Dragon Zero

"You have stood here for a long time."

"It has nothing to do with you." Pyle Pan took out a silver pocket watch with wheat ears and looked at the time. When he looked up again, a dragon appeared in the sky.

The shadow of the dragon pierced the wind, the dragon spread its wings, and the dragon flew towards this side. Under the dim moon, a lonely figure stood on the dragon's back.

"Well...someone here!" Lincoln stepped back, further away, behind a small sand dune.

This is a sapphire-colored dragon. Its smooth dragon scales reflect pure water-like ripples in the moonlight. Its eyes have no pupils with white light, and it can see a fly 30 kilometers away; its huge wings are like Umbrella can hold up a piece of heaven and earth; it has barbs on its chest, thorns on its tail, and a row of scaly spines on its back like a blade with a height of 20-30 meters. Its dragon scales are transparent and crystal-smooth, revealing pure blue magic power. When it lands, an incomparably lofty force of absolute pressure hits Pyl Pan overwhelmingly, making people awe in unattainable sacred majesty.

The blue dragon sits and lies on the desert hills, and the surrounding air and moonlight are stained by it, and they all glow with blue light. It breathed lightly, and the person on its back stepped on its forehead and jumped off, which made it extremely dissatisfied, but for a long time held back the anger in its heart.

Pan waved away the sand that fell on his body, staring at him, and looking at the invincible body of the giant dragon: "Noble dragon!"

The man who fell on the ground was walking towards him, wearing an armor, a mask, long white hair, and an unsheathed sword.

"You are Nightmare Alonso!?" Pai grasped the hilt of the Black Overlord. For the first time, the other party hadn't revealed their identity and wanted to do something with him, and he was already nervously holding the Black Overlord.

The familiar grip, the familiar lines on the handle, and the thumb rubbing in the familiar position, this familiarity made him find peace in his heart. I don't know why, the other person just approached, it made him feel the cold that pierced the pores, and every cell and hair of the body seemed to be stimulated, and they involuntarily shrank into a ball. He hasn't felt this way for a long time, no, he felt this way for the first time.

"It's me." The man stopped, the black, gold pattern, gray-white long-sleeved dress armor, revealing mystery, holy spirit, and majesty in this ancient night.

This type of armor Pan is the first time I have seen it. It feels like a very old style, but the more ancient things can be preserved to the present, the more it can prove the value of its existence. Pan touched the copper-colored armor on his body, and stared at the person in front of him unblinkingly: "One of the four top swordsmen in the legend, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to make an appointment with me."

"You can keep the appointment, I appreciate your courage."

"Huh! No one can scare Pan with a name, and so are you!" Pan moved the heavy knife in his hand: "The purpose of your appointment? Is it to fight me?"

Alonso pressed his sword hilt with his sword in the sand: "Let you... surrender to my command!"

"Hahahahaha..." Pan laughed wildly: "Pyle Pan never kills anyone. Your delusions have failed!"

"Then...huh!?" Alonso noticed the person hiding in the distance, but when this person appeared, he was still a little surprised.

"Holy..." Lincoln ran to him, holding back his words again, staring at Pan, full of hatred and anger.

"Your eyes have never seen a person like this." Alonso looked at Lincoln and then at Pyle Penn: "You have been persecuted so far because of him?"

"It's him, Pyle Penn! I will never forget this name! I will never forget his face!"

"Oh~!" Alonso's eager eyes became indifferent: "It seems that I am going to change my attitude towards you again."

Lincoln used to be a very promising marksman. Once at a banquet held by his younger brother, he ran into the banquet. The frenzied Pyle Pan turned into a **** tragedy. Brother and younger brother. His wife and dozens of relatives and guests died in vain in the massacre. Lincoln, who had witnessed all of this surviving, was panicked for the rest of the day because of great grief and fear. He hid in the cave for five or six years. Later, there was even a mental problem, and he felt that someone wanted to murder him all the time, and even buried his bright future completely, and because of sorrow and fear, he couldn't sleep, and he became what he is now.

Pan naturally didn't remember Lincoln. When he was young and vigorous, he had done too many bad things, so many that he was not particularly fresh in his memory, and he had no impression at all. He said to Lincoln: "No matter what hatred between me and you, if you want revenge, just come!"

"Very good." Alonso took off the mask, revealing his true face like white jade underneath. He threw the cold metal mask into Lincoln's hand, pestle the sword in the sand, and slowly pulled it out of the sheath: "Tonight, Alonso takes revenge on his behalf!"

The sound of the word "Chou" fell, and the image of the person in front of him disappeared. At the same time, he was cut by a sharp blade in front of him, and a sword was pierced into the vest from the gap in the armor on the back.

"So fast!" Pan was shocked, bursting into anger. The super-condensed tyrant's domineering can hinder the opponent's actions, but the opponent is like no one in his domineering range, a silent sword, without a trace. People who are unpredictable, let him be unpredictable, unavoidable, and constantly add new injuries to his body.

"Lion Windmill~!" Since he couldn't defend, he attacked with all his strength, stirring up the dust storm by the huge black king, cutting the surrounding area domineeringly, tearing everything apart, but in this series of movements, his body was affected again. More than sixty swords.

With a blink of an eye, Alonso stood thirty meters away with his back facing him, the blood-stained sword tip plunged into the sand, and nearly a hundred sword wounds spurted blood on Pyl Pan's body, and dozens of small swords appeared on his armor. Sew.

Pan knelt on one knee, holding the Black Overlord tightly with one hand, so as not to let the other leg kneel down. He gritted his teeth unwillingly, how could his self-esteem allow him to fail in such a shameful way. He stepped forward with trembling feet, and stood up in one step, his body with sore holes, some wounds deep into the bones, and some wounds pierced the liver and lungs. At this moment, his totem appeared, his pupils were like demons, and his accelerated blood flow made the surface of his body brighter, but he didn't care, fearless, death was just a natural joke in his eyes!

Alonso turned his head slightly to the side with his back to Pan. The sword did not move, and the person did not move, waiting for the opponent to attack.

Pan's aura expanded rapidly, and his white silky domineering style made him like a white-haired mad lion. Domineering roared in the air, sand and rock rose, gravity was unbalanced, and countless sands burst into dust under the domineering extreme pressure. He took this shot: "Iron Lion King Justice Begins!"

"Good move." Alonso Jianfeng picked up the gravel to hit the scabbard not far away, and greeted the enemy with a palm: "Vasak's ice crime~!"

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