Dragon Zero

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The time goes back to more than ten minutes ago. The leader of the yellow shirt, Juno, took over the battle between Hu Sang and the swordsman Kirton. He hooked his finger, and a long stick was rotated back and forth in his hand: "Beautiful, chic. Gee, you are the type that I like, I have a little bit of you."

Kirton frowned. "What the **** are you talking about!"

Juno licked his lips and said, "Don't get me wrong, I mean your fighting style. I appreciate your skillful opponents more than rude brute force. Come on, let me see if your life is good. ."

"Shut up~!" Kirton seemed disgusted with the other party's way of speaking and rushed up with his swords. His heart was slightly shocked, the opponent was very agile, and his body movement was very flexible. He even attacked four strokes and thirteen knives. Eleven knives were avoided by the opponent with strange movements, and two The knife was blocked by the long stick in his hand. Korton was confident that he couldn't even compare with his boss Karasias in the tricks, but he was evaded by the opponent.

The other side easily walked to one side without shooting, twisting his neck, jumping his feet, doing a warm-up exercise again and hooked his hands again, showing a contemptuous smile.

Korton spit out a smoky thick sputum. Just after a fierce battle, the whole body activity started, the hand was hot, the two swords flexibly rotated 540 degrees in the palm, and the sword was held in the backhand. He has been producing swords very fast, this time faster, the fire-burning double swords are like the fire butterflies dancing in the paint night, the sword style suddenly goes up and down, and suddenly, so that the nearby Meade has never seen the world. The Gat militia was breathtaking.

"Interesting." Juno blocked dozens of swords in succession, and a five-color stick hit the chopping sound. The moves of the two sides are not played fast or fast, and they all react with quick response and changeable skills. No matter whether it is offensive or defensive, it is always a move that has not been done one by one.

This set of "Butterfly Shadow" is the most skillful move used by Kordon. In the heads-up duel, he thinks that few people with the same strength can win him. His sword is erratic, nimble, and endless, unlike the guys who shoot rigidly, under the endless burning flame of the flame soul, even if the power in his hand is not used very much, his blade is not Dare to despise.

But under his confident sword move, his right shoulder suddenly felt a pain, the other party's long stick was poked on his shoulder, and at the same time he saw the complacent face of the other party.

"Hey, I found the flaw!" Juno sent it to the stick, resting it on the other person's shoulder, and when he spoke he was already kicking seven or eight legs.

Kirton's move was broken, but he didn't come to parry. He was kicked back and forth. He didn't know how many feet he suffered on his face, head, and chest. Finally, his head was heavily hit by the opponent, kicked by the opponent, and the sword in his hand Almost got off.

Juno stood on one foot, and the other kick kicked sideways was still hanging in the mid-air of a person. He shook his ankles and extinguished the flames on his trouser legs. The stick in his hand danced a few circles of pestle on the ground. : "Beautiful Butterfly Flame Shadow, few people will practice this trick so skillfully. It seems that areas with low magical martial arts are also beneficial. At least they can work hard to concentrate on a trick."

Kordon stood up swaying from the ground, the flames of Flame Soul Ghost had disappeared, and his face was covered with blood. He held his forehead and clearly felt his forehead beaten by that stick: "The stick in his hand..." He had been beaten by several sticks just now. When each stick hit him, he was beaten. The magic that was flowing was suddenly emptied.

Junomo held the stick in his palm: "Did you notice it? Then you have to be careful. My "clown" can dispel the magic in your body. Don't be hit by it, otherwise your offensive will be attacked again. It interrupted."

Kordon wiped the blood from his face, and the ghost armor on his body burned again: "Yan Gui... Flamebreaker~!"

The new move is renewed. Under the blessing of the flame ghost, the power of the flamebreaker is greatly increased. The double swords drag a flame of more than 4 meters on the ground, and the left and right swords arrive one after another.

"Your flaws are too much." After a brief confrontation, Juno's long stick swept to his left leg and right waist again. The magic that was normally functioning and flowing in Kirton's body immediately broke off in space and time, and the flames on the sword move suddenly. Dimmed. He vigorously raised his magic power and then made a sword move. Unexpectedly, he didn't fight for a few rounds and was interrupted by a stick.

"You only have such strength? That's when you **** it." Juno no longer waited for mercy, kicking his legs repeatedly, people suddenly rose and fell, suddenly left and right, and his legs were irregular, making people unpredictable. Very defensive.

Block the left side, kick right foot. Blocking the right side, the crotch was kicked again. Kirton was kicked without any resistance, the opponent still refused to give up, and a set of consecutive kicks was never interrupted.

"Sir Keton..." The bureaucrats nearby couldn't see it anymore. The knife brought the beast to reinforce the aid. The three school officials worked together to make the other party temporarily retreat.

Juno's pair of feet finally landed: "Oh, with two strokes, three people can move together. Let's go together." The "clown" stick in his hand danced into an afterimage.

The three school officials took the opportunity to fight against him with a World of Warcraft. They were considered to be a few good hands of Korton's men. When they were on the West Coast, they worked together to resist pirates. At that time, they were not even so in the army. Dazzling and excellent, but can also make colleagues and superiors dare not despise. But the opponents they met today are not ordinary. In Sindmore like fish and snakes, where the masters come out, there can be some people with small names. How can the strength in their hands be average?

Sweeping sticks and kicking the legs, the other party is supplemented by sticks, and the main leg skills. It didn't take much effort to watch, but it was easy to hit the gaps and flaws exposed when the three of them joined forces.

The school officials were constantly injured, and they didn’t know how many sticks were drawn and how many kicks were taken, and they couldn’t help but secretly said: “It’s not an opponent at all! This person is from San Vikya, everyone here is like that. Is it strong?"

"It's not interesting, just this strength." Juno said with ease, without any mercy in his hand. Several heavy sticks were drawn. Three people vomited blood, and one person's neck was cut off and died on the spot.

The sword swordr Kirton put the sword in his hands with his hands on the ground, supporting his body, and the blood from his head stained the whole face with red. The skull shattered, and he could feel the tingling of the finely broken bone **** in his head. Imitation elemental regeneration can repair the damage on the body, he can do it, but... the fire and death in front of him, the officers under his hands are exhausted to resist the invasion of the enemy, screams, crying from the ears, some Far away, it sounds so real in my ears.

"I don't have much physical strength...the magic power also..." Korton clearly sensed the weakness caused by physical weakness. The muscles were sore, the wounds became numb, and the hands holding the swords should have been the smoothest, because that was his most proud place, but now he was shaking involuntarily. The physical strength is really not much. Although the battles in the past few days have been recuperating, they are always running. The injuries have not been healed, and the physical fitness has not been restored to the best state. This is war. War is not a duel. It will not wait for the two sides to make adjustments before fighting. Kirton has always known this and is often mentioned in books. But until today he didn't really realize the difference in war, the feeling of powerlessness, the suffocating rhythm of constant fighting.

The two school officials could not stop it. They were reluctant to retreat, and they couldn't bear to ignore their superiors. They shouted with screams, and their tone almost burst into tears: "Sir, Mr. Kirton, go quickly, we can't stop it~ !"

"I..." Kordon braced his sword and stepped back step by step. The long stick of the opponent dispelled a lot of magic in his body. The physical magic was not enough to support him and continue the fight. He turned back to find the direction of retreat, but immediately saw a pair of hatred eyes staring at himself dozens of meters away.

It was Jean Husang. Although he was organizing a team battle, he could keep in mind that the power remained with Kirton. He was waiting, waiting for the time for revenge.

At this time, the battlefield was very stale and chaotic, and there was already a phenomenon of floating people in this unit under the command of Kedon. Those troops mainly composed of scattered soldiers on the West Coast have received intensive training for a short period of time, but when faced with high-intensity battlefield pressure, they cannot support their hearts. On the other hand, many of the militia soldiers under Hu Sang's men were many who had experienced the war of the Great Patriotic War or two, and they were more determined than the West Coast Army in front of them. The morale of the battlefield has always changed, and sometimes it has changed inadvertently.

The magical fireball flickered brightly and darkly, the soldiers wore locks and leather armor, waved swords and shields in their hands, and voices of doubt and desertion appeared in the team. The enemy's new wave of offensives rushed up, and they saw the uneasiness of Korton's troops, shouting one after another that the Swordsman Korton had been beheaded, and some people took up a long pole with a head hanging .

Such news was disastrous in the ears of the Kordon troops. They all knew that Korton's body was burning with fire during the battle, which was very eye-catching, but now they haven't seen that kind of fire for a few minutes.

The army's army was in a state of chaos. Some soldiers wanted to retreat to join the friendly army in the south, and some wanted to lean east and merge with the main force of the army. The officers had no superiors and did not know how to make a choice. In such a situation, the entire team would collapse in less than two minutes.

Kordon did not want this to happen. He wanted to find some of his own officers to tell them that he was still alive, but his throat was clogged with dry **** phlegm. He tried to shout a few times, the voice was too chaotic, no one could hear his voice.

At this time, the stick hit, and a stick stood straight on his throat. Juno rushed forward with a somewhat playful smile against the "clown" stick: "Did you only run so far in a few minutes?" It seems that you are still hesitating whether to stay or run away. This is not a good habit. Hesitation makes you miss the last chance."

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