The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Dragon power was poured into it, and in just a moment, powerful power was released from the sword.

The powerful dragon power continued to emit, and at the same time, the blade showed an indescribable color.

After a while, the blade began to tremble slightly.

"Crack!"

As a crisp sound rang out, fine cracks began to appear on the blade. After only being supported for a moment, it completely shattered.

Seeing the straight knife in his hand shatter into pieces, Ao Fan didn't show any surprise on his face.

It seems that this long knife should have ended like this.

"It's not strong enough and can't withstand the power of enchantment."

"Perhaps it would be more appropriate to use a different material?"

After thinking for a moment, Ao Fan frowned slightly.

I have done some enchanting weapons before, but most of the effects are not satisfactory. Even if the strength is enough, the power will be reduced.

Strictly speaking, there are no suitable enchanting materials in the four major continents.

Even the materials exchanged by the system are difficult to meet my own requirements.

The materials for the innate spiritual treasure are fine, but you can't waste an innate spiritual treasure to refine this thing, right?

Regardless of whether it is successful or not, a lot of time will be wasted.

The system will only give itself things, but it will never have the function of rapid decomposition.

"There are only a few materials. Is there any other special materials?"

With a thought in his heart, Ao Fan seemed to have thought of something. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

It seems that I have found a more suitable material.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Athens, a smile appeared on Ao Fan's face.

…

"boom!"

The strong body fell heavily to the ground, and there was a deep wound on the chest of the strong man. After gasping for breath several times, he completely lost his voice.

The people around looked at this scene in horror, their bodies stiff and motionless, obviously frightened.

"Dead, dead!?"

Disbelief sounded, and no one could have imagined that the battle would end so quickly.

This is a saint with cultivation!

Just killed?

Everyone in their hearts were extremely shocked and turned to look at the one who made the move. They saw that the opponent was shirtless and holding a pair of swords in both hands.

And the pair of knives were entangled with chains, like a whip.

Kratos, this is the most famous warrior on the continent in recent times.

Three Saints have died in his hands.

Kratos frowned slightly, and then walked towards the box containing the holy clothes. He lightly brushed his hand and the box disappeared in an instant.

This is what the teacher specifically asked when he left, to bring back some Saint Seiya's Saint Cloths.

The teacher often brought back all the items he brought with him. Kratos thought that the teacher asked him to do it step by step.

Starting with the Bronze Saints, and finally reaching the Gold Saints of the Zodiac.

Therefore, he has been collecting holy garments during this time, although there are only three pieces.

"It seems too easy. Is it because of the Bronze Saint?"

After murmuring in a low voice, Kratos planned to turn around and leave.

Just after taking two steps, there was a rush of running sounds behind him.

"stop!"

The scolding sounded, and Kratos looked back with confusion, only to find three people running over.

Judging from his clothes, he looks like a Saint?

Standing still, a trace of helplessness flashed across Kratos' face and he said, "Who are you?"

The leading young man stopped and glanced at the corpse lying on the ground, his expression instantly darkened.

"Did you kill him?"

"That's right." Kratos nodded, then glanced at the three of them, "Are you the Saints in the Star Palace?"

"That's right. If you are wise, hand over the holy clothes and come back to the Star Palace with us to face trial!"

Hearing this, Kratos suddenly smiled.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

This is the teacher's favorite sentence, and it is often followed by a beating.

Kratos also likes this sentence the most.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kratos waved his hand, and a cold light shot towards the speaker.

The sound of the chains swinging was like the sound of the Death God's armor clashing in hell.

When the leading saint saw this, he felt a chill in his heart.

The arms were crossed together, and a ray of light bloomed on the arms.

An almost silver-white bronze wrist armor quickly emerged.

"Dang!"

The sound of gold and stone interlacing sounded, and countless sparks burst out. The young man at the head flew out and landed heavily on the ground.

"Cough cough cough~"

A violent coughing sound sounded, and the young man felt severe pain in his chest, but he still endured it and stood up.

"The response is good. He seems to be a saint who values ​​speed and strength."

With that said, Kratos glanced at the other two people.

I saw the other two people, one white and one purple, rising into the sky with two rays of light, and then they were in armored state.

Looking across the three people, Kratos seemed to be thinking about something. He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked up at the three people.

"Pegasus, Draco, and Birds?"

After the words fell, Kratos sighed in his heart, the teacher was indeed a teacher, and these three people really acted together.

The three of them were shocked when they saw that Kratos could tell his identity at a glance.

They don't know Kratos's identity, but the other party knows them clearly. How can this not be shocking?

"Do it!"

As the Pegasus Saint roared, countless fist shadows instantly attacked Kratos.

"Yu!"

Kratos shouted, and a layer of golden light suddenly emerged from his body.

On the other side, the Draconian Saint was already rushing towards Kratos, his body flashing with light, and he actually condensed into the illusion of a huge dragon head.

"boom!"

The dragon head illusion slammed into Kratos's defense, and then he saw countless fist shadows coming one after another.

Kratos made a mistake and dodged most of it.

Squinting his eyes slightly, Kratos suddenly raised his arm and punched the top of his head.

In mid-air, the White Bird Saint clenched his hands and punched from top to bottom.

Confronting Kratos' fist, a pale white halo of light suddenly spread out.

The White Bird Saint was instantly repelled, and then fell heavily from the sky.

The three of them are considered relatively powerful beings among the Bronze Saints, but even so, they only have the cultivation level of the Golden Immortal.

Compared with Kratos in the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm in front of him, he is simply in the sky and on the earth.

Just one round of fighting allowed Kratos to completely see the strength of the three of them.

With a flick of his wrist, the two swords instantly appeared in his hands.

Kratos looked at the three of them coldly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a penetrating sneer.

An inexplicable chill instantly surged into the hearts of the three of them. At this moment, they suddenly felt that coming here rashly seemed to be a wrong decision.

"Uh-huh!"

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, and a faint layer of blood emerged from the blades of the two swords, and they slashed towards the three of them.

Before the pair of knives could be swung over, the three of them felt a strong killing intent coming towards them.