Magical Strategist

At this time, Barton stood up, holding a sharp long sword in his hand. He waved to Waiters and said: "I recently created a trick of my own called "Invincible Spirit", and I just used him to test it out." .”

Waiters nodded acquiescing.

Not to mention how angry the real dragon was, the two tiger teeth made a "clucking" sound. But he knew the strength of this Barton. I heard that he was called the "Heiba ​​Divine Sword" in school because he was dark and had few rivals among students of the same level. He has quite a talent for swordsmanship.

Barton calmed down and began to circulate the Qi in his body. He saw his eyes slightly closed and his hands clenching the hilt of the sword. Seeing a faint white fighting spirit forming around his body.

The color of fighting spirit is a proof of strength. From weakest to strongest, it is divided into: white, silver, blue, purple, and gold. Among them, white is the most common. People who have just started to practice spells, swordsmanship, summoning, and animal taming will all have it. The innate white fighting spirit is the materialization of one's own "spiritual energy and spirit". Once the spirit is successfully practiced, the color of the fighting spirit will change and be upgraded to silver fighting spirit. If one continues to practice, he will reach blue fighting spirit. However, it is difficult for most people to achieve purple fighting spirit. If we dig deeper, we will not be able to break through this bottleneck unless we get guidance from an expert.

If you achieve golden fighting spirit, you can look down on the world. However, gold is the rarest, and there are no more than fifty strong men who can possess golden fighting spirit.

In addition, the color of fighting spirit also has a difference between light and dark. The darker the color, the stronger the fighting spirit.

Patton came in force.

Seeing the situation, the real dragon hurriedly recited a spell and placed a crystal wall in front of him. This is the most common defensive spell. Those who learn magic and those who learn swordsmanship must have a solid defense when starting a battle. No matter how bad they are, he still understands these basic common sense.

Barton suddenly yelled and swung his sword at the real dragon with all his strength. A white sword energy shot towards the real dragon, sending sand and rocks flying.

Wow!

The sword energy quickly came into contact with the crystal wall, and the two forces collided, emitting a dazzling light and a harsh sound. The dragon exerts all his strength to maintain the crystal wall (the crystal wall must be maintained by the caster's mana).

But how can one defend against this terrifying true dragon with its powerful sword energy!

Soon, the thick crystal wall was weakened into a thin layer. The scorching sword energy almost touched the real dragon's body, and the scalding heat made him extremely uncomfortable.

The real dragon was in a dilemma and was about to be hit. Do I have to stay in the hospital for half a month again?

"Watch your head!" Waiters, who was watching the battle, suddenly shouted, signaling for Button to retreat quickly.

I saw another young man falling from the sky and standing in front of the real dragon. He waved the scabbard in his hand neatly. Barton couldn't withstand this powerful attack and was forced to be bounced several meters away.

what happened?

The real dragon slowly opened his eyes.

I saw an extra person in front of me. This man was about the same age as himself. He was wearing armor and holding a long sword. His silver hair was draped over his shoulders. He looked very majestic. The young man turned his head and looked at the real dragon coldly, with a pair of cold eyes.

"Brother Carter!" The real dragon shouted happily when he saw this boy named Carter.

Carter snorted, which was his usual way of saying hello.

It can be said that Zhenlong and Carter grew up wearing the same pants, and their relationship can be described as "iron". Whenever the real dragon suffered a loss, Carter stepped forward to help him. It gave the real dragon the courage to challenge Waiters.

I saw Barton getting up from the ground in embarrassment. It seemed that the injury just now had caused him serious injuries. He strode forward and stabbed Carter angrily.

Carter made a flash of cleverness, and Barton jumped in the air. "Just wait, I will make it impossible for you to come back today..." Before Barton finished speaking, Carter punched Barton in the left eye. Barton was rolling on the ground in pain, "You, you dare to hit me...ah!"

bump! ! !

Another punch, and Barton was knocked to the ground without moving.

Waiters was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat when he saw Carter being so powerful. He didn't dare to look at Carter, his eyes stayed on the sword in Carter's hand.

"What, Frost Sword!" Waiters said in surprise. Thinking of the knowledge learned in books, the Frost Sword is not something that ordinary people are qualified to wear. They must achieve outstanding military exploits to be rewarded by the king. It is a symbol of status. For swordsmanship apprentices, the Frost Sword is something that can only be met but not sought.

Seeing such a wonderful performance, the real dragon quickly laughed and said: "Waites, you have today too, come on, come on, don't you want to beat me? Come and spank me." Carter's appearance made the real dragon get carried away, and he provoked Twisted his butt.

Waiters gritted his teeth and flicked the staff in his hand, and a fireball hit the real dragon's ass.

Sure enough, it hit!

"What does it smell like?" Zhenlong smelled bursts of burnt smell. Then his face immediately changed from white to red and from red to purple. When he looked back, his buttocks were on fire. "Ah!" The real dragon let out a shocking roar and then hurriedly beat the flames that were getting stronger and stronger.

Carter's fair face added a layer of gray. Helpless, he threw away the frost sword and extinguished the flames with the cold sword energy.

The real dragon jumped and rubbed his butt, "Oh, it's burning me to death. Brother Carter, save me, I'm about to die!"

Carter had a gloomy face and said nothing...

"Huh? Destroyed? When was it destroyed?" Zhenlong looked at the two big holes in his buttocks in confusion, and the white and black buttocks were not covered at all. At this time, he came back to his senses and roared: "Waite You little bastard, I will kill you!"

There was only a crow call, but no one responded. Waiters had already taken advantage of the chaos and fled with Barton on his back.

"Bah!" Lille spat in the direction of Waiters and raised his middle finger in a contemptuous gesture. A villain is a villain, and I don't want to be as knowledgeable as you. "Brother Carter, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why are you back so soon?"

Carter didn't speak, his face still had a arrogant expression. It took a long time before he finally said, "The general is back. There seems to be something urgent."

"My brother is back? It's impossible. He said that the task can't be completed in ten days and a half." The real dragon was both happy and puzzled. He thought for a while and then said: "Carter, have you had dinner? Why don't you come to my house..." Before he could say the word "dinner", there was no one behind him.

"Weird person!" Zhenlong could only shake his head helplessly.

.........

The "general" in Carter's mouth is no ordinary general. There is only one person in the world who can give orders to Carter, and that is True Dragon's brother.

Not long after Carter left, a loud man's voice came from behind Zhenlong: "Who are you calling weird?".

A young man walked towards the real dragon with a smile. I saw he was in his early twenties. He has long, delicate eyebrows and five-fifty-inch black hair, giving him the appearance of an elegant scholar. I saw him holding a lot of manuscripts in his hands, and he was so tired that he was sweating.

"Pillow, brother, you are really back!" The real dragon was very excited to see Pillow. Seeing my brother holding a thick stack of manuscripts, he quickly and enthusiastically shared most of them.

Piro saw that the real dragon's face was blue and purple, and his clothes were ragged, especially his exposed buttocks. He quickly asked: "What's going on? Who bullied you?"

Of course the real dragon is embarrassed to tell the truth. "This... fell..."

Piro glared and said with a smile, "Thrown it? You are really capable of being able to achieve this kind of virtue by throwing it. Why don't you drop another one for me to see?"

In fact, it goes without saying that this is obviously the result of fighting or corporal punishment at school. "I'm talking about you, why are you fighting again? Go home and see how your good sister Zhenye beats you!"