Whether it is an Eastern Dragon or a Western Dragon, most people often cannot avoid an impression of the "dragon" creature:

Can fly.

Therefore, once the word "dixing" is added, the oriental dragon is probably the same as the reptile centipede, and the western dragon becomes a bulky and slow lizard.

Naturally, there will be no such stereotype every year, but I was also shocked by the unusual charge speed of this Earthling Dragon.

She originally wanted to feint attack and shoot, covering the charge route with dense attacks to obtain enough space for activity, but when her first round of attack flew, the Dixinglong had already jumped out of the predetermined strike surface and was about to pounce in front of Niannian.

He dodged to the side every year, and when he landed on the ground, the "torna" took action, and withdrew several meters with the dispersed wind. Three arrows flew out, reaching the soft abdomen on the side of Dixinglong.

A twelfth roving dragons on the back of the reins, and the dragons on the ground did not slow down. After a sharp turn that obviously violated common sense, the charge speed increased instead of falling. The tip of the golden phoenix's spear almost drew a standard right angle in the air.

Such a big body and such a fast speed, it is not affected by inertia? Where did this thing come from?

The first three arrows were all picked away, and the fourth arrow hit the tip of the golden phoenix's spear. The "ice condenser" effect was triggered, and the spear tip condensed a little about half a meter before her eyes.

Every year, she immediately dodged, and an unusual stagnation came from the Yueling Bow in her hand. She hid again, and glanced at the golden cavalry rifle in Qingshan pierced the point of stagnation, and the gun came out like a dragon, catching lightning to capture thunder.

In the stands, Alexander stood up, and a ball of parchment in his hand rolled to the ground.

Resist the devil?!

"It's not the mount problem, it's because this person's martial arts have reached the level of using martial arts to fight demons."

York also stood up, but he was too short and not as tall as Alexander's thighs.

For example, if he and John have a purely powerful profession, the higher the level, the stronger the magic resistance, it is, I don’t know which level the Dragon Knight off the field is converted into a value that players can understand.

"Why didn't I collect this information? Such an important information!" Alexander murmured, very unwilling.

"The time is so short, and you have to sort out those wanted tasks again, so there will inevitably be some omissions." Sara comforted.

"It may also be that he deliberately hid it before and left a hand." Craft looked at the other audience members who were also surprised and guessed.

"I'm having trouble now..." The twins looked at the two beasts in the arena with eyes fixed on each other, and somebody muttered.

It's really troublesome.

Every year, I couldn't help but feel worried.

There seemed to be a kind of magnetism between her and the Earthly Dragon, which made all the strange reversals and dodges at all angles lost their effect. The golden cavalry of Qingshan was always following her.

The longer they delay on the field, the stronger the magnetic properties; the closer they are to the Earth Dragon, the stronger the magnetic properties.

The result is that the charge speed of the Earth Dragon will become faster and faster, leaving her reaction time shorter and smaller, and her activity space will become smaller and smaller.

For the third time, he avoided Qingshan's charge and realized her predicament every year.

Move forward. The towering green mountains.

The former refers to the attack characteristics of the knight Aoyama. Perhaps his riding ability is excellent, or perhaps his mount is brave, and he will charge forward until the golden cavalry pierces the target's chest steadily.

The latter refers to the oppression brought by his attack method, which is like a mountain pressing down on the top, suffocating the opponent and causing him to gradually become desperate.

If she chooses to continue dodging every year, she will indeed send herself into a state of suffocation and despair.

Standing still in place every year, with tight waist and legs tight, a "ice condenser arrow" flew out from his fingertips and shot towards Qingshan, which was charging forward.

Capturing that second of stagnation, every year rushed forward immediately, his fingers sling the strings, and two subtle melodious strings fell, and were tangled into pieces by the sound of breaking through the air that the golden phoenix roared.

A sudden burst of exclamation sounded in the stands.

In their opinion, every year, they hit the tip of the gun, like a moth to the fire.

The moment he faced the tip of the gun, the elf girl seemed to panic, her feet were chaotic, she turned her back to the sky, and she fell to the ground, a bloodline splashed out, and her body had disappeared every year.

This time, the golden phoenix's sluggishness was obviously unscrupulous.

The tip of the gun stopped at a height of two palms from the ground.

The splashing blood beads finally landed on the ground, merged into the earth, and turned into white mist.

The dragon raised its head and roared sharply. A large piece of bright red liquid splashed out from its abdomen, forming a pool of blood.

He rolled out from under the Earth Dragon every year, turned over, stepped on the chicken claw-like bracket connected to the Golden Phoenix and the Earth Dragon, and sat on the back of the Earth Dragon, behind Qingshan.

The slightly cool magic arrow hit Qingshan's naked back, his left eye was closed every year, and a deep bloodstain slid down half of her forehead, and the flesh turned out gradually tightened and narrowed until the broken jaw.

Judging from the wound, this is a bottom-up scratch.

When she slipped every year, the tip of Huang Jinfeng's gun was probably not far from her throat.

Qingshan lowered his head and saw a trace of ice and snow melting on the ground, leading directly under the Dragon.

The tip of Huang Jinfeng's spear was retracted step by step, and the tip of the arrow pierced inch by year, stopping in front of his beating heart.

"I admit defeat, you won." Qingshan's voice was still stable, his hand holding the gun was released, and the golden phoenix light was completely subsided.

"I've offended." Niannian smiled at the corner of her mouth, feeling that her chin was about to fall off.

Although she hid another "ice condenser arrow" and arrived, she did not dare to give Aoyama time to react, so that he could change the angle and direction of the gun.

Every Nian really exposed his throat to the tip of the gun. He "accidentally" slipped through the thin ice on the ground, turning the injury that pierced his throat into an ordinary skin trauma. He also took the opportunity to slide under Di Xinglong, the blind spot of the Qingshan vision.

Every Nian crushed the magic arrow in his hand, jumped off the back of the Dragon's back, and flipped the Dragon's tail, every Nian jumped away quickly, raised his bow, and immediately approached the location of Qingshan again.

"Don't worry, I have already admitted defeat and will not take action again." Qingshan patted the restless mount and turned over. Seeing Nian's appearance, he was stunned.

"You better stop talking about yourself."

She pulled the bowstrings like a threat every year. Her current appearance of skin and flesh is probably the same as an evil ghost.

"No," Qingshan shook his head, with a little more sincere respect, and lowered his head, "You won, congratulations."

Of course, he was unwilling to accept that the golden phoenix, which could stretch and shorten, was a powerful weapon to deal with such opponents who actively rushed into his body. He was just decisive every year, and he was also confused by the bloody moment he seemed to succeed. Without waiting for him to react, the arrows of every year had already hit his back.

It was obvious that he only lost for one second.

But now it seems that I may not lose unjustly.

It was so cruel to destroy his face. Now he could still be polite with him with a smile on his face. Qingshan suddenly felt a little numb and remembered an old saying from the far east.

...

Above the arena, in a magnificent reception room, Dion let go of his clenched fists and saw another woman in oriental dress in the room put down the tea cup in her hand.

The sound of the white porcelain cup colliding with the tabletop was a bit harsh, and the full of tea water overflowed from the edge of the cup, leaving a circle of water stains on the gauze tablecloth.

The woman wore a sword on her waist, and behind her was a young man in blue clothes with water patterns.

The young man still frowned and looked at the two men in the arena under his feet, with his hands behind his back, and could only see some slight tension from his standing posture.

Another oriental, who had a firm face and a slightly sloppy appearance, praised him, looked at Dion and nodded slightly to him.

“It’s really wonderful.”

A man sitting in a large armchair put down the glass of wine in his hand, moved gently, tilted his head, and glanced at the arena under his feet.

"A beautiful and charming girl is more accommodating in terms of rules, which is also a wonderful thing to say."

"In that case, I would like to thank the Duke for your kindness on behalf of Cybele." Dion stood up and thanked the man who claimed to be Duke, "Then I will not disturb the Duke and all the distinguished guests, and say goodbye."

With the duke's chin a little, Dion politely said goodbye to everyone present, his eyes crisscrossed with the oriental woman's eyes.

Walking out of the reception room, Dion gradually slowed down and stopped at a corner.

After more than ten minutes, a series of footsteps approached the corner and stopped.

"You know cy-Niannian?"

Dion was not surprised, and looked at the three orientals standing in front of him and laughed softly.

"Naturally," the woman's smile warmly and softly, "the peace buckle she hung around her neck is my birthday gift to her."

Dion stepped forward and led the three people to the auction hall to the teleportation array leading to the city of Usher, with easy steps:

"I seem to know who you are, but I didn't expect you to arrive in Usher so soon."

"There are too many errands after the boat docks, and there are strange invitations everywhere. I heard that this is a simple and unrelated area. We thought we would come here to hide first, but we didn't expect that things would go against our wishes~"

The young man was Tang Qingli, who sighed at this time and shook his head.

"Last night..." Dion raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the three of them, "The unprecedented huge transaction volume of that trade fair here is related to you, right?"

This explains why last night when the "World Beasts Fight" was so lucky every year, it was not as enthusiastic as the audience from the auction hall.

"To be precise, it's not us, it's him alone." Jiang Jinse smiled helplessly.

The slightly sloppy oriental man touched his nose and smiled bitterly.

"Let me introduce it. This is Mumoto, and the president of a large guild in China." Tang Qingli saw Dion's confusion and introduced it on his own initiative.

"Big Guild..." Dion recalled for a moment and asked, "We have seen those people in Xingtian. Are you from Tiangongfang?"

"Ouch? You actually know?" Tang Qingli was surprised.

Dion smiled and said nothing. He was the normal person in Chang'an who was responsible for inquiring about the news for the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group, alone.

"Tiangongfang...I remember it is a technology-based group focusing on invention and creation... Your Mohist family is following..."

Dion paused, suddenly turned around, looking up and down at Mubozo.

"So that's it, you're all human."
Chapter completed!