End of the Magic Era

Follow, is the sound of singing the spell.

At the same time, there is a strong golden sword that pierces the sky.

If Dean still can't guess who it is, it's better to hit him in the head...

“Dean, you have been wounded, leave this to me and His Excellency Dalson...” The Golden Armor Sword of the Red Dragon Mercenary Corps, shook the giant sword in his hand violently, swept through most of the sky, and the glamorous sword momentarily drowned the King of Feilong...

Dalson stood not far away, holding his staff, his old face full of heavy weight, tight drum release spells, judging by the magic fluctuations on his body, is most likely a Level 3 sealed Wizard.

Even better than Dean...

And the Golden Armor Sword Saint of the Red Dragon Mercenary Corps is also not weak...

The alliance of Enclosure Mage and Sword Saint makes this line a luxury!

“ …… ”

Dean was moved for a while. I thought those two guys would turn a blind eye. I didn't expect them to come to help me. I was really moved for a while. If it wasn't for the wrong time, I would have been holding those two thighs in tears...

But think about it, damn wrong, King of the Dragon is so tough, with the strength of those two guys, it should have been discovered long ago, but why did they drag themselves so long before they arrived... hum, I know, those two bastards saw the powerful power of King of the Dragon, know that if they didn't kill him early, it would not only be Templar Knight Mercenary Corps people, their two mercenary corps would also lose a lot.

None of the good stuff!

Dean did suffer a lot of injuries and his battle power was greatly reduced, but Kensei's strength was still there, far away, and he joined the massacre of the bipedal dragonfly.

The stunning flood of spells washed against the King of Feilong, the horrific magical fluctuations spread across all corners of the camp. The bipedal Feilong, originally surrounded on both sides of the King of Feilong, was either scattered or completely bombed. On the face of it, the two powerful men joined forces against the King of Feilong and took some upper hand, but the reality is that Dalsen and Jinya Jiansheng knew very well that even when the two joined forces, they did not hurt the King of Feilong very much.

This beast is so tough...

It is a warcraft with a trace of dragon blood. After nearly half an hour of fighting, it was stunned that it was not damaged at all, but Golden Armor Sword Saint and Dalson, one exhausted and the other was about to run out of magic.

The two people who are fighting a special death battle, no one noticed, a blind witch's eye, extinguished in the fierce magic fluctuations...

“Dear Dalson, you can't drag on any longer...” Jinnai Jiansheng provoked the guardianship to the extreme, resisting the King of the Dragon's offense, whilst clawing his voice and yelling at Dalson: “It's at least 35 levels of strength... if we fail, the three mercenary regiments will not survive much. ”

After that, Jinnai Jiansheng did not wait for Dalsen's reaction. The giant sword shook in his hand, and the flames spread out. Looking far away, it was like holding a fire dragon in his hand...

He burned all the remaining temper in his body and slammed past the king of the dragon so close by...

“ …… ”

A dark spelling phrase that spits out of Dalson's mouth. He doesn't have much magic left, but he can't retreat because he understands that the Golden Armor Swordsman did it just to create an opportunity for him.

Three powerful seven-level high-order spells were ejected in succession. The target was the king of the dragon. The flame broke out between moments, and the concentration of magic elements climbed to a terrible level. The noise was astonishing and resounding over the camp.

Boom!

A muffled sound...

Jinya Jiansheng flies backwards like a disconnected kite, severely injured, even losing the temper to support the flight, and hitting the ground in diameter.

Followed by the angry roar of the King of Dragons, deafening.

Failed…

Dalson was pale, his heart was bitter, and the three major mercenary groups were shaken up to the Tulans. It was unspeakable, but who would have guessed this ending?

Without going deeper into the Tulang Mountains, it came under a devastating blow...

The situation of King Feilong is also very bad, that layer of highly poisonous green glow, long gone without a trace, huge flesh wings also broke one side, which led to a huge reduction in its speed, dozens of horrible giant sword marks on his body, burning blood erupted...

Dalson knew that the king of the dragon today had only about 70% of his strength, but even so, he couldn't help it. The Templar Knight's Dean was in the best condition, but even if he came here in time, he wouldn't necessarily be the opponent of the king of the dragon. The great swordsmen and wizards who are fighting with the bipedal dragons over the camp are also overwhelmed...

It's worse than ever!

The sharp voice sounded in vain, wisdom and human equivalent King of the Dragon, angry to the extreme, a pair of eyes spreading the dark green, staring at Dalson, meanwhile, a strong magical fluctuation rose...

Dark Sky!

A magic comparable to the Seventh Class of High-Level Magic, released by the King of Feilong, rolling poison gas spreads around, like a tent, covering most of the sky.

Screaming...

It was sent by several great swordsmen and wizards hundreds of meters away who, though powerful, appeared worthless in the face of the King of the Dragon's high-order killing spell.

The support symbol shield of the light vehicle is well known. Dalsen is in despair. His magic has been completely depleted. After the use of the symbol shield, there is no trace left...

In just a few seconds, the symbolic shield without extra magic support gradually dimmed, and then… it was a magic shield and an ice wall that saved him.

It's incredible...

Dalson's eyes were wide open and he stayed like a wooden chicken.

You should know that this large area is covered under the dark sky, able to travel safely, at least the strength of the sealed magician or sword saint is required, but in the entire camp, other magicians other than one of their sealed magicians cannot possess this strength, even if the level 9 demon master releases the symbolic shield, it cannot last for three seconds under the dark sky...

Then, the figure of a young magician, passing by him, lightly raised the staff, and the ice shield appeared at the same moment. The young magician held an ancient book with a breath of death, a grey and dark character spit out of his mouth, and then flashed a red and blue disc, like a round of moons suspended over the young magician's head, bursting with endless spell floods.

Then came the alarming noise...

The young magician completely broke common sense, ignoring the depletion of magic, as if he had endless magic, and the ancient books in his hands were blackened.

A series of exercises is nearing its ultimate...

The King of the Dragon completely lost his life, and his entire body fell like a meteor...

Dalson suddenly felt that the whole world was quiet. He stood there, motionless, and that scene was too shocking for him...

He didn't even see the young magician, but took a quick glance and let him know that suddenly the magician was young!

Is this still a person?

Eyes full of horror and fear, looking at the black figure that fell with the body of the king of the dragon, from the appearance of the young magician to the end of the battle, no more than three seconds!

Three seconds!

Three seconds. What can you do? Sing a high-order spell? No, time is not enough. A powerful low-order spell takes at least five seconds...

Firstly, Dean, the third level sword saint, fought with the king of the dragon for more than 10 minutes, then Saint Sussman of the Golden Armor Sword and himself, tried his best to kill the king of the dragon...

However, it turns out that the two strongest of them, together, are still not enough to look at. At best, they have caused some harm to King Feilong, and none of them are seriously injured. At a moment when the dark sky was covered, he was released from a symbolic shield, his magic was completely exhausted, he was desperate, knowing that he had reached the end of his life...

However, a mysterious young magician appeared and immediately changed dramatically, killing the mighty king of the dragon in three seconds, just three seconds.

As the First Deputy Commander of the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps, he knew full well that the Commander possessed such terrible power, yet he could not believe that a young magician would possess such terrible power...

“You killed the king of the dragon...” Dalsen also landed with the young magician, who saw the young magician squatting next to the king's body.

“It just went smoothly.” The young magician nodded his head. He didn't seem to have the pleasure of speaking to Gui as Vice Chairman of the Apocalypse Mercenary Corps. His interest in the body of King Feilong was much higher than that of this Vice Chairman...

“Thank you… thank you for your help, I would have been a corpse without thought had it not been for your presence.” Dalsen looked at the young magician with complexity and bowed deeply.

“You're welcome...”

Dalson's throat moved, and many words of gratitude were brewed, and he swallowed them alive, because he saw the young magician, seemingly busy, skillfully removed the king's claws, then stripped the poison glands, and then pulled out many bottle jars, drawing the king's blood.

Halfway through, the young magician suddenly raised his head and glanced at Darsen...

The young magician didn't say anything...

But such a minor move suddenly made Darkson's vest cool for a while, then Darkson suddenly realized that it was too dangerous to stand here...

A magician who killed the king of two-legged Feilong for three seconds is working, and he actually stands here and watches...

Are you looking for death?

Thinking of this, Darsen had a lot of cold sweat on his forehead. He couldn't think of anything else for a while. He hastily said two words of gratitude and then left with a palpitation in his face...

It was not until Dalson went far that Lin Yun took out the magic crystal of the king of flying dragons. He held it tight in his hand. The joy in his eyes was not hidden. This is actually a 35th level spirit magic crystal!

Then put away the soul magic crystals and claws, these are the real rare magic materials, worth collecting personally...

Grab a few bottles filled with King Flying Dragon's blood when you're ready to go in...

“What? It's you again greedy guy, do you have any humanity, we Apocalypse mercenaries, see you pity, kindly take you in, you don't know gratitude, help to kill the bipedal Feilong just forget it... Oh, by the way, you don't know what gratitude is, but how can you be so greedy and steal our Apocalypse mercenary trophy, Mafa Merlin, you are such an asshole! ”

The voice of young Wizard Olsen suddenly rang...