Duke of Grief

With a left hand push, Cervantes' body rotated on the ground, his legs swept across the ground, and the Ranger had already predicted that he jumped into the air, but the scimitar and his right hand were still tightly grasped and could not break free.

At this time, Cervantes pushed hard with his right arm, and the ranger's pupils shrank. He used this force to fall back to the ground before the body was unbalanced. When he raised his head, he suddenly heard a wind breaking sound, without thinking. The black dragon jumped from the ground and got a leg.

Leaping from the ground, the body turned around and swept one leg, and the whole set of movements flowed through the clouds. Although the movements were not fast, they looked flawless.

Cervantes missed one leg, the dragon tail caught it immediately, and the tail shot the ranger on the ground.

"cough!"

After the Ranger was photographed on the ground, he didn't catch his breath, and immediately choked on his throat.

Cervantes did not continue to pursue, because the soldiers and monks rushed at the same time.

The Black Dragon took a deep breath and lunged forward, posing a posture-speaking, it seems that he hasn't used the martial arts he created for a long time.

The warrior and the monk did not react to the strange posture of the black dragon suddenly. The warrior rushed to Cervantes, holding the sword handle with both hands, waving the sword with both arms, and the blade cut through the air. When the power of the hilt was transmitted to the tip of the sword, the powerful centrifugal force had removed the giant sword from the warrior's control.

"Drink!" The soldier screamed loudly, his hands pressed hard.

The giant sword chopped off with the wind and the waves, Cervantes couldn't move, but moved slightly, avoiding the sword.

The giant sword in the hands of the warrior hit the ground heavily and smashed the ground out of a big pit. He wanted to raise the sword and cut it horizontally, but a fist covered with black scales has been continuously enlarged in his eyes.

Cervantes punched the soldier in the front, punching several cracks in the mask on his face.

At this time, the monk who predicted the error propped the soldier's shoulders, jumped and kicked to Cervantes.

The dragon's head turned slightly, and the black dragon grinned his fangs and teeth. The right hand that hadn't been retracted fell on the monk's leg. He pushed down slightly and pushed hard. At the same time, he walked the legs and walked to the side of the soldier in two steps.

The monk landed on the ground with his back in amazement. The soldier lifted his elbow and slammed into the side, but the black dragon put it on his palm.

The ranger who climbed from the ground saw the black dragon turn around and lift his legs, and with his knees against the warrior's legs, he instantly let him kneel down to the ground.

what happened?

Cervantes grabbed the soldier's neck and jaw with his claws and twisted his head before he could react.

Quack!

Only hearing a crisp sound, the body of the warrior had fallen to the ground, and the monk was turning one leg at this time.

This leg is not very harmful to the warrior, but for Cervantes, who now has only one mage physique, it is fatal.

The black dragon was half kneeling on the ground. At this time, the monk kicked him. If it hit, his head would detach from his neck and be kicked and flew out-the premise is that he can hit!

Cervantes rolled sideways to avoid the foot.

The monk missed one leg, then tipped his toes a little, and jumped in front of the black dragon.

boom!

The earth and stone splashed on the ground, but there was no flesh in it. The face under the monk's mask slightly changed, because the black dragon's legs wrapped around his calf.

Cervantes supported the ground with his left palm, and at the same time, his waist and abdomen were hard, and his body had stood up.

On the way, he punched the monk's waist and abdomen, but he was blocked by his hand, and then his left leg retreated, and his right leg was caught between the monk's legs and knees.

At this moment, Canyang is still suffering, and the world has fallen into darkness.

The silent wanderer once again emerged from the shadow under the black dragon, this time, his dagger was drawn towards the black dragon's left leg.

"Laugh!" Suddenly a chuckle sounded, and the wanderer watched the left leg in front of him suddenly move forward, his pupils shrank, his body disappeared, and he returned to the shadow plane.

Cervantes suddenly protruded with his left hand, grabbed the monk's lapel, and abruptly clicked on the left foot and raised his knee to hit the monk's door.

The monk raised his hand again to resist, but the black dragon took the opportunity to straighten his right leg, allowing the monk's legs to spread apart, a stagger appeared under his feet, and his right leg fell to the ground again.

Then a burst of strength from the right fist and the left knee suddenly poured out, shaking the monk's hands apart.

The monk's body was unbalanced instantly, but only the unbalanced moment, but this moment was enough!

Cervantes' right hand protruded again, grabbing the monk's waistband, and the monk also reached out and grabbed his wrist in time, but he only heard the black dragon sneer again, and there was a moment of hesitation.

Grabbing the monk's shirt in one hand and clenching the waistband in one hand, Cervantes lifted his arms to lift the monk from the ground and fell backwards.

Seeing this, the Ranger who was about to wield a knife after Cervantes saw this and hurriedly rolled sideways, watching the black dragon drop the strongest monk in melee combat among them.

Before he was in a trance, the uneasy Ranger gritted his teeth and handed the scimitar out of his hand, piercing the neck of the Black Dragon.

"Give me!!!" The ranger gave a roar, but saw the black dragon leaning over again to escape the thorn.

The face under the mask was suddenly twisted, and the ranger's wrist was turned over, and the machete in his hand was severely chopped off.

However, the Black Dragon lifted his body at this time. The Ranger looked at this horrifying scene. He could even feel that the blade had broken the scales and cut into the muscular feel.

After Cervantes fell the monk to the ground, his right wrist gushes out, and the monk's palm is shaken again, and his left fist rests on his chest, frantically sending the remaining strength of Dan Tian into the martial arts. In the chest of the monk.

The ranger stabbed, he leaned over and escaped. When he cut it off, he lifted his body, because the old power was exhausted, the new power was not born!

The Ranger could only feel a force from his hand, and Cervantes stood upright with a scimitar.

He looked at the pair of cold vertical pupils, and before he had a tremor, the black dragon once again turned around and hooked his leg.

The Ranger knelt on one knee involuntarily, but saw a fist from the bottom up, slamming into his face.

The soldiers, monks, and rangers fell to the ground, and Cervantes climbed up in just one minute.

"too weak……"

Cervantes watched the Ranger fall on his back and couldn’t immediately stand up because his leg was caught by himself. He couldn’t help but let out a sigh of emotion: “Don’t the Dragon Hunter Order fall? Have you all been sent to deal with me... …"

Even if muscle power and bloodline power are confined, he is still a legend. The reason why he can become a "legend" is not only because of the strong muscle power and bloodline power.

The eyes behind the ranger's mask were full of anger, but he saw that the black dragon suddenly bent down—

Rangers lying on the ground want to wield their swords again. Compared to spells that take time, the weapon in their hands at this moment is more worth relying on.

Cervantes flexed his fingers and knocked on the ranger's wrist accurately, making his arm numb~www.wuxiaspot.com~The scimitar almost fell.

Then he straightened his fingers and suddenly fell!

The dragon's claws penetrated the ranger's eyes and inserted into his brain, making him suffocated into a corpse.

After withdrawing his hand, Cervantes snapped his fingers again, and the body of the monk who was lying on the ground trying to expel the force from outside suddenly shuddered, and a spit of blood spewed out of his mouth, his eyes widened without any sound.

Black Dragon flicked his finger, stood up, and walked slowly towards the soldier.

The extraordinary warrior will not die so easily-

The warrior had picked up his weapon, clutching his still chaotic head, watching the black dragon approaching step by step, and the face under the mask was unusually hideous.

Why... why didn't he become weak?

Cervantes frowned, and suddenly stopped, watching the soldier's eyes suddenly dignified.

Dangerous...