Chris checked the map in his hand and returned along the way he came.
He was not in a hurry to get home, so he did not let Lagen drive at full speed, but maintained a relatively stable speed.
Chris rode a horse and ran on the spacious road, bringing up billows of smoke and dust.
After traveling for about three hours, he suddenly saw two figures blocking the front.
The man on the right is a middle-aged man, wearing light golden armor and a bright cloak on his back. He is about forty years old, with small eyes that look like two soybeans, and a bushy chin.
chestnut beard.
The other one is an old acquaintance of Chris, Master Bennett, who was beaten up by him.
The horses the two of them rode were obviously extraordinary, tall and powerful, with full muscles. Not only that, their bodies were covered in white scales, and there was a spiral horn on their foreheads.
Obviously, this is another BMW with Warcraft bloodline.
For unknown reasons, the two unicorns were panting violently and spitting white mist from their mouths.
Chris frowned and raised his voice: "Is something wrong?"
"Baby, I finally caught up with you!" Bennett had a sinister smile on his face, "Today, I'm going to come back with a ruthless revenge to relieve the hatred I felt half a month ago."
Chris didn't expect that the guy in front of him would be so vindictive.
More than half a month later, the young master named Bennett is still angry.
Chris mocked: "What, if you can't beat me, call your parents? Are you a three-year-old child?"
"You care about me!" Bennett roared, "Don't even think about going back, stay here forever!"
Chris's eyes fell on the middle-aged man not far away. The man's level was the ninth level. Although it was a bit superficial, as if he had just broken through, he was still much stronger than the eighth level peak. It did bring a lot of trouble.
pressure.
As for the arrogant and domineering young master, he did not take him seriously.
However, when dealing with an eighth-level and a ninth-level inferior at the same time, even Chris had to avoid the edge for the time being.
Chris turned his horse's head and prepared to retreat first.
"Boy, where are you running!" How could Bennett let him go like this? He clamped his legs under the horse's belly and urged the unicorn to chase after him quickly.
Thomson stayed where he was, watching with interest.
The speed of the unicorn horse can reach about 150 miles, which is also outstanding among mounts.
Chris had just taken two steps when he was caught up by the other party.
Although Pulling the Root is faster than the Unicorn Horse, it still hasn't had time to speed up after all.
Bennett drew out his green sword and stabbed him. The attack was very sharp, with the intention of killing Chris.
"Ouch!" Chris put the root into the magic soul ball, and immediately transformed into the form of a red explosive flame dragon, turning into a giant red dragon.
"Dragon King Nirvana Claw!"
Chris didn't hesitate at all and made a killing move as soon as he came up.
A dozen gaps opened in the space behind him, and countless dead air emerged from them, lingering on the dragon's claws.
"Not good!" Thomson sensed something was wrong and wanted to rush over for support.
Because Chris moved so quickly, Bennett was unable to react at all and had only time to activate the magic defense items he was wearing.
A transparent shield was opened in front of Bennett, which was an eighth-level prop.
Chris stretched out his claws and punctured the protective shield with an extremely sharp gesture, as if he was pricking a bubble.
Then, he stabbed Bennett with unabated force.
At this time, the young master was simply frightened and had no reaction. He neither ran away nor defended himself.
From here it can be seen that Bennett's combat experience is quite lacking. If he were replaced by Moulton, he would have at least three ways to deal with it.
After all, he was a young master from an imperial noble family, and everyone had to give face to the family behind him, which gave Bennett few opportunities to take action.
What's more, with the accumulation of huge resources, Bennett's cultivation path has been smooth sailing. Even if it is his turn to take action, he will crush the opponent in terms of level.
Therefore, Bennett's actual combat experience is simply embarrassing.
But the armor he wore was very hard, which caused a lot of resistance to Chris.
"Yeah!" Chris shouted loudly, the demonic fighting energy continued to be output, and the force suddenly increased.
With the sound of sharp claws piercing the body, Chris's dragon claw successfully pierced Bennett's stomach.
But as an eighth-level knight, Bennett's attack was not fatal. He still had a breath left, and the armor he wore frantically absorbed the nearby grass elements to heal his injuries.
Chris felt a strong murderous intention in his heart, and he pulled out the dragon's claw and stabbed Bennett in the head.
"Boy, how dare you!" Thomson shouted angrily, and took out a dark-black spear and threw it at Chris's dragon claw.
The situation at the scene was so bad that if his nephew died in front of his eyes, he would have no way to explain to his brother when he returned.
Chris had no intention of dodge, so he took the risk of injury and crushed Bennett's head with his claws.
The battle was over in just a few seconds, quite quickly.
When Chris showed his true strength, Bennett, a pampered young master, had no ability to resist.
What's more, Chris released the forbidden spell without saying a word, killing his opponent completely instantly.
Thomson was simply desperate, and a touch of sadness emerged in his heart.
At this time, the spear he projected landed on Chris's right arm, and the sharp spear tip easily penetrated the defense of the Dragon King of Destruction and was completely submerged in it.
Chris felt the extremely strong pain. He let out a shrill cry, gritted his teeth, used two claws to take out the spear, and threw it to the ground.
Dragon King Kai tried his best to recover his injuries, but the opponent's weapon had a strange cold aura that prevented the wounds from recovering.
The two energies competed within Chris' body, causing him some pain.
Thomson waved, and the spear shook slightly and flew back into his palm.
"You boy, you really deserve to die!" Thomson stared at his nephew's body, almost going crazy with anger.
Chris mocked: "Haha, you are the same. You are an old immortal who is hundreds of years old, but you still want to help future generations to stand out, and you want to bully the small with your big one. You have completely disgraced the face of the ninth-level powerhouse."
"You!" Thomson's face turned blue and white, uncertain.
"You sharp-tongued boy, watch me kill you on the spot to avenge Bennett!"
Thomson was furious and stabbed Chris with a spear.
Chris endured the severe pain and summoned the dragon roar, holding it in his inflexible left hand, and slashed forward.
Thomson raised his spear to block, and the two weapons collided in the air.
"Keng!"
The metal collided, and there was a crisp buzzing sound.
Thomson is worthy of being a ninth-level knight. His strength is quite astonishing, and he withstood the attack of the red dragon.