Duke of Grief

"Are you crazy?"

Cervantes raised his mouth with contempt, but his heart was quite dignified.

As the old man said before, every ‘legend’ is stubborn, and this stubbornness comes from their hearts and their hearts.

This kind of stubbornness often forms the core of their ‘story’. Just like the hunter’s obsession with food, this obsession is also the core of their ‘legendary gesture’.

Flames flowed from between the scales, the blood was also ignited, and the shiny black dragon scales reflected in all directions.

As a cast steel, blood is burning like fire!

——!

"The plague is the punishment that nature gives to life, and people must not have a heart of resistance or disobedience to it, nor can they defy the fate given by nature."

The old man's face was solemn, and his turbid eyes seemed to have light. "Life, old age, sickness, and death are all natural laws. You have to obey!"

"Death is our dogma, and the plague is a means of spreading, but everyone who resists and does not follow, we will replace nature, and use the anger of the plague to be the majesty of "natural"!"

"The majesty of nature and the status of the plague cannot be challenged!"

The old man's wrinkled skin has long been replaced by dry bark, his eyes have become two hollows, and a faint flame floats in it.

Slightly ricket's body did not know when it was already straight, just standing straight on the ground like the same big tree.

The legs turned into roots deeply planted in the ground, absorbing a huge amount of magic power in the ground.

The gray-green swarms representing the power of the plague flew up and down beside the old man's body, their wings trembling, and they made a disturbing sound.

——!

Looking at him, the black dragon sneered: "Even if the plague will let the corpses run wild, the family will die, the wife will be scattered?!"

"Even if the corpses run wild, the family is ruined, and the wives are scattered!"

"Stubborn..." Cervantes shook his head and sighed softly.

The old man raised his hand, the hot wind suddenly rose, and the violent strong wind surrounded him, forming a barrier to protect himself.

——!

Heilong silently watched the strong wind carrying the high temperature roll up beside the old man and took a deep breath.

Now that he has decided to fight for his obsession, he must also maintain his ideals and beliefs, then--

"I respect your choice!"

The contemptuous smile on the dragon's head faded away, and the black dragon's wings spread out, "So, this please you to die!"

Flames spewed out from the cracks in the scales, Cervantes bent on the ground, and rushed forward with infinite power.

The fist was resolutely swayed, the flames exploded behind him, and the flapping of the wings gave the body a greater driving force. Cervantes' figure flashed, and the fist was already on the strong wind barrier in front of the old man.

"Roar--"

The fist was blocked, but with a roar, the high temperature of the light was shot from the black dragon's mouth.

The scorching dragon breath penetrated the wind barrier, the old man's body was also penetrated, and his chest had become a hollow. Through that hole, Cervantes could even see a narrow, scorched black gully behind the old man and lit up. In the woods of the fire.

However, the strong wind barrier in front of him automatically repaired, and brought a little tiredness to the black dragon.

After the barrier, the old man's body is slowly repairing, even if the wooden body has ignited flames, but the old man just clapped his hands, and the flames are easily extinguished.

Seeing this, Cervantes took a deep breath.

The old man looked up and looked at the black dragon, they all saw the killing intention in the other person's eyes.

Standing in front of the barrier, let the fatigue gradually invade the body, the black dragon put out a hand.

The old man recited the mantra behind the barrier, and the black dragon exhaled slowly.

Heilong closed his eyes and silently guided the "qi" in his body. When the air of 氤氲 lingered on his limbs again, the flames also wrapped his body.

In this burning flame, Cervantes slowly opened his eyes.

His arms disappeared immediately, and then a violent wind was lifted behind the black dragon, and the barrier in front of him and the ground underneath broke at the same time.

But at this time, the old man's spell has been completed!

A singularity condensed on the top of the long stick, and the black dragon punched out, and the old man lifted the long stick flat against the black dragon fist.

When the old man lifted the long stick, the wind element quickly gathered towards the top of the long stick, and the unstable wind element was compressed into a dark ball.

When the staff pointed to Cervantes, the old man released the control of the wind element, and immediately, the dark wind element burst like a solid!

The air suddenly twisted, and a huge amount of wind elements began to erupt. The strong wind was like a sword with a handle enchanted, and like a bomb, cutting and bombing the body of the black dragon.

The old man squeezed the long stick with both hands and pointed it directly at the position of the black dragon. The strong sense of pushing back even turned his legs and feet into the roots of the tree. He stepped back.

The raging wind is like a giant python, and the tornado that should have risen to the sky dashed into the distance. The body of the "python" is hundreds of feet, thousands of feet, or even tens of thousands of feet!

——!

When the spell ends and the wind blows away, the woods in that straight line have disappeared, the hillsides and mountains have turned into gullies, and the underground water channel has broken through the weak strata.

but!

The black dragon still stands on the ground!

Even if the body is already bloody, even if the trauma has been all over the body, even if the mind has become dizzy during the mad bombing just now-

He still stood on the ground and raised his head and looked at his enemy, the guy who tried to spread death in his country and his territory!

"Is it finished?"

The flames never extinguished, and Cervantes lowered his **** arms in front of him, his voice hoarse: "So, it's my turn!"

Black Dragon's fists clenched, his body bent down, his wings raised high, and then the flames spewed out again, his legs kicked the ground, turning himself into a meteor.

"The plague will win!"

Seeing this scene, the old man's eyes widened and he roared with relief to relieve his heart: "Ru waits to die!"

"I--"

The strong wind ripped Cervantes' voice, with a slight distortion, but then the sound rang in the old man's ear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ thunderously flat: "Not allowed!!!"

The plague swarm surrounded by the dry tree body. When Cervantes appeared, these virus-carrying swarms collided with his body, bursting himself, sending the plague into the black dragon, but he turned a deaf ear. Boxing out!

The flames lingered on the fist, burning the old man's body, and in front of him, the black dragon looked grim and grinned.

"what!!!"

The old man crushed the long stick in his hand, and a glint shone on his body, and then the earth swelled under his feet and turned into a wave, just like a chariot, hitting the black dragon.

——!

After a punch on the old man, Cervantes was hit by the wave and flew out, but he flapped his wings in the air and fell to the ground before the wave.

Standing in front of the wave, the black dragon stomped down, and the infinite flame poured into the ground, like a chariot, colliding with the galloping wave.

boom--

The earth could not bear such a powerful force, and blasted away.

"Pooh!"

Black Dragon's face spit out a black stain of blood fiercely, and looked at the old man who had taken root again.

"This is not something you can decide!"

The old man folded his hands together with a solemn look and cut the railroad: "The power of nature is not something you can contend with!"

The magic in the earth was extracted by the roots of the tree and merged into the body of the old man.

Cervantes stood on the spot, the blood boiled again, burned all the viruses in the body, and guided the vitality to restore the physical injury.

——!

While gathering magic, the old man whispered: "Because of your mistakes, people living in this country and this land will die!"

After hearing this sentence, Cervantes smiled again.

"Don't you say it?"

"I, not allowed!"