The scorching temperature radiated from the edge of the scale mirror, roasting the air into a distorted shape.
The wind blades were blowing "whooshing", and the cross-cuts were cutting fiercely, but no matter how hard they tried, they could not break through the defense of the dragon scale magic light mirror.
The scale mirror always stood in front of Chris, as steady as a rock.
At this moment, Chris was taking a deep breath to prepare for his counterattack.
Finally, all the enemy's attacks were eliminated.
"Forbidden spell, ancient dragon's breath!" Chris removed the dragon scale magic light mirror, opened his mouth and spat out a thick orange-red fire pillar, which reflected the sky red.
I saw Toronto blocking the Evil Tiger Shield in front of him, pouring fighting energy into it, and a layer of black light lit up on the entire shield.
Kinuit hid behind him and put his hand on Toronto's shoulder.
The dragon's breath fire pillar arrived in an instant and hit the shield fiercely. In an instant, the scorching flames spread outwards, and countless flames floated everywhere, like a rain of fire all over the sky.
Chris' eyes narrowed. For some reason, he clearly felt that part of the energy in the dragon's breath he spat out seemed to have been sucked away, and it was not as powerful as the one he used for the first time.
This is not an illusion, Toronto and Kinuit resisted easily.
Chris looked at the black shield. Was it working?
Yes, the thunder and lightning technique I used just now seems to have disappeared into the sea.
Chris thought about it carefully and guessed the special effect of the shield: to offset elemental damage.
Whether it is fire, lightning, or other elements, they are all within the range of resistance.
This is simply the nemesis of the magician!
Of course, that black shield is not omnipotent. Low-level magic such as thunder and lightning will be completely blocked. However, the level of forbidden spell can only offset part of the damage.
But the restrictions on Chris are very large. All the forbidden spells he learned from Andulu are biased towards the fire system.
After spraying out a breath of dragon breath, Chris slashed out dragon roars one after another.
Only continuous attacks can expand the hope of victory.
The dragon's roar cut out more than a dozen swords on the surface of the evil tiger's shield, and a "ding-dang" sound was heard.
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Lisa looked up at the battle in the sky, her face very solemn.
Previously, Chris could fight three against one without falling behind, but now the enemy didn't know what means to use to restore the state to full, and Chris only recovered more than half of it.
Not only that, that black shield is also very strange.
Lisa wanted to go up and help, but the two seventh-level knights on the opposite side were watching eagerly, while Potala had to guard the captured eighth-level strong man at all times, so she couldn't get out at all.
"It seems that we can only believe him." Lisa murmured to herself.
"Good fight!" Seeing the situation in the sky, Festa was dancing with excitement, wishing that he could rush forward, "Hit me hard and kill that arrogant boy!"
As long as Toronto and Kinuit win, then his Night Dog Kingdom will no longer have to become a vassal state of others.
Hearing Festa's voice, Lisa cast her gaze over.
"What are you looking at? When Chris is defeated, I will take you back as a slave!"
Lisa's clenched fists "clucked" as she stepped closer.
Although you cannot participate in the battle in the sky, you can continue it on the ground.
"What are you going to do? I'm warning you not to torture the prisoners." Festa had a bad premonition in her heart.
Potala next to him sneered, raised his foot and kicked him out.
Festa staggered forward a few steps, but the eighth-level knight's superior sense of balance prevented him from falling.
However, the female tyrannosaurus was already approaching.
"Bang! Bang!" Lisa waved her pink fist and hit Festa continuously.
The latter wanted to resist, but was held down by Potala who came from behind.
This arrogant guy still doesn't understand the principle of "people have to bow their heads when they are under the roof".
Also, as the leader of a country, when have you ever been a prisoner of others?
"Slave, right? I'll beat you to death!" Lisa's nails stretched out and scratched Festa's face.
Not only Potala, but several sixth-level earls around him also started to take action, and it soon turned into a siege.
More than a dozen people surrounded Festa, punching and kicking her.
The noble knights of the White Tiger Kingdom watched from a distance, not daring to come to the rescue and there was no need to do so, since he was not their king anyway.
After two or three minutes, Lisa quickly asked the count to stop to prevent the unfortunate king from being beaten to death.
Festa fell to the ground dying, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his face was covered with twenty or thirty blood stains, and his whole body was covered with footprints. He was about to cry but had no tears.
Potala gestured to him with her fist and shouted: "If you talk too much, we will continue to beat you!"
Opportunities like this to defeat an eighth-level knight are rare, and it may only happen once in a lifetime.
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Chris cut more than a dozen times but failed to break through the shield's defense or even leave any traces on the shield.
Toronto and Kinuit stick together to share the pressure.
"Forbidden spell, Dragon Soaring Sky Strike!" Chris used a non-fire elemental skill, and his whole body flashed with white light.
He flapped his wings and flew high into the sky, temporarily leaving behind the roar of the dragon.
Then, Chris closed his paws and raised them above his head, turning his head to face down.
Immediately afterwards, his wings folded up, his body fell rapidly, and rotated rapidly clockwise.
Seeing this situation, Toronto still blocked the Evil Tiger Shield in front of him and injected a lot of fighting spirit into it.
Chris landed on top of the Evil Tiger Shield almost in the blink of an eye.
"boom!"
With the collision point as the center, layers of oscillating ripples spread out.
Toronto and Kinuit were unable to withstand the powerful impact. They fell to the ground, knocking down several buildings and sending billowing smoke and dust outwards.
Chris also fell down. He raised his foot and kicked a figure vaguely into the air.
He is the king of pigeons.
Chris did not pay attention to the prince in the ruins, but flew up and chased Ginyut.
Although Ginuit was a little confused at the moment, the strong sense of crisis in his heart still made him swing the serrated sword.
"Keng!"
The dragon claw that Chris shot was blocked by the serrated sword, but Kinuit felt very uncomfortable. His arms were almost losing consciousness, and bloodshot eyes were flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
The dragon roar flew from a distance, fell into Chris's hands, and beheaded the enemy.
Ginuit's mind regained clarity for a moment. Faced with the ensuing attacks, he complained incessantly. He could only deal with them tiredly, holding the serrated sword in front of him.
There was another sound of metal collision, and the serrated sword sank down, pressing against Ginyut's chest. The sharp tips of the teeth cut into his body, and he withstood the damage caused by his own weapon.
Chris said coldly: "Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Try being arrogant again."