Sky Dragon Rider

In the training camp of the Royal Dragoon Legion, the trainees of the three echelons of children, teenagers and youths neatly formed a square formation, surrounding an arena where desperate fights were taking place in the east, west and south directions.

Steel columns more than five meters high are inserted deep into the ground every few steps, and tough black steel wires are criss-crossed and tightly tied to these steel columns, forming a square surrounding isolation net.

"Xinfeng! Come on!~ I'm going to teach you a hard lesson this time! Take this opportunity to understand!"

The unkempt black and golden intertwined hair was wildly scattered, his body was full of muscles and scars, like a lion-like young trainee showing a bloodthirsty and cruel smile at his opponent.

The training camp of the Dragoon Legion of the Slan Empire has always had death indicators. This rule is quite cruel. Private fighting is strictly prohibited during daily training and rest. However, in the current assessment, especially the list selection for the Sky Dragon City, casualties will be inevitable. Trainees who step into the ring will become as ferocious as wild animals.

"You're courting death, Milne!"

Xinfeng, who was slightly smaller but still muscular and angular, was not provoked by the other party and lost his composure. Instead, he bent down slightly and stared at the other party as if looking at a prey.

Heels, knees, waist, shoulders and eyes are all his focus.

"This sentence should be said by me, coward! Ah!~"

The lion-like Milne suddenly let out a deafening roar, and rushed towards his opponent.

Sliding step to the right, with seven points of strength, suddenly kicked hard with his left foot, suppressing the opponent's dodge space with a very uncoordinated rushing step.

Faced with such a violent attack, Xinfeng, a young trainee, did not dodge anything, instead of retreating, he made full use of his strength without holding back his hands, and slammed into Milne's arms, before the other party reacted and hugged him. , quickly shrank and kicked the opponent's ankle.

"Wow!~"

Although he was caught off guard, his body movements couldn't keep up with his thinking at all. Milne's eyes went black for a while, and he was hit hard in the chest.

It turned out that when the opponent was charging close to him, an elbow with all his might hit his chest and ribs without any tricks at all.

At the same time, his right ankle was kicked off the ground uncontrollably. In a hurry, how could the other leg keep his balance, and his body immediately followed the opponent's ingenious sway, and fell obliquely.

"Molin, the big man with disheveled hair, Milne, is one of the best trainees in this class. He has the title of 'the undefeated Moa (a famous strongman in the history of the Islamic Empire)', and his opponent's name is Calling Xinfeng, although his strength is not strong and his agility is not the best, he is one of the children with the best fighting awareness I have ever seen, but his personality is a bit withdrawn and he is ruthless."

Robbins, the instructor of the Dragoon Corps training camp, introduced the two people who were fighting to the death on the field to Lin Mo, the third-class royal guard who also came from the training palace.

Once a dragon knight of the Royal Dragoon Legion, Lin Mo was selected as one of the examiners for the selection of trainees who went to Sky Dragon City this time. He changed guards and came to the training camp to watch these trainees do their final battle.

This is also the moment that decides their fate.

It was a missed move, and the whole game was lost. The shouts of the two came from the court. Milne was hooked by his opponent's neck and locked on the ground in a strange posture, unable to move.

If the sisters of the Li family were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that the move that trainee Xinfeng knocked down Milne, who was a circle bigger than himself, was a very powerful killer joint move.

Like a vigorous and swift praying mantis, with one hit, it tightly captured its prey.

"not bad!"

The brutal fight in front of him was completely normal, Lin Mo nodded indifferently, in his eyes, the duel between Milne and Xinfeng had already come to an end.

That's how he came here back then, his hands were also stained with the blood of the trainees in the same camp, and he honed his heart into a heart of stone early on.

It is precisely because of this cruel and merciless training that every generation of dragon knights, even if they step on the back of a giant dragon for the first time, wear black steel secret armor, and hold a powerful dragon-slaying sword, they are calm and decisive like veterans of many battles. , can always seize the fleeting opportunity to complete a clean one-hit kill, and there is no sign of a rookie at all.

"Damn it, Xinfeng, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you! I'll send it, send it"

Milne, who was still as stubborn as a dead duck, stared at the stars for a while, his chest was tight and short of breath, the other party's legs clamped his neck mercilessly, his flesh was as hard as iron, and dizziness came to his heart, making this lion-like There was a surge of fear in the trainee's heart for no reason, it was the breath of death!

He never thought that he would die, and suddenly struggled violently, and begged for mercy in panic.

"No no, Xinfeng, you can't do this, I don't want to die, I was wrong, let me go, let me go! Spare me!"

It's hard to imagine that when facing the god of the underworld, this lion-like fellow who once strangled many trainees of the same age with his own hands, without even blinking his eyes, withered away, withered so without dignity, just To live a little longer.

He may be only one step away from the honorable and glorious Dragon Knight, but the thigh that is stuck around his neck, choking his breathing and blood, will take his life away at any time.

But Milne didn't notice at all that the opponent's attention wasn't on him at all, instead he squinted his eyes and stared straight at somewhere outside the fence.

"Is that the Lord Dragon Knight?"

Xinfeng was completely unmoved by Milne's begging for mercy, watching the young man in heavy black armor staring at him indifferently.

Although the other party didn't show any hostility or murderous intent, there was a faint cold air inexplicably behind Xinfeng.

This strange feeling, on the contrary, aroused the fighting spirit of this young trainee.

Perhaps he was only one step away from the honorable and honorable Dragon Knight, and the thigh stuck around his neck would take his life anytime. The always proud Milne trembled involuntarily.

The ideal is lofty, but the reality is cruel.

"Hmph!~" Click! ~

Following the trainee Xinfeng's cold snort, the look in Milne's eyes dimmed immediately, no matter how unwilling he was, the neck that was twisted to the point of abnormality was already exhausted.

Even if it is a giant dragon, if the cervical vertebra is broken and the bone spur is inserted into the spinal nerve, it will undoubtedly die.

As if Milne, like a lion, fell into the dust powerlessly, the training camp of the Royal Dragoons was so cruel.

"Oh, what a pity!"

The training camp instructor felt sorry for the loss of an excellent trainee.

But, that's all!

Sometimes the death indicators are not only for trainees, even instructors like them are included. In the process of hand-in-hand coaching, if you are a little careless, the instructors may die at the hands of these brutal trainees.

Lin Mo saw the winner named Xinfeng let go of his opponent's lifeless body, but unexpectedly made a challenging gesture towards himself outside the court.

"It's Xinfeng, it really fits this kid's arrogant style! I think he is tired of working!"

"This idiot, who does he think he is? Wu Zun? How dare you challenge Lord Mo Lin, the sword god!"

"I don't know how much weight I have after winning a few games. I really think I am a real dragon knight!"

"That's right! Lord Molin doesn't need to care about such a small person who can be killed with a slap. If you want to challenge, let's talk about it after becoming a dragon knight."

A trainee challenged a strong man, even if the strong man was no longer a dragon knight, everyone inside and outside the arena regarded the absurd behavior of the trainee in the middle of the ring as ridiculous.

Isn't it, a guy who hasn't even cultivated the battle qi, wants to challenge the imperial hero who killed the five countries including the Tesi Empire and the Republic of Portland, isn't he courting death?

"Lord Mo Lin, don't pay attention to this kid! Ah! ~ People! ~ Mo, Lord Mo Lin!~"

Robbins found that Lord Molin beside him had disappeared. The next second, his pupils shrank slightly, and this adult suddenly appeared on the ring.

"Ah!~ Here it comes! Not good!"

Xinfeng didn't expect at all that the provocative object appeared in the dark steel wire mesh of the ring like a ghost, less than two steps away from him.

In the next second, he was stunned to find that he flew up into the air completely involuntarily, and then slammed into the black steel wire net. Under such a huge impact force, the black steel as isolation was like a sharp sword, cutting through Clothes, leaving a web of scars on the skin.

It seemed that every bone in his body was broken, and Xinfeng couldn't help moaning in pain due to the bursts of pain.

There was an uproar outside the stadium!

Master Mo Lin actually made a move, and put down this arrogant trainee so neatly that no one even saw his movements clearly.

"If I were you, before I have enough strength, I will never challenge the existence beyond my ability! Guys without self-knowledge are only worthy of being cannon fodder!"

Lin Mo bluntly taught this young trainee that his spirit was higher than his strength. There is no shortage of geniuses in the Dragonrider training camp, but geniuses who die halfway are nothing in the end.

Only those who survive to the end in the training camp can be called heroes.

To use a wise and foolish saying, you don't need to be stronger than the enemy, as long as you live longer than the opponent, you are the winner.

Not a single round, unable to see the opponent's movements at all, power is irresistible, even the fighting spirit has not appeared, Xinfeng completely lost the pride of winning just now, lying on the ground like a dead dog, panting heavily , his whole body twitched from time to time, but his eyes were fixed on the person who knocked him down.

The other party looked at him with strange eyes, pity, contempt, and indifference. Although he seemed to be laughing at his overreaching, there was not much irony. (To be continued. Please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)