The tip of the lightsaber stopped a few inches away from the dragon's chest, and was blocked by the dragon's hand!
The dragon just deliberately created a loophole to let the evil star be fooled!
"Hahahahahaha! ------Among the adventurers I have ever seen, you are the stupidest one!" Long smiled sinisterly, blocking the weapon in the evil star's hand with his arm, and using his other hand
Use your palm to knock over the Xinghui Dragon! Under the powerful impact, the evil star flew ten yards away!
Bump! He hit the stone wall with a thick muffled sound. However, thanks to the game's settings, the evil star was not particularly seriously injured -- he just spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Is there really nothing wrong with him?" Hal couldn't help but asked worriedly when he saw that the evil star was defeated in the battle.
"Haha, it's exactly the same as in memory, although the position is opposite." The evil star got up while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
As soon as he got up, the dragon was already in front of him.
"Boy, what's your name?" In the darkness, the dragon's eyes emitted two terrifying golden lights.
"Evil star." Xing Huilong's face was unmoved. He was used to such scenes.
"Then, evil star." Greedy saliva dripped from the corner of the dragon's mouth: "If you dare to challenge me, you are dead! What are your last words?"
"That ------" A sneer flashed across the evil star's face, he made a provocative gesture, and repeated from his memory: "I'll tell you if you can win!"
In an instant, the battle between the dragon and the evil star began.
"Hoo!" The dragon spit out a rain of fire, and thousands of tiny fireballs shot out like lava droplets. Each shot was enough to set people on fire.
However, the evil star jumped up and used subtle movements to avoid the flying rain of fire.
The fireball shot toward his chest, the evil star leaned back slightly, and the fireball passed by his left shoulder;
The flame tongue was about to engulf his left leg, but he twisted his waist with amazing softness, and the flame only blew over his heel;
Fine fire particles rushed toward his face. Evil Star stretched out his finger and flicked it a few times, and the fire particles with sharp gravels flew away.
Every attack was disintegrated the moment it almost hit the evil star. The flames only left many scorching marks on his armor, but they could never hurt him.
However, this was all within the dragon's expectation.
"Roar!" The giant dragon raised a wall of fire, and the blazing fire surged close to the ground, forcing the evil star to dodge in mid-air.
"Hiss!" The dragon spit out a huge fireball and hit it in the direction where the evil star landed. The cunning dragon calculated the opponent's movements and laid a fatal trap before the evil star reached the predetermined movement trajectory!
It would be too late to dodge after landing. The evil star had an idea and kicked the stone wall, using the reaction force of the stone wall to change its direction in an instant.
Bump! The fireball hit the evil star and exploded! Jin Shining rolled over with his head in his arms. Under the impact of the explosion, he took the opportunity to roll in front of the dragon.
"What?!" Faced with the sudden change, the giant dragon was stunned for a moment, but he had experienced many battles and was not intimidated. He swept his tail, intending to sweep away the nearby enemy with one blow!
Bang! The tail hit the evil star hard, and the evil star who was supposed to cut off the opponent's tail was swept away!
Pound! The evil star hit the stone wall of the cave heavily again and fell!
"Is he really okay?!" Daniel, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but asked worriedly.
"Hehehehe! It's okay!" The evil star climbed up as if nothing had happened and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Everything I did just now was just to pay tribute to the previous battle."
Although there was a heartbreaking pain on his back, this kind of pain was a common occurrence for the evil star. He could bear it: "I still can't learn Arthur's fighting style."
He deliberately imitated Arthur's movements back then, and wanted to use Arthur's method to defeat the red fire dragon in front of him - the evil star of the year. But that obviously didn't work. The evil star was not as good as Nian Shao
At that time, Arthur's speed and accuracy of drawing the sword were not as high as Arthur's.
"Forget it!" Evil Star raised his lightsaber and pointed it at the dragon's head: "I've had enough fun. I'll just use my own fighting style to have a good fight with you!"
At the same time, Bediwell drove his iron horse back to the Cairo Grand Hotel. When he pushed his shiny new iron horse into the underground parking lot, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the damn parking lot guard.
The guard didn't say anything and let him go in despair, letting Bediwell park the cavalry in the underground parking lot.
When he climbed down from the iron bike, locked the vehicle, and was about to go back to his room from the elevator in the underground parking lot, a voice from behind stopped him: "You have a very nice car, sir."
"Huh?" The werewolf turned around and saw a middle-aged man getting out of his luxury car. He was probably a guest of this hotel.
The appearance of this middle-aged man greatly attracted Bedivere's attention: he was an orc.
To be more precise, this is a lion man, a very rare race among orcs. Although he is old, his golden fluffy lion mane is simply extremely handsome, just looking at this man
With his outfit, you can vaguely feel that he is some kind of big shot.
Bediwell looked at the lion-man uncle and was stunned for several seconds before he said: "Sir, you are very knowledgeable. I just bought this iron horse and it was refurbished not long ago. But it is no longer the original product."
, the anti-gravity engines and thrusters have long been replaced with something else."
"I can see it." The lion man only glanced at Bedivere, and his eyes couldn't help but stick to the outer shell of the iron cavalry, as if there was a great attraction that attracted him: "I
Can I touch it?"
"Well... you can do whatever you want." Bedivere didn't like his mount being touched by strangers, but it seemed that it wouldn't be a good idea to refuse him like this, so he had to pretend to be generous and obey the lion man uncle.
The man put his hand on the shining silver shell of the cavalry and stroked it gently. Although this was a lion man, he seemed to be different from ordinary orcs--his hand
There is no lion hair on the palm, but it is exactly the same as a human hand, a pair of thick white male palms.
Is this man really a lion? Or is he half lion and half human? Bedivere couldn't help but doubt for a while.
The lion-man uncle only touched the shell of the iron cavalry, and immediately took a few steps back in a sensible manner, muttering with doubt in his mouth: "How strange. This kid is so similar to the mount of a friend of mine in the past.
Yes. But... it’s impossible. The iron cavalry from decades ago cannot be restored to a brand new condition no matter how much it is refurbished. Am I overly concerned?"
This guy knows Sword Saint Yak!? Bediwell couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart. He almost wanted to question the relationship between the lion man and Sword Saint Yak, but the werewolf finally gave up. The night was already late, Bediwell
I was so exhausted that I wished I could go back to my room to take a shower and go to bed immediately, as I didn't want to cause any more trouble.
"Little brother." The lion-man uncle didn't want to give up yet, and said to Bediwell: "I'll give you a good price. Can you sell this iron cavalry to me?"
Bediwell became unhappy when he heard this: "I'm sorry, this bike is not for sale. I still need to use it tomorrow."
"Really?" The man was very generous and did not pester the werewolf. Instead, he politely took out a small piece of paper from the pocket of his expensive suit and handed it to Bedivin: "
If you change your mind, please contact me. Call the number on the back of this card and state my real name, and you can talk to me without any hindrance. I am waiting for your good news."
"Uh... Okay." Bediwell was still a little hostile when he took the card. He asked curiously: "This iron cavalry may just look like one of your friends' mounts, but it may be completely different inside. I
Maybe he is a liar, maybe he will sell you this motorcycle for a high price of one million ---then do you still want to buy it?"
"Well, I want to buy it." The lion-man uncle didn't even frown. To him, one million feelings was just a small amount of pocket money: "This child may not be the same as the original one, but I
I will still buy it. Money is not an issue. This is a memorial to my deceased friend."
The werewolf remained silent. This lion-man uncle might really know Sword Saint Yak, and the two might even have a deep connection. Bedivere picked up the card again and looked at it. This man's name--Sa
Erlding------ uses clear black letters in white and is printed in the center of the pure black card. It looks simple, powerful, and very impressive.
"Well, Mr. Sardin." Bedivere put the card away, turned around and left: "Good night."
"Good night, little brother." The other party did not try to persuade the werewolf, nor did he follow him, but politely watched Bediwell enter the elevator in the parking lot.
Bedivere watched the elevator door close, but he had a dark idea in his mind. King Arthur planned to hunt down the fleeing Sword Saint Jacques. Maybe this lion man uncle could provide them with some useful information. The werewolf and this Saladin
Contact the uncle and get as much information as possible from the uncle. Maybe it can help the King of Knights, God knows.
Saladin? ------Be sure to visit this wonderful lion man when you have time.
Bedivere took the elevator back to the floor of his guest room. He thought that Elaine, who was in the same guest room with him, had fallen asleep. But before he opened the door, he heard a rapid breathing sound in the room. The breathing sound of Elaine, the White Bear Man.
The sound was so rapid that it sounded like asthma.
Bediwell didn't know if Elaine had respiratory disease, nor did he know if the White Bear Man would get sick at this time. In short, the sound sounded very bad--god, the White Bear Man might even have been attacked by other candidates.
The attacker is currently fighting in the room! And with Elaine's clumsy skills and not-so-good brain, I'm afraid she will be at a disadvantage in the battle!
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