well......

Zhou Qingfeng sighed softly, looked down at the breastplate that was fitted with Arcy. There was a '2' drawn with soil on the armor. After sighing, he wiped the number off, bent his knees and squatted down the ground and dipped some soil again, changing the number to '3'.

That's right, this is the third time that he has hit Cilic. The first time he failed to withstand the noble's fierce attack, and the second time he has not beaten the Red Dragon Alatis. The two resurrections cost more than seven million points, and there will not be a fourth time in a short period of time.

Looking at the vast dark night ahead, the boss is still waiting.

Xili rode on the 'Jiying' and took Sophia and Erin to catch up. The little fairies surrounded the master's head and quarreled with each other. But Zhou Qingfeng waved his hands at them, "You don't have to follow you, Xirik is opposite, I can just go with Arsey."

With Arcey Combination, Zhou Qingfeng's body shape is more than two meters and his strength is more than twenty. The closed structural armor can unilaterally release magic through material optimization, but is basically immune to magic, and he is not afraid of rust attacks.

But this is limited to Zhou Qingfeng.

The maids knew they were just a burden to go.

The little fairies stopped singing and fell on Erin. Xili hugged Zhou Qingfeng and wished her men a victory. The virtual body Sophia stubbornly walked through the mitral barrier of the armor and merged with her master.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't say anything goodbye, but just grabbed the photo shield, took the "Breaking Evil" and walked into the darkness ahead. Only a hundred meters ahead was the outer fence of the original noble camp, but this place had become a ghost.

The wooden horse grew rotten poisonous mushrooms, and the broken battle flag flashed with vague ghosts. The ferocious undead wandered in the camp, and they crawled, digged, or floated, and felt the breath of a stranger and rushed up.

The two vampire banshees rushed forward the fastest and pounced forward with a howl. Their withered arms were long nails, waiting to cut through the body of their prey and drink their blood.

"Breaking Evil" hit the sword blade and pulled out a shining light, easily hitting the soul of the vampire's banshee and breaking it apart. Then there were groups of hellhounds, pounced, biting, and circling around Zhou Qingfeng, looking for the possibility of attack.

Zhou Qingfeng's heavy sword is clever and clumsy, but it is just a very simple horizontal slash and vertical slash. The hellhounds approaching him are often cut in half before they can react.

There were several huge corpse-sewn monsters surrounded by the back. This was a random splicing of corpses of different monsters, like a beginner of a crappy tailor. The stitching lines were ugly like centipedes, ugly and weird.

The corpse-sewing monsters were tall and had heavy steps. They were holding some inexplicable sticks and stones as weapons. They spit out yellow stench and threw away many big stones.

In addition to the corpse-sewing monsters, there are hundreds of undead gathering. Cialek transformed all the noble servants left in the camp and used them to surround and kill them.

‘War trampling’!

Zhou Qingfeng, who was moving forward slowly, suddenly accelerated, and a diffuse sonic boom was generated. He raised his shield and ran forward to a corpse-sewn monster. The powerful impact force directly knocked the sewn corpse apart.

The sonic boom stirs up dust, like the tumbling waves on the ground, surging and surging. The surrounding undead instantly looks like rags rolling in the wind, and is torn and dismembered in the sonic boom, and turned into a mess all over the ground.

The other corpse-sewn monsters were also tilted in the middle of the sonic boom and were unable to stand firmly.

After the impact, Zhou Qingfeng ran again, accelerated, jumped, and slashed. He stayed on the head of a strange corpse, and stood on the deformed back of another strange corpse, or stepped on the festered shoulder blades of the next strange corpse.

When Zhou Qingfeng passed the obstacles of these undead, the bodies of several corpse-sewn monsters gradually disintegrated, and the stitched parts fell off from each other, returning to foul-stenched and rotten corpses.

Everything seemed to be unintentional.

The combination of sword and shield continues to move forward.

Alatis squatted in front of the golden tent, and the puppet possessed by Cialik stood above the head of the Red Dragon, looking down from a high point in the deep dark night.

Under the feet of the Red Dragon, Inesa's hands were tightly squeezing, and she cried and said, "You shouldn't have come here."

"I have heard this opening remark, many times." A man's low voice came from under the closed armor. He waved his hand disregardly, "The next thing is mine, you leave."

Zhou Qingfeng passed by Inesa, and didn't even look at the woman more often. He saw Nasser, the old white-haired knight, lying on the ground, with a black hole in his chest.

well......

"Cirick, I'm here." Zhou Qingfeng walked to the Red Dragon, and he didn't forget to mock him, "Alatis, your so-called pride is trampled on the head."

The red dragon's scales were covered with scars, some of which could heal, some could not. One of the curved corners on its head was broken, which was cut off by Zhou Qingfeng with a sword. Faced with the ridicule, it glared at each other but did not speak.

The wings of light appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng and slowly flew to the height of the same sight as Cialique. The puppet controlled by the "Dark Sun" became thin and pale, with a black sword in his hand, and his eyes were cold.

"Victor Hugo, it's rare to see you again. I thought you would die halfway."

‘Cirick’s eyes were fixed on the ‘3’ on Zhou Qingfeng’s breastplate, “Why do you have the habit of writing numbers on the armor? I seem to have seen it before.”

Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "Cirick, you are really talking nonsense."

Before he could finish his sentence "I talk a lot", more than a dozen black thin thorn swords suddenly flashed from Zhou Qingfeng, as strange as if they had penetrated space.

Zhou Qingfeng had already flashed his wings. The mirror shield in his hand was out of hand, turning into several shields to protect the surroundings, blocking all the thin stinging swords that were raiding. He himself rushed forward, "Bao Xie" slashing back and forth, and the sword lights several meters long were intertwined into a net.

The figure of "Cirick" disappeared directly, and Alatis rushed up to continue fighting with Zhou Qingfeng. The rapid dragon language built multiple defenses, including a breath.

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the high temperature of the red dragon, ran into it and broke through the opponent's defense, and slashed Alatis' neck with a sword. The thick scales on his neck were cut off, and the pain of the red dragon screamed loudly.

"Damn the crawler, why are you hitting me? I'm not your main opponent."

At this time, "Cirick" appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng and stabbed his vest with a sword. Zhou Qingfeng waved his wings and turned around like a prophet, not only knocking away the opponent's sword stab, but also throwing out several "dimensional anchors" in one breath.

The check of ‘Cirick’ is too high, and the ‘Dimensional Anchor’ blocking teleportation has no effect. ‘Dark Sun’ habitually plays backstab, and disappears immediately after one hit.

Zhou Qingfeng accelerated in the opposite direction with the help of the "Cirick" sword stab, and rushed to Alatis, pressing the opponent's claws and cutting a hole in his dragon wings.

Alatis' screaming voice surged up to heaven and cursed angrily: "Victor Hugo, why do you always hit me? If you have the ability, go and fight the "Dark Sun". I am just a mount now, just a mount!
Chapter completed!