"Damn it, why did so many strong men suddenly appear?" Chris cursed secretly, and quickly urged him to flee far away.
Not even one of them can be dealt with by himself, let alone four of them.
"Boy, give my son his life!" The curly-haired old man chased after him.
Chris knew it in his heart. No wonder he hated me so much when we first met. It turned out that his son was killed by himself.
He was running like a rattling, but he was carrying two people on his back at the moment, so his speed was limited and he couldn't keep the distance.
Moreover, those fifth-level knights were not riding ordinary horses, and they followed closely behind.
The curly-haired old man shouted angrily: "I'll capture you without any help, I promise to leave you with a whole body."
"Fuck you!" Chris took out the Qiongtian Explosive Flame Bow and used all his magic power to charge up the explosive arrows.
The red-gold arrow shot backwards, hitting the curly-haired old man rushing in front.
"boom!"
An explosion sounded, and the curly-haired old man's body was swallowed up by the fire.
But the next moment, he walked out unscathed, except that his armor was slightly damaged.
The unbreakable glazed armor absorbs the energy of heaven and earth to replenish Chris's magic power in preparation for condensing the next arrow.
There is still about 50% of the total amount of fighting energy left, and he must retain his combat effectiveness as much as possible, so he is not going to use fighting energy, but just keeps releasing fire magic backwards to interfere with the enemy.
Chris always maintains his dragon form, striving to maximize the power of his attacks.
The chase between the two sides lasted for another twenty minutes.
"Boy, you can't run away!" The curly-haired old man got closer and closer, and you could even see his ferocious face.
Chris opened the Qiongtian Explosive Flame Bow again, this time using armor-piercing arrows.
Twenty minutes is enough time for the magic power to be fully restored.
"Whoosh!" The dark golden arrow pierced the air and flew towards the curly-haired old man.
The curly-haired old man released his fighting spirit and raised his long sword.
"Ding." With a crisp sound, the armor-piercing arrow shattered into pieces and turned into golden light spots all over the sky, scattering in the wind.
However, there was a subtle gap on the old man's sword blade that was not easy to detect.
The distance between the two sides narrowed to less than fifty meters, and at this time, a fifth-level knight took out a longbow, nocked an arrow and pointed it in Chris's direction.
His arrows are also specially made to instill fighting spirit.
"Careful!" Manda exclaimed.
Dragen led the two of them to jump to the side nimbly, but they were still a step too late, and the arrow filled with fighting spirit pierced Chris's right wing.
The heartbreaking pain hit, causing Chris to grit his teeth and make a "clack" sound. His right wing was twitching, obviously unable to be used anymore.
"There is a mountain on the left, let's go to the mountain quickly." Chris said quickly.
Drag Root can adapt to any environment, but the same cannot be said for the opponent's mount.
The mountain is covered with thorns and jagged rocks. If you are lucky, you can get rid of the enemy.
Pulling Gen obediently turned around and ran towards the left.
Just as Chris expected, the four other people were indeed affected.
Draggen easily jumped over the bushes, but the curly-haired old man and the others had to go around.
The distance between the two sides is gradually widening, which makes the curly-haired old man look a little anxious.
"That's it." Chris patted Lagen's head, and they entered a dense jungle. The leaves were a rare red.
Manda was a little confused: "Why is it a little hot here?"
"Very good, I like it here very much." Chris stretched out his hand. He could feel the extremely rich fire element all around, and the recovery speed of magic power also accelerated a lot.
The flames ignited the woods, further slowing down the pace of the curly-haired old man and others.
The distance between the two sides is getting farther and farther.
"Keep it up." Chris's eyes burst with hope.
So what about the fifth-level knight? It’s not like he has to be far away from him.
"I'm going to cut you into pieces!" The curly-haired old man's face was ashen. If he let this kid escape from under his eyes and couldn't avenge his murder, he might not be able to sleep at night in the future.
Chris made a face behind him: "Bye bye."
The curly-haired old man was so angry that he almost went crazy. He quickly took two deep breaths and tried to calm down the anger in his heart.
"Don't worry, he can't escape. Sooner or later he will fall into your hands again, and he will be at your mercy." The person next to him consoled him.
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Chris continued to gallop.
Suddenly, Tugen stopped.
Ahead is a cliff with no road.
The clouds and mist below the cliff made it difficult to see anything clearly.
Several pieces of gravel fell downwards, and there was no sound of landing for a long time.
"Run, keep running." The curly-haired old man came behind him with three other fifth-level knights, blocking all of Chris's escape routes.
The situation took a turn for the worse, and the two were once again in crisis.
"I'm going to torture you very well and cut off your flesh piece by piece!" The curly-haired old man felt pleasure in his heart, and he became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke. "Then I'll cut off your limbs and throw them into the latrine, where you'll be surrounded by dung maggots all day long.
I won't let you die easily!"
Manda hugged Chris tightly, rested her chin on his shoulder, and asked softly: "If we can go back alive, will you be willing to accompany me to see the thousands of mountains and rivers?"
Chris turned his head and said, "Stop saying such depressing words, I'll take you to fly down."
"Your wings are injured. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the weight of two people. Leave me alone and go down by yourself. There may be a glimmer of hope." Crystal tears flowed from the corners of Manda's eyes, and she jumped off Lagan's back.
Meet the four fifth-level powerhouses.
Chris grabbed her hand, pulled it back, wrapped his hands around Manda's slender waist, used the magic soul ball to pull the roots, and jumped down the cliff.
"Want to run away? It's not that easy!" the curly-haired old man said with a ferocious expression, "Fighting skills, swords can defeat thousands of armies!"
The cold sword light came one after another, as if it was going to tear the human body into pieces.
"It's over!" Chris' eyes showed despair.
The sword light gradually enlarged in his pupils.
At this moment, an invisible wall of air appeared, blocking the ten-meter-long sword light.
But Chris and Manda found that they did not continue to fall, but stepped on the red light curtain.
They felt something in their hearts and looked up.
I saw a figure suspended in mid-air.
He stood there quietly, making people feel breathless.
It was as if there was an insurmountable mountain in front of them, and even the four fifth-level knights felt as small as ants.
He was an old man, who looked to be in his eighties, with gray hair and ridges on his face.
What's even more striking is that the old man has the same dragon-like form as Chris, with two dragon horns and dense red scales all over his body.