Magical Strategist

Immediately, the real dragon used three flame spears in succession. After doubling its mana, the power of the flame spear was greatly enhanced, and it could blast a hole through even a copper or iron wall.

Unexpectedly, the brave armor used only one arm to easily resolve the real dragon's moves one by one.

This scene was definitely not what the real dragon wanted to see, it was a spell he used with all his strength!

At this time, the real dragon was obviously tired, and the color of his fighting spirit also changed from light blue back to its original silver.

Obviously, when the ten minutes are up, the effect of the medicine stops suddenly!

The Xing Wan is like a stimulant, which can make people forget the pain in a short period of time. Once the effect of the medicine wears off, the real dragon will immediately be in pain.

Yong Jia burst out laughing and mocked: "Reaching the limit so quickly? If I had known this, I wouldn't have had to change my body. But you have to thank me. Rather than being tortured to death by my injuries, it would be better for you to be killed by me." Punching to death is a pleasure, then..."

The real dragon felt like it was being grabbed by the neck and pulled into the air by a strange force. Wherever he had the strength to fight back, a feeling of suffocation swept over him. The hemiplegia I had just been beaten, would I have to go through it again?

Yong Jia raised his fist and aimed it at the real dragon's head. He wanted to crush the real dragon's head with one punch. This kind of strange power can break even a piece of steel into pieces, let alone a head.

"Are you afraid of death? If you are, just close your eyes and it will feel better. Oh, you are really not afraid of death. Why are you staring at me? Okay, just watch your head fly out!"

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Phew!

There was a muffled sound not far away.

The real dragon turned his head with difficulty, and he saw the iron armor stabbing the sharp sword into Parker's chest.

The ugly and ferocious face laughed wildly: "Oh, I haven't heard such a pleasant sound for a long time. The sharp sword pierced the skin and penetrated the internal organs. This continuous sound is so exciting."

Yongjia also laughed sinisterly in cooperation. He raised his eyebrows and said to the real dragon: "Let me see if you are so scared that you are crying? It doesn't matter, poor thing, because you will be able to meet him soon. Forbearance." Stay focused..."

"enough!"

The real dragon was furious and turned its head violently. The ferocious expression really frightened Yongjia.

As a Zerg, Yong Jia has lived in the dark abyss for so many years. What terrifying face has he not seen?

Only the real dragon's face at this moment made his hair stand on end!

Ah!

Yong Jia was frightened and quickly let go of the real dragon, his body retreating uncontrollably.

"Yong Jia, what's wrong with you? Kill him quickly!" Seeing Yong Jia's abnormal behavior, Tie Jia hurriedly urged. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that his body was suppressed by an inexplicable force.

"I can't move my body, what's going on!?"

"Black, fighting spirit... blood elf's, essence source?" Yong Jia said tremblingly.

The one closest to the real dragon is also the most intimidated. My chest was weighed down by an invisible force.

Even the firefly in the distance clearly felt that his chest was tight and his breathing was not smooth. She recalled the time in Patch City, when the real dragon killed the powerful Minotaur with his bare hands. "The power can be felt from such a long distance. Even Sister Yue may not be able to achieve this level. In terms of strength alone, it even exceeds Bai Fei!"

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"How do you want to die?!" The real dragon turned around and said fiercely to the armor. He has accumulated too much anger for too long, and now he has completely exploded!

Yong Jia finally took a breath and said, "No matter what you are...what background you are...I will definitely...kill you today!" After saying this, he pounced on you with all his teeth and claws.

"Get away!" Seeing the true dragon's black essence spiraling up, he shouted angrily and punched Yong Jia in the stomach.

bump!

Yong Jia's bulky body was beaten far away.

That's right, it's just a punch, just an ordinary punch!

After dealing with the brave armor, the real dragon took steps towards the iron armor.

The purpose is clear: beat Parker's murderer to a pulp!

The murderous intent is getting closer and closer, and the blood-red eyes are more like a demon's armor, and the whole body is trembling. "You, don't come over...don't come over...or I won't be polite..."

The real dragon was getting closer and closer. When he walked to Parker, he saw him smiling at him: "I knew you wouldn't fall down like this, Brother Lear..."

Little did he know that Parker's wound was forcing the blood back into his body due to the pressure.

"Thanks to you, it seems I won't die today." Parker closed his eyes and smiled lightly.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the real dragon, making his facial expression even more terrifying. He stood in front of Tie Jia and would hit Tie Jia with his fist at any time.

Iron Armor swallowed his saliva, the hellish torture was about to come.

As expected, the real dragon roared loudly. The fists like a shower hit the armored body angrily.

A dozen punches? Twenty punches? Or thirty punches?

The armor quickly broke to pieces. Finally, I had to escape from this body.

A black beetle prepares to run away in despair.

"Where to run!" The real dragon firmly grabbed one of the beetle's legs. Now he was in a crazy state, and he greeted him with his fists without hesitation.

With a loud "praise" sound, the rock-hard armor cracked, and dark green liquid splashed out.

The beetle struggled, but it could not resist the ferocious attack of the real dragon.

"Tiejia! No!" Tiejia's life hangs on a thread, and Yongjia immediately comes to take revenge.

The real dragon suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yong Jia coldly: "Don't worry, you will be next!"

Eyes with endless murderous intent!

Yong Jia was scared, terrified. He could only stand there blankly... His eyes full of fear reflected the fist of the real dragon.

Whoosh!

Caught off guard.

An infinitely powerful hand grabbed the real dragon's wrist with ease.

Is it Yongjia?

No.

The real dragon looked up.

There were actually two more men in front of them who smelled like corpses.

"Holy King, Li Jia, you are finally here!" Yong Jia shouted excitedly.

The man holding the real dragon's wrist was naked from the waist up and had an indifferent look on his face. He said to the followers beside him: "Li Jia, quickly bring the iron armor to heal your wounds."

Yes!

I saw Li Jia carrying the iron armor far away, filling a large number of branches and leaves into the injured part of the iron armor, and using some magic, the carapace that was broken by the real dragon miraculously grew back.

"It's because of my incompetence that I couldn't get the magic sword." Yong Jia quickly knelt down to apologize.

The Holy King shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter, you have tried your best. Please step back first, I want to see who hurt you two like this."

The Holy King was parasitic on a tall and thin corpse, and he walked towards the real dragon step by step.

"There are bugs everywhere! You all deserve to die!" The real dragon roared angrily, exploding all the essence sources.

Facing such a powerful source of essence, Holy King Aludiba couldn't help but be surprised by the young man's power. It's just that he himself is strong enough and is not affected by the source of essence.