Potala was so excited that she burst into tears. His Majesty was finally here.
"Well, let's go down and direct the battle." Chris turned to look at the three people with cold eyes.
"You are the little king of the Blazing Dragon Kingdom, right? I didn't expect you would dare to come here." Longfellow said in a mocking tone, "Are you ready? We are going to start slaying the dragon."
Chris sneered: "I'm afraid you are not qualified yet."
"Oh, arrogant boy!"
"Let him know how powerful we are!"
In the distance, Peg, the fourth prince of the White Tiger, looked excited. As long as he could capture Chris, it would be a great achievement.
He really didn't believe that the giant red dragon could do it one versus three.
Three seventh-level powerhouses came to attack. They all used heavy weapons. Longfellow was holding a broad sword.
Chris didn't show any politeness to them, and immediately launched a counterattack, swiping the dragon's tail and slashing at Longfellow.
As an old marquis, Longfellow had already reached the eighth level, and his strength should not be underestimated. He raised his giant sword horizontally, preparing to resist Dragon Tail.
"Keng!" Accompanied by a metal-like impact, his body sank slightly, like a poor man hit by a locomotive.
Cromwell and Arnold saw the opportunity and attacked from both sides, one from the left and the other from the right.
Chris swung out his dragon's claw and held the ax and hammer.
"Roar!" Chris opened his mouth wide and spit out a stream of blazing dragon flames.
Dragons have the best weapons everywhere in their body.
The target he chose to attack was Arnold, who was the weakest, and he wanted to use this as a breakthrough.
Arnold pulled back to defend himself, holding the pitch-black hammer in front of him.
Pillars of dragon flames came one after another, swallowing Arnold up. The flames rolled and rose, making the surrounding area red.
Longfellow knocked away the dragon's tail, held the giant sword with both hands and stabbed Chris in the chest.
The dragon's roar became larger and flew into Chris' hand, and he stabbed out as well.
"Ding!" The sword tips were facing each other, and the powerful momentum seemed to divide the place into two worlds.
Longfellow was surprised to find that the opponent's strength was not inferior to his own.
This is so abnormal. Even if Chris is a dragon, the level difference is there.
Of course he would not have thought that Chris had strengthened his body so many times that it was definitely not comparable to that of a dragon of the same level.
The two sides formed a brief confrontation.
At this time, Cromwell, who had his hands free, launched an attack. He jumped up high, holding the handle of the ax with both hands. The brilliance of his fighting spirit shone, and he chopped off Chris on the head: "Meteor Strike!"
Chris hurriedly stopped spraying dragon flames and turned to look at the enemy at the front, with a flash of light in his eyes.
"Magic, Barrier of Fire."
He mobilized the surrounding fire elements to form a thick wall in front of him.
"Bang!" The giant ax struck the wall of flames, causing sparks to fly in an instant, but it never broke through the defense.
Without the attack of dragon flame, Arnold freed his hands and threw the hammer over.
Chris had no intention of taking a hard hit. He flapped his wings and retreated quickly. The enemy's attack was too fast. Once he was dragged into their battle rhythm, it would be quite detrimental to him.
The last time they fought against three was when they beat Potala violently, but the three people in front of him were even more powerful, so Chris had to be careful.
The giant hammer circled around and returned to Arnold's hand.
Longfellow and others put aside their contempt, realizing that the little king in front of them was not as easy to deal with as they thought.
The excitement on Peg's face disappeared. He couldn't help clenching his fists and sweating for himself.
A hot air balloon rose again in Shizuo City, dealing a heavy blow to the enemy.
"Thundering!" Suddenly dark clouds filled the sky, making it dark within a few hundred meters.
"Crack!" Immediately afterwards, a dozen dark blue thunderbolts as thick as a carriage struck out from it and fell towards Longfellow and the other three.
Lightning flashed across the sky, as if tearing apart a gray curtain.
Countless people raised their heads subconsciously, moved by the dazzling thunder and lightning.
However, the three marquis calmly set up their defenses to protect themselves.
The power of this magic is not very strong, it is easy to deal with.
Soon, the three figures were shrouded in, making them completely invisible from the outside.
In an instant, electric arcs shot out in all directions, spreading like a spider web and sweeping across the entire sky. It looked very spectacular.
At the same time, Chris began to prepare for the forbidden spell.
Facing enemies of this level, ordinary fighting skills or magic cannot harm them at all.
"Tch, thunder is loud and raindrops are small, that's all." Arnold reappeared and sneered.
But he stopped laughing immediately, and saw that Chris's dragon claws were wrapped with a thick air of death, as if they were coming from hell and were grabbing at him.
"Forbidden curse, Dragon King's Nirvana Claw!"
Pick the soft persimmons and pinch them, you can kill them one by one.
"Not good!" Longfellow and the others noticed the movement here, but they couldn't rescue them.
Arnold had no time to use protective fighting skills, so he could only crush the only magic item on his body.
Jet black light burst out and condensed into a protective shield around his body.
Chris used a fierce offensive and grabbed the black shield with his right claw.
In an instant, circles of ripples rippled on the surface of the shield.
Arnold was horrified when he saw it. He didn't expect that Chris's previous attack was just a cover. This was the real killing move, and it was aimed at himself.
He prayed silently in his heart: "You must hold on!"
Unfortunately, God did not favor him.
The shield held open by the magic prop only lasted for five seconds, and then dispersed between heaven and earth.
Five Seconds of Real Man.
Arnold was so frightened that he hurriedly raised his hammer to block.
The hammer was obviously unable to withstand the power of the dragon's claws, and was quickly filled with cracks. Moreover, his strength was far lower than Chris's, and his figure kept retreating.
Finally at a certain moment, the hammer was swung aside and the dragon's claws drove straight in.
"puff."
The sharp dragon claws penetrated the armor and pierced the right side of Arnold's body.
Just as Chris was preparing to continue his attack to deal with this enemy, Cromwell and Longfellow attacked from both sides in an attempt to rescue him.
"Sword light breaks!"
"Sunset split!"
Chris didn't dare to exchange injuries for injuries. He quickly gave up on Arnold, flapped his wings and evacuated backwards.
Longfellow and his two men missed the target, but finally managed to save their companions.
Arnold's right side was penetrated, blood spurted out, and some of his organs were probably incomplete.
If it were an ordinary person, he probably wouldn't be able to be saved.
Fortunately, he is a seventh-level knight and has strong vitality. An injury of this degree can be recovered within two or three months of rest.
Longfellow's face was quite solemn. Arnold obviously couldn't fight anymore. Can Cromwell and himself defeat each other?
He never expected that under the joint attack of his three strong men, the little king would still have the energy to injure one of them.