Almost at the same time, the last knight was chopped into three pieces by Gloria, and the street was covered with blood. Gloria and Qiang Sen were covered in armor and had their own enemies.
Suddenly, "pa ~ pa ~ pa ~ pa VVVVV" swung in the street and clapped his hands.
A man in black turned out from the street corner, about one meter tall, of medium height, and was covered from head to toe in a conjoined black robe. He could see the cold mountain reflected by the black throwing armor. He clapped his hands and walked slowly towards Hao Ren. When he saw him at first sight, Hao Ren knew that this was the master who had never been hidden.
Waving his hand stopped his followers from walking alone, thinking of the black-robed man, who gave Hao Ren a feeling no weaker than that of Abel, the light tiger who met endless conditions in the night forest.
Rival!
Hao Ren’s breathing is getting slower and slower. Gloves and leather boots. Antester’s hand armor and metal boots cover Hao Ren’s hands and feet silently. Hao Ren’s arms burst into an orange flame, which lit up the dark street. Blood flowed quietly, reflecting the fire and flashing a rare red light.
The black man gave a Jie Jie laugh, which was as harsh as metal friction.
Adhering to the concept that the first hand is strong and the second hand suffers, Hao Ren’s flame spear is highly compressed first. The flame spear has turned pale blue, and the distance is less than 20 meters. Almost at the same time, a group of pale blue firebirds are summoned by Hao Ren to fly from all directions to the black man, and Hao Ren also moves quickly to the black man at the same time. Of course, this speed is relative to the moving speed of the mage.
Facing the oncoming flame spear, the black-robed man grabbed the flame spear directly with his hand, poof vvvv.
The flame spear was actually caught as an element by his hand, but the black robe didn’t even touch Mars. Then the firebird was named one by one, witnessing the sharp contraction of the pupil hole of Hao Ren, the black man who caught the bird and the African claw.
This person is either wearing fire-resistant ultra-high equipment or his personal strength is super-terrible. It is because he has received so much magic that he has not revealed a trace of magic or quarrelling. Is this person also a black dragon?
In the process of advancing, Hao Ren suddenly accelerates so that his opponent can fight only if he has close quarters.
Hao Ren still has some confidence in his own strength. After rebirth, he hasn’t met the strength to fight for a creature by himself. Maybe the dragon, but Hao Ren hasn’t met it.
He believes that he will give him a surprise even if his opponent is superior.
Hao Ren accelerated, and at the same time, the other party also chose the same way. The distance of 20 meters was almost instantaneous, and their fists collided together. The simplest and most direct way was a collision with the purest strength.
Bang, VVVV, the dull sound made everyone around jump a lot.
The stone slabs and buildings of two people’s feet seem to be shattered after ten thousand years of erosion. Teng Teng VV even retreated three steps, and each step stepped on a deep knee pit. His right arm was lifted by an abnormal method of acid and numbness.
On the other hand, his opponent, the black man, did not step back, but it was originally the position of his right arm. Now, as if he didn’t know the pain, the black man looked at his disappearing right arm. "Hey? VVVVVVV”
"Are you a dragon?"
"hmm? ？” Hao Ren is confused. Why do you ask?
The man in black still has to ask questions. Suddenly, he looked up and looked into the distance. Two points in the hood shadow were gray and pale, and the light flashed by.
Pulling out the black robe with legs deep in the ground, the man jumped on the roof and disappeared after several ups and downs. In the night, Xiao Ao tried to intercept it, but Hao Ren stopped him.
"He didn’t mean to kill. He should be lying on the ground. These are not together."
After personally mending the seemingly intact bodies, Hao Ren and others quickly left here, probably because the ambushing men greeted them in advance, and no soldiers have appeared yet.
I know that Hao Ren and his team didn’t show up until after they left. The leader here is the paladin Andy. Andy looks pale to the extreme. This is all from the Vatican except the elite. There are two teams of high-ranking knights and an elite archer, and a Howard sponsored the Zall Ranger.
Howard Hardy’s face is also very ugly around him. People have moved the bodies of archers here one after another. All the elite archers are arrows in their eyes, and the heavily hired ranger Zall has lost his head and neck.
After a careful examination of the bodies, both of them felt a cool breeze blowing behind their heads, because they found that the archers’ quiver was almost full, and the arrows they hit were all the same kind of green arrows that looked like branches.
Through these, it is not difficult to judge whether the opponent’s archer was suppressed and destroyed a whole team of archers in a short time, and finally shot the Zall Ranger. According to the information, the opponent has an archer, and the conclusion is that the opponent has a top archer in terms of shooting speed and power.
Plus the other side owns the assassin who is good at stealth. If the other side retaliates against the VVVVV, both of them look at each other and see each other’s worries, and they all go to the pile of knight bodies. Just as several hunters dress up, they are leafing through the pile of bodies.
A little while later, one of them went to Howard’s side and whispered a few words and handed two long snake-shaped arrows with blood. The old duke nodded, "Get rid of it and clean it." The man nodded and turned to greet the body.
Howard looks at Andy.
At the moment, the paladin’s adult expression is very rich, and finally he hammered a palm "west of the city"
The beating torch did not illuminate the duke’s face. People noticed the mysterious smile in the duke’s eyes.
Chapter seventy-seven Want to kill me, right? I’ll give you this chance.
Back to the West Yard, several people had a simple rest, changed the damaged armor and bloody clothes, and treated the wound several times. There were still many scrolls to be healed by Master Ace, and they were about to smash several people at once.
It suddenly occurred to me that there were still a few barrels of hot spring water in the night forest, and just a few people were all wounded, so they took it out, and the only flower that was not injured naturally became the maid in the hospital. Everyone boiled water and took a bath.