

　　 "Hahahahahaha..."

　　 "I said Raj, I heard you right, didn't you have to try my skills before? How come you can't even beat a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy?"

　　 The bishop looked at Captain Raj, who was lying on the ground in embarrassment, full of mockery, then looked at the knights on the other side and asked:

　　 "What about you? What I said before is still valid~www.wuxiaspot.com~As long as any of you can beat him, I will let you go. Why, does anyone want to inherit the legacy of your leader?"

　　 The words of the bishop instantly ignited the anger of all the knights present. What is the last will? Commander Raj is not dead yet.

　　 Immediately, there were quite a few knights who wanted to play, even if they knew someone who couldn't even beat the captain, they would die if they went, but these people still wanted to fight the young man without changing their faces.

In the end, the voices of these people were suppressed by a very strong middle-aged knight. Lu Ming took a look and found that he was one of the top knights, with a level of more than 80, placed outside. Any kingdom can be counted with a hand that is better than him.

　　 But against the boy, there is still only one to die.

　　 So Lu Ming sighed, walked up slowly, patted the knight on the shoulder, and said to him:

　　 "Let me come."

　　 The knight was stunned immediately, and then said at a loss:

　　 "Yes, but my lord..."

Lu Ming is their hope. He can't let the brave have any problems. Didn't he even dare to shout out the identity of the brave without seeing him? He just wants to send the brave out of this without the enemy knowing it. Dungeon.

　　 Just before he finished speaking, Lu Ming interrupted him:

　　 "There is nothing, you are all too weak, you will die if you go."

　　 Lu Ming turned around and walked straight to the battlefield, but his words made the knights blush.

　　 Indeed, they are really embarrassed this time. The dignified church elite, more than one hundred people, can't even beat a twelve or three-year-old boy. It's no wonder the brave would say this and leave them to play.