Dragon Zero

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At night, the moonlight remained, and under the moonlight, the murderous sounded.

"kill him!"

Zalberg's order killed the three guards who were hiding in the dark.

Bing Zhixie was shocked, and in surprise, the mace, fist, and magic had killed himself. He didn't have much time to think about it, and his free-spirited magic instantly cast: "Feng Ji shield..."

The ice shell stood, blocking all three moves.

"... Spiral ice knife!" The moment of blocking the killing move, the ice child evil magical variation, the Fengji shield rotates and decomposes at a rapid speed, turning into a thin curved ice blade attacking his surroundings.

The female bodyguard holding the fist blade turned over at the moment when the first ice blade flew out, and the cold ice front flew past her chest, and then the second and third ice blades wiped her hair when she turned to stand upside down Silk and his left arm flew by. Then there was a series of crisp sounds, and the remaining ice front was completely blocked by her pair of fists.

Bing Zhixie said in secret: "Master."

Look at the other guard holding a mace stick next to him. He was wearing a heavy steel armor, but the damage of the spiral ice skate was completely blocked. The mace brass stick in his hand was raised high again.

"It's a nuclear crystal steel armor!" Bing Zhixie secretly said, stepping in a hurry under his feet, and flew to a height of tens of meters in the blink of an eye, and the ground was slammed, and the roof was smashed into a stone pit.

At the far end of the rooftop, the magic guard flies up into the air, and a magic bead beside him emits a light green halo, rotating around him. The magic in his hand flashes continuously, and the four-color light wheels of poison, earth, water, and thunder are sacrificed at the same time. In a mixed-color five-round light array: "Poison Magic·Fatal Dragon!"

"Magic!"

Don't think about it, it is not very likely that the sixth-order red robe magi can sacrifice five rounds of light array, and the most magical is the one who can make master magic.

The snake-shaped mud dragon flew out of the light array. The brown body of the sauce was a mixture of mud and water. The blue current flashed faintly in its muddy water body, and its mouth was spitting turbid poison, circling in the air. , Chasing straight to Bingzhixie.

Bingzhixie didn't have time to raise the magic power to resist, not only the magical interval just after the teleportation, but also because the fist of the fist female guard had been forced again. There is no way, the shadow warriors are separated instantly, and the chaotic black shadow chain is dispersed at the same time as the shadow warriors are separated.

The shadow chains of these shadow warriors can not only attack the body of the person, but also directly attack the shadow of the other party, including the shadow of the poison dragon, which has been restrained and slowed by the shadow chain.

"Stop." Zarberg suddenly called out to stop the fight.

The Dragon's magic was lifted, the fist female bodyguard fell back to the ground, and the three attackers re-entered into the dark.

Terosa was stunned by this short and sudden battle, and only then did she react and asked, "Master Prince, what's going on?"

Zalberg smirked and waved his hand: "It's okay, I just heard you say he is a member of the S-class mercenary regiment. I want to try if it's true."

"It turns out that way." Trosa reassured.

At this time, Bingzhixie also slowly fell from the sky and back to the ground.

"Sorry." Zalberg smiled at Bing Zhixie: "It was just a temptation, and now it seems that the members of the S-class mercenary regiment are indeed worthy of the name. Under the attack of my three guards, they can still No injuries."

Bing Zhixie snorted softly, with a few arrogant words in his tone: "It's not the S-class mercenary regiment, it's me. If it wasn't for the prince just to stop it in time, I'm afraid someone is injured now."

Trosa smiled twice and came to Bing Zhixie to whisper, "Don't talk like this to Master Prince."

"It's okay." Zalbergh heard Trotha's whispering: "I like capable people, and capable people are always more proud than others."

Bing Zhixie said: "I also like people with vision, and people with vision can cooperate better."

"You want to cooperate with me? What do you want?"

Bing Zhixie said: "I want status, reputation, and power. I want everything in this world, and I want everything I can."

Zalberg said: "Isn't your status and reputation enough?"

Bing Zhixie shook his hand: "Those are just the status and reputation of mercenaries. I don't want to be a mercenary for life. So I want more practical benefits. I know that you have your desires and ambitions, I want to be ambitions in you. Should be useful to me within the scope of."

"My ambition?"

"Master Prince, why do you hide it? You and I are smart people, and some words don't need to be understood so clearly." Bing Zhixie said: "Master Trosa recommended me here, just to know that you are useful to me Place. Since you and I each have what we need, isn’t that the best opportunity for cooperation?"

Zalberg said: "Young people like you have such ambitions."

Bing Zhixie turned around and looked at the city outside his official residence: "Doesn't money and desires be what everyone is after? Wanting to keep satisfying yourself is the same for adults and children alike."

"But you are different from those of your age."

Bing Zhixie said lightly: "It is not that I am different from them, but that they want to be independent from me."

"Hahahahahaha..." Zalberg suddenly laughed loudly: "This is the most arrogant words I have ever heard in my life, and no wonder you will come to me."

"Then our cooperation?"

Zalberg said: "I still have to think about cooperation."

"Oh?" Bing Zhixie said: "My hesitation has disappointed me a little."

After hearing this, Terosa was startled by a cold sweat.

"You don't have to worry too much, you have to be patient if you want to cooperate. I need to know more about you." Zalberg said: "Tellosa, take this Mr. Silest back, I will Will send someone to find him personally."

"Then the official quit." Trosa left here with Bing Zhixie.

After Bingzhixie left, Zalberg returned to the study room alone, thinking of the meeting just now, and said in his heart: "Sylester Bingzhixie, some time ago Apollo killed you without success. King Capital, it is really surprising, and even more surprising is that Terosa will recommend you to me. Now Apollo and Rehoge are not in the capital, and you are engaged in the relationship with Terosa in such a short time. Come so close, what is your purpose in coming to the king? Find me to cooperate, if I don’t know your situation, maybe I will really believe your words, but you can’t think of it, the first time I met you , I already knew you well."

...

On the other side, in a village on the outskirts of the city, a group of unknown celebrities attacked the villagers in the village.

In the village, the guardian Ding of the Ai Wen family looked nervously at the men in black in the house, fearing that they would come down again and start another massacre. But more people looked worriedly at the owner, hoping that he could say "I know" and "I tell you" to relieve the nightmare tonight.

Seeing the tension and fear of the domestic servants and the guards, Buti’s pressure was even greater. He knew what his words represented. He couldn’t bear to see the people die tragically, and he didn’t want to see the painful scene of falling down, but In his mouth, he only lingered repeatedly: "I...I..."

Seeing the master looks like this, some Ding guards were angry: "I can't stand it anymore. Mr. Aiwen clearly doesn't know what myriad stones are. They have to force Mr. Aiwen to say that they don't know. It’s better to fight with them than to be so humiliated!" Then he rushed up with his weapon.

"No, don't." Buti and the people around him quickly stopped the impulsive guard: "We are not their opponents. Even if there are masters like you and the Archmage in the guards, they cannot be their opponents. In the past it would only be death."

In fact, there is no need to say, but everyone can see that many of the guardians summoned by the black men are king-beast-level Warcraft, and the rest are unseen by them. Although there are two Tier 6 masters in Buti's personal guards, they still can't change this disparity.

Seeing Buti kept silent, the black leader raised his right hand slowly. The five black men on the right immediately clenched their weapons and waited for the hand to fall before killing.

"Wait, wait." Buti stopped the black-clad leader's hands hanging in the air, he swallowed hard and shuddered, "I...I know..."

At this moment, a burst of music sounded in this tense village, and the graceful piano sounded the most soothing tone. Everyone was attracted by the sudden music, looking for a sound, a piano, a figure of one person, sitting at the top of the church, playing the most beautiful movement.

"Well! Who?"

The question of the man in black is also the question of everyone's heart. No one knows how he appeared, and no one knows when he appeared. This person seemed to have sat on the top of the church as long as he waited to play the most moving movement under the most beautiful moonlight.

The music is melodious and brisk, and the tracks played like elves dancing on the musical notes. In the moonlight, in front of the white piano, the young musician indulged in this smart tone. I saw his blue stand-up collar costume and silver curly hair. Under the moonlight, he could clearly see his white cheeks. His slightly cuffed cuffs, his slender white fingers, and the beautiful touch when sliding over eighty-eight piano keys, seemed to be a pair of hands that could penetrate the soul, giving people the deepest touch.

I don't know when the sound of the piano has stopped, but people still seem to be intoxicated by this charming echo.

The pianist had fallen to the ground, and a slender blue sword was held in his hand. He strode towards the man in black stride, because his sword was about to play another piece of soul-relieving movement...

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