The Missionary of the Second Dimension

However, if Leticia's Dragon Shadow is the initial style, then Azdakaha's Dragon Shadow is the final style.

Even though it only has the shape of a simple shadow blade, it has a power that surpasses that of Leticia's shadow of the dragon.

The overwhelming black shadow blades covered the sky, even now Zhai Nan could only avoid the jetting shadow blades, but could not shorten the distance between him and Azdakaha.

"Clang, clang——!"

Golden sparks continuously splashed from the surface of the dragon armor.

There is a special barrier formed by magic and divine power on the surface of his body, and the dragon armor also has extremely high defense.

If it was Leticia instead, Zhai Nan could directly carry it forward.

But not now, the sound of jingling echoed in my ears, if Zhai Nan really planned to go straight up, I am afraid that the barrier and dragon armor would be torn apart by the shadow blade before rushing to one-third of the distance.

Then the exposed body was torn apart by the remaining shadow blades, making it difficult to revive.

In fact, in the previous fights, Zhai Nan's body has suffered a lot of trauma, but he has relied on the power of the male sheep and the healing of the Holy Light to support him until now.

But why would he stop here in a daze to beat someone?

In the next second, Zhai Nan's figure turned into a gust of wind and disappeared in place.

Since it is impossible to get close to Azdakaha now, let's start with its younger brother.

Zhai Nan's eyes aimed at the two-headed dragons closest to the bottom. Although they had the power to rival the gods, they were only five-figure peak power.

They noticed Zhai Nan who was falling rapidly like a meteor, and they were highly intelligent and immediately prepared to fight back... …

But the double-headed dragon is a double-headed dragon after all, and the avatar is just an avatar, no matter what, it can't reach the level of the main body.

Those two-headed dragons were torn apart by Zhai Nan in an instant, and at this time, Azdakaha finally stopped releasing the Shadow Blade.

"Being able to achieve this level is indeed a commendable qualification, but you and I are enemies, and each end will eventually fail."

Azdakaha's voice came from above.

"It's just a poor guy who has been sealed for two hundred years. What big talk is there?!"

Although he knew that Azdakaha was very strong, he absolutely couldn't lose in terms of momentum.

Hearing this, Azdakaha only responded with a smile.

"Forget it, there is no kindness between enemies, and two hundred years is enough to make some people forget my existence."

The laughter ends here.

The red jade-like eyes of the three-headed dragon stared at Zhai Nan below, shaking the sky and the earth with a stronger momentum.

"I am a three-digit number! One of the gods of the Zoroastrian Cult——the demon king Azdakaha! Take over the flag and the three-digit number, and will face the incarnation of the mortal incarnation as the devil king for the rest of his life!"

Under this arrogance, mixed with the scorching wind and waves surging around, the flag on Azdakaha's back was blown loudly.

The original text of evil is printed on the flag of AKsara.

At the same time, Azdaka 3.1 Ha raised three heads pierced by the piles, and let out a roar that shook the sky.

At the same time, Zhai Nan was also invited to fight.

"Okay, let the horses come over, Yingjie, who has been missing for hundreds of years!

Do your best!

Do your best!

Exhausted bravery—try to become the shining sword that pierces my chest! "

After Azdakaha made such a declaration, there was no organizer's declaration, and no contestant's contract documents fell from the sky.

Because this is a contract that has existed since the split of heaven and earth, it is enough for people to know everything without explanation.

"Don't worry, I will do as you wish!"

Looking at the aloof dragon, Zhai Nan's body turned into a stream of red light, rushing towards the sky from the ground. .

Chapter [-] Hold the Dragon Body High

Blood and water, fire and steel.

The strong are born strong, and the weak are helpless.

Azdakaha approached rapidly, the white body and the air had a violent friction, driving everything around, kicking up high dust and light, a body with the mass of a continent trembled, it would block everything in front of it All flushed away.

There is only one goal.

Kill the person in front of you, and then step over his corpse to destroy everything behind him.

Zhai Nan, who was exuding a strong red magic aura, pulled off several damaged dragon blades.

Raising his hands, he collided violently with Azdakaha who was rushing forward, the red gauntlets and white sharp claws were entangled.

With a strong impact, Azdakaha pushed Zhai Nan back violently, smashing dozens of boulders in a row, and Zhai Nan's feet dragged the ground into a thousand-meter-long ravine.

But in the end, when he was about to be pushed out of the Brilliant Flame City, the speed weakened and stopped.

Facing Azdakaha's onslaught, Zhai Nan resisted.

"BOOST—!"