Chapter 371: Three Seconds

Followed by the voice of the singing lion.

At the same time, a strong golden sword energy pierced the sky.

If Dean still can't guess who it is, he might as well hit him to death...

"Dean, you have been injured, leave it to me and Your Excellency Dalson..." The Golden Armored Sword Master of the Red Dragon Mercenary Group shook the giant sword in his hand violently. In an instant, the sword energy overwhelmed the King of Flying Dragons...

Dalson was standing not far away, holding a staff, his old face was full of dignity, and he was releasing spells intensively. Judging from the magic fluctuations on his body, he was probably a third-level titled mage.

Even better than Dean...

And the Golden Armored Sword Master of the Red Dragon Mercenary Group is also not weak...

The combination of Titled Sorcerer and Juggernaut, this lineup can be called luxurious!

"..."

Dean was moved for a moment. He thought those two guys would turn a blind eye, but he didn't expect to come to help him. He was really touched for a while. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he would have hugged those two guys' thighs and burst into tears ...

But after thinking about it, it's not right, the King of Flying Dragons is so powerful, with the strength of those two guys, they should have discovered it a long time ago, but why did they come after so long... Hmph, I know Yes, those two bastards have seen the great strength of the Flying Dragon King, and they know that if they don't kill them as soon as possible, it will not only be the Templar Mercenary Corps who will suffer, their two Mercenary Corps will also suffer heavy losses.

Depend on! Not a single good thing!

Dean had indeed suffered a lot of injuries, and his combat strength was greatly reduced, but the strength of the Juggernaut is still there. Flee away and join the ranks of slaughtering the two-legged dragon flying.

The astonishing torrent of spells washed over the King of Flying Dragons, and the terrifying wave of magic spread to every corner of the camp. The two-legged flying dragons that surrounded the King of Flying Dragons were either scattered or completely killed. On the surface On the surface, the two powerhouses teamed up to fight against the King of Flying Dragons, gaining some upper hand, but in reality, Dalson and the Golden Armored Sword Master knew very well that even if they joined forces, they still didn't hurt the King of Flying Dragons much.

This monster is too powerful...

As expected of a monster with a trace of dragon blood, he fought for nearly half an hour, but he didn't hurt it at all, but the Golden Armored Sword Master and Dalson, one was exhausted, and the other was about to run out of magic power.

The two were fighting to the death, but no one noticed that an inconspicuous wizard's eye was annihilated in the violent magic fluctuations...

"Your Excellency Dalson, we can't drag on any longer..." The Golden Armored Juggernaut pushed his fighting spirit to the limit. While desperately resisting the attack of the Flying Dragon King, he yelled at Dalson: "It's at least thirty Level five strength... If we lose, the three major mercenary regiments may not survive much."

After finishing speaking, the Golden Armored Sword Master didn't wait for Dalson's reaction. The huge sword in his hand shook violently, and the monstrous flames spread out. From a distance, it looked like he was holding a fire dragon...

He burned all the fighting energy remaining in his body, and rushed to the King of Flying Dragons who was close at hand...

"..."

Obscure lion runes one by one. Spit out from Darson's mouth. His remaining magic power is not much. But he can't back down, because he understands. The reason why the Golden Armored Sword Master did this is to help him create a Chance.

Three consecutive powerful seven-level high-level spells blasted out, and the target was the king of flying dragons. In an instant, the flames shot up into the sky, the concentration of magic elements rose to a terrifying level, and the earth-shattering sound resounded over the camp.

boom!

A muffled sound...

The Golden Armored Sword Master flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and was seriously injured. He even lost the fighting spirit to support the flight, and hit the ground directly.

Then came the angry roar of the Flying Dragon King, which was deafening.

Failed……

Dalson's face was pale, and his heart was bitter. The three major mercenary regiments rushed to the Tulan Mountains in a mighty manner. The momentum was indescribable, but who would have expected this ending?

Before going deep into the Turan Mountains, they encountered a devastating blow...

The situation of the Flying Dragon King is also very bad. The poisonous green radiance has long since disappeared without a trace, and one side of the huge meat wing was broken off, causing its speed to be greatly reduced, and dozens of terrifying marks appeared on its body. The huge sword marks, hot blood spurting out...

Dalson knew in his heart that the current King of Flying Dragons was only about 70% of his original strength, but even so, he couldn't do anything about it. Dean, the Templar Knight, was in the best condition, but even if he came in time, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. It must be the opponent of the King of Flying Dragons. The great sword masters and mages who are fighting with the two-legged flying dragons above the camp are also too busy to take care of themselves...

The situation has never been worse!

A sharp voice sounded in vain. The Flying Dragon King, whose wisdom was comparable to that of a human being, was extremely angry. A pair of dark green eyes stared at Dalson. At the same time, a strong wave of magic surged up...

Dark sky!

A magic that was comparable to a seventh-level high-level spell was released by the king of flying dragons, and the billowing poisonous gas spread in all directions, covering most of the sky like a sky curtain.

The screams sounded...

It was issued by a few great sword masters and wizards hundreds of meters away. Although they are strong, they are not worth mentioning in front of the high-level area-killing spells of the King of Flying Dragons.

Putting up the rune shield with ease, Dalson fell into despair. His magic power had been completely exhausted. After casting the rune shield, there was nothing left...

In just a few seconds, there is no extra mana support. [,! ] The text shield gradually became dim, and then...then it turned out to be a magic shield and an ice wall, saving him.

unbelievable...

Dalson's eyes were wide open, dumbstruck.

You must know that this large area is shrouded under the dark sky. To be able to walk through it safely requires at least the strength of a titled mage or a sword master. However, in the entire camp, except for a titled mage, it is impossible for other mages With this kind of strength, even a ninth-level mage who releases the rune shield cannot hold on for three seconds under the dark sky...

Then, there was a figure of a young mage. Passing by him, he raised his staff lightly, and the ice and fire shield appeared at the same time. The young mage was holding an ancient book that exuded the breath of death, each of them was dark and difficult to understand. The character spit out from the mouth. Then the flashing red and blue disc, like a bright moon, hovered above the head of the young mage, bursting out an endless torrent of spells.

Then came the earth-shattering momentum...

The young mage completely broke common sense, ignoring the exhaustion of spells, as if he had inexhaustible magic power, and the ancient books in his hand also burst into a black light.

A series of lions is coming to an extreme...

The King of Flying Dragons completely lost his vitality, and his entire huge body fell like a meteor...

Dalson suddenly felt that the whole world became quiet. He stood there in a daze, motionless. That scene was too shocking for him...

He didn't even see the face of the young mage clearly, but a quick glance let him know that the mage who appeared suddenly was very young!

Is this still a person?

His eyes were full of horror and fear, looking at the black figure that fell with the body of the flying dragon king, from the appearance of the young mage to the end of the battle, it didn't take more than three seconds!

Three seconds!

Three seconds. What can you do? Chant a high-level spell? No, the time is far from enough. A powerful low-level spell needs at least five seconds...

First, Dean, whose combat strength is comparable to that of a third-level sword master, fought with the flying dragon king for more than ten minutes, and then the golden armored sword master Sussman and himself tried their best to kill the flying dragon king...

However, the facts have proved that the combination of their two powerhouses is still not enough. At most, the King of Flying Dragons will suffer some damage. .The magic power is completely exhausted, he is desperate, knowing that he has reached the end of his life...

However, a mysterious young mage appeared, and immediately there was a huge change. In three seconds, in just three seconds, he killed the powerful king of flying dragons.

As the first deputy head of the Apocalypse Mercenary Group, he clearly knows that the head of the group possesses such terrifying strength, but what makes him unbelievable is that a young sorcerer can also possess such Terrible strength...

"It was you who killed the dragon king..." Dalson also landed with the young mage, at this moment he saw that the young mage was squatting next to the dragon king's body.

"It's just a matter of course." The young mage nodded, he seemed not even interested in talking to Gui Wei, the deputy head of the Tianqi mercenary group, and he was much more interested in the corpse of the flying dragon king than the deputy head...

"Thank you...thank you for your help. If it wasn't for your appearance, I would already be a thoughtless corpse." Dalson gave the young mage a complicated look, and bowed deeply.

"You're welcome……"

Dalson's throat moved, and he swallowed the many words of thanks that he had brewed, because he saw the young mage, who seemed to be very busy, skillfully took off the sharp claws of the King of Flying Dragons, and then peeled off the poisonous glands. He took out many bottles and jars, and was drawing the blood of the King of Flying Dragons.

Halfway through the work, the young mage suddenly raised his head and glanced at Dalson...

The young mage said nothing...

But such a subtle movement suddenly made Dalson's vest feel cold, and then Dalson suddenly realized that it was too dangerous for him to stand here...

A sorcerer who killed the Wyvern King in three seconds was working, and he was standing here and watching...

Are you looking for death?

Thinking of this, a lot of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Dalson's forehead, and he couldn't care about anything else for a while, he hurriedly said a few words of thanks, and then left with a lingering fear on his face...

It wasn't until Dalson walked away that Lin Yun took out the magic crystal of the flying dragon king and held it tightly in his hand. The joy in his eyes was undisguised. This is actually a thirty-five-level soul magic crystal!

Then he put away the soul magic crystal and sharp claws. These are genuine rare magic materials, and they are worth collecting by himself...

Grabbed a few bottles filled with the blood of the flying dragon king, and when I was about to put them in...

"What? It's you, a greedy fellow again. Do you still have humanity? The members of our Apocalypse Mercenary Corps look at you pitifully, and kindly took you in. You don't know how to be grateful, and it's fine to help kill the wyvern... ...Oh, right, you don't know what gratitude is, but how can you be so greedy and steal the spoils of our Apocalypse Mercenary Group, Mafa Merlin, you are such a bastard!"

The voice of the young mage Orson suddenly sounded...

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