The demon warrior in the form of a dragon, plus the two special effects artifacts of dragon roar and indestructible armor, give Chris a strength far beyond the same level.
But when facing the peak third-level knight Flanton, he still felt inexplicable pressure.
Chris shouted low and rushed forward with Dragon Roar in hand, silver fighting spirit sweeping over the sword body.
Flanton tightened the sword in his hand and slashed at him.
"Cang!" The weapons were handed over, followed by a dull metal collision.
The recoil force came from the palm of his hand. Chris staggered and retreated seven or eight steps before he could barely buffer the potential energy on his body. Every step left deep footprints on the ground.
Flanton took two or three steps back. He raised his eyes and looked at the big knife with a gap in his hand. He couldn't help but cursed: "His grandma, now even the little baron in the country can use such a good weapon?"
Then, he looked at the dragon roar in Chris's hand, with a greedy look in his eyes: "This sword is good, I want it!"
Chris frowned. Even his strength in dragon form was far behind his opponent's. No wonder Jonathan was beaten so badly by Flanton.
"Magic, thunderous!" The dragon roared and pointed forward. Not far away, a thick dark cloud appeared above Flanton's head, and arcs of electricity shone in the clouds.
Since being promoted to the second-level magic warrior, Chris has learned several powerful second-level magics from Tina, and now they are finally put to use.
A dozen dark blue lightning bolts as thick as arms fell from the dark clouds, swallowing Flanton up in an instant.
Countless tiny arcs of electricity were swimming in the air, making a constant "pop" sound.
Chris knew in his heart that it was impossible to defeat the opponent with this second-level magic alone, so the moment the lightning hit the ground, he ran towards Franton with the help of the magic's cover effect.
At this moment, Franton stabbed the big knife into the ground in front of him, shaking up large tracts of sand with his fighting spirit. The gray cyclone spread out around him, forming an oval shield, protecting him well.
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The sand shield has very good electrical conductivity and prevents Flanton from being harmed by lightning.
But the thunder was not without effect. More than a dozen lightning bolts concentrated on one point and finally broke a hole in the shield.
The last bolt of lightning struck in, causing Flanton to twitch all over, his hair curling and exploding, with wisps of green smoke rising from it.
At the same time, Chris had already rushed to the front, and stabbed out with a sword filled with fighting spirit.
Flanton came to his senses, pulled out the broadsword that had been inserted into the ground, and held the broad blade in front of his eyes.
"Ding!"
The tip of the sword is pressed against the body of the sword, unable to move forward even an inch.
"Lightning!" Chris released his magic again, and blue arcs of electricity raged on the dragon's roar.
Flanton trembled all over and foamed at the mouth.
This is the correct way of fighting for a demon warrior holding a dragon tooth sword, and his attacks can often achieve unexpected results.
The dragon's roar moved up, taking advantage of the opponent's moment of paralysis to point at his throat.
Flanton was worthy of being a third-level peak knight. His perception of danger quickly woke him up. He turned his head slightly and narrowly dodged the incoming sword blade.
Long Xiao cut off a few strands of hair and opened a shallow blood line on his neck.
Chris passed by Flanton, and there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him. He quickly turned around, holding the dragon roar with both hands and slashing forward.
Flanton picked up the sword from bottom to top, and the two weapons collided heavily.
If Chris had been slower to react, he might have been split in half by Flanton in an instant.
A powerful repulsive force came from the hilt of the sword, making Chris's arm numb. He quickly flapped his wings and backed away, keeping distance from the opponent. At the same time, he used dragon roar to fire four or five magic spells in succession.
Flanton blocked all the attacks lightly, stepped hard with his feet, and rushed forward like a cannonball. A circle of fine cracks appeared on the ground where he was originally standing.
"Fighting skills, the sword spins a thousand wheels!" The broadsword danced tightly in his hand, and the moon-shaped light and shadow emerged, and the powerful momentum made his robes "grunt".
Flanton's eyes showed a fierce light, he let out a ferocious laugh, and said: "Boy, I want you to die!"
Chris's expression was more solemn than ever before, and the offensive energy emanating from the other party made his scalp numb.
"Go!" Flanton directly threw the big knife over. The silver light wheel was like a cutting machine, and even the space seemed to be cut in half from the middle.
The speed of the light wheel is extremely fast, and it is impossible to avoid it.
Chris released a lot of fighting spirit and built a silver fighting spirit shield in front of him. Even so, he still didn't feel any sense of security. Two flesh wings were crossed and stacked in front of him, firmly protecting his body.
Inside.
"Boom!"
The light wheel hit the shield, and the deep sound made the eardrums hurt.
Soon, a crack appeared on the grudge shield, and gradually spread to the entire shield surface until it was completely broken.
Then the light wheel cut into the outer ring of flesh wings, and the flesh wings were torn apart at an extremely fast speed.
Heartbreaking pain hit him, and Chris gritted his teeth so hard that the wings were like a part of his body, and the pain would be fed back to him.
Finally, the wings turned into red light particles and scattered, and Chris' body was exposed.
Fortunately, the light wheel had been weakened to a dim color, leaving only a large knife spinning rapidly.
Chris blocked the dragon's roar in front of him, and he could even hear the dragon soul inside whining.
His hands were so shaken that he almost lost consciousness. Finally, at a certain moment, Long Xiao took off his hands and flew out.
"Not good!" At the critical moment, Chris quickly crossed his arms to protect his vitals.
The broadsword hit Chris' arm hard, losing its potential energy, and fell to the ground, half of the blade being submerged.
Even the defense that did not break through the armor could not withstand this damage. A huge gap was cut in the arm, the flesh and blood rolled, and bright red blood flowed out along the gaps in the armor.
After it is finished, the unbroken armor will recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it will be intact as before in just a few breaths.
But Chris's injuries were not easy to recover from. Blood flowed into the armor and became sticky.
Flanton's expression changed. He didn't expect that the most powerful attack he was proud of was successfully resisted by this young nobleman. He only suffered minor injuries.
"It's my turn." Chris raised his injured arm with difficulty. Such a simple movement made him grin in pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
"Magic, bursting fireball!" The strong fire elements quickly gathered in front of him, forming a huge fireball with a diameter of one meter and two meters.
"Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon." The other hand was not idle as the fighting spirit gathered together and turned into a silver fighting spirit dragon.
"It's not enough." Chris raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "The fighting spirit is burning!"
Shortly after he finished speaking, the entire body of the fighting spirit dragon completely turned red, and flames burned brightly, complementing the exploding fireball.
Flanton was startled by Chris's terrifying appearance, and felt a fatal threat from this blow.
According to the past situation, after the sword cuts the enemy in half from the middle, it will fly back.
But Chris successfully blocked the blow, causing the sword to lose its momentum and fall to the ground.
Therefore, Flanton was in a predicament without a weapon in his hand at this moment.
"Boss, go on!" A second-level knight threw the long sword in his hand, but in the next moment, he was chopped to the ground by Jonathan.
Flanton hurriedly caught the weapon, his body shining with fighting spirit, and his eyes were sinister.
"Boy, I will fight with you!" Flanton poured all his fighting spirit into the long sword, and he swung it quickly, making heavy shadows on the sword.
He completely gave up his defense and galloped forward with a vigorous pace, as if he was going to exchange injuries with Chris.
"Go!" Chris pushed forward with his palm, and the fighting spirit dragon surged out against the bursting fireball. The two came from the same source, and seemed to be fused into one.
This blow consumed all the magic power and fighting spirit in Chris' body, and even his strength was drained away. The dragon-like form was immediately released. His body softened and he half-knelt on the ground, staring fixedly forward.
Flanton directly hit Chris' attack with his flesh and blood body, and his long sword chopped the exploding fireball into countless flames, scattering them all over the ground.
Then, his whole body crashed into the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
"Boom!" Accompanied by a violent explosion, flames engulfed it, and a red mushroom cloud rose from the ground.
The fire cloud floated, and Flanton emerged from it. The armor on his body was shattered into pieces, with only some strips of cloth remaining to connect the metal pieces to his body.
His eyes were bulging and his eyes were fierce.
Chris' expression changed, and now he had no ability to resist.
After running forward a few more steps, Flanton fell to the ground, his skin turning red and smelling of burnt meat.
He was less than half a meter away from Chris, and the red-hot sword fell next to Chris.
If Flanton could hold on for just one or two seconds, the final outcome might still be unknown.
"Hoo, ho." Chris gasped, his back completely soaked in cold sweat.
A third-level peak knight died in his hands and fell in front of him.
The shouts of killing stopped, and a deathly silence spread around.
"That little baron has no fighting ability, kill him!" Someone in the crowd shouted. Before he could finish his words, Tina turned him into ashes with a little magic.
But this reminder made the robbers jealous.
A human head worth four thousand gold coins was right in front of him.
They completely ignored their opponents and rushed towards Chris regardless of their own safety.
Jonathan, Tina, and Linda tried their best, and six or seven more robbers fell, but they did not stop the rest at all.
"Chris!"
"Sir, run away!"
The fastest runner had already rushed in front of Chris, raising the sword in his hand with a cruel smile on his face.
At this moment, a red figure ran up to Chris, thrust his horns on his back, and led him out of the encirclement quickly.
At the critical moment, he stepped in to save Chris' life.
The robbers were chasing after him, but they couldn't keep up with the speed of pulling the roots.
Jonathan Tina and others breathed a sigh of relief. They took advantage of this opportunity to kill three more robbers.
He carried Chris 500 meters away and found a safe place to put him down.
Then, red rays shot out from its horns and fell into Chris's chest.
Chris felt that one-third of his fighting spirit had been restored, and some of his strength had also been restored.
But Lagen became quite weak as a result, and could not even support his body and fell sideways.
Chris quickly supported it, patted its head, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest."
He closed his eyes peacefully.
Chris used the magic soul ball to take it back, then turned to face the many bandits who were running towards him, his fists making a "clucking" sound.
"It's your turn!" Chris rushed towards them, and with a move of his hand, the dragon's roar turned into a stream of red light and flew towards him, falling into his palm.
The two sides walked opposite each other and met each other in only about ten seconds.
"Dragon form!" Chris was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. Every time the dragon roared, it could bring up a piece of flesh and blood.
After the exhaustion of the battle, the condition of the bandits was greatly reduced.
No level 3 knight or below would be able to catch Chris's move.
In an instant, severed limbs and broken arms flew everywhere.
After Chris passed through the crowd, there were only three third-level knights and two second-level knights left among the bandits, and each of them was injured.
The five people knew that the situation was beyond control and wanted to scatter and escape.
Tina took Linda and used levitation to fall in front of them.
Jonathan appears on the right.
Hilo and several other knights stopped on the left side.
Chris was blocked in the back, surrounded from all sides.
A total of thirty-five bandits came with strong confidence and wanted to exchange the little baron's head for a bounty of four thousand gold coins.
They never expected that they would end up like this.
Even the most powerful boss fell into the hands of that noble.
"Come with me!" shouted a third-level knight, taking the lead to attack where Shiloh and the others were.
He has already seen that this direction is the weak point of the attack.
Tina snorted coldly, pointed her wand forward, and a fierce wall of wind blocked the way of the robbers.
The third-level knight quickly stopped, and if he moved any further, his body would be torn into pieces by the violent whirlwind.
Chris rushed towards them again, Tina released powerful magic from the side to contain them, and Linda planted magic plants to cause a lot of trouble to the bandits.
"Poof! Poof!"
Continuous attacks eliminated the two second-level knights, while the remaining third-level knights were still resisting.
Tina and Linda cooperated with each other, gradually causing trauma to them.
Judging from the current situation, it is only a matter of time before the bandits are wiped out.
"Boom!" A strong wind blade opened a bleeding hole in the body of a third-level knight. Various organs such as intestines were scattered, and blood flowed out.
He collapsed weakly on the ground, his eyes gradually losing their luster.
The situation of the remaining two people was not optimistic either. One had a broken arm, the other had his eye blinded, and there was not much fighting spirit left in his body.
"Wait a minute!" The man with the broken arm raised his intact hand, "Do you want to know who hired us?"
Chris raised his hand to stop Tina Linda and the others from attacking.
The man with the broken arm took a few breaths and said, "Let us live, and I'll tell you who wants to kill you."