With a push of his left hand, Cervantes's body spun on the ground, his legs swept across the ground, and the ranger had already expected it, so he jumped into the air, but the scimitar and his right hand were still tightly grasped and could not break free.

At this time, Cervantes pushed his right arm hard, the ranger's pupils shrank, and before his body was unbalanced, he used this force to flip backwards and landed, and when he raised his head, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking wind, and without thinking, he leaned back and dodged the leg that the black dragon jumped up from the ground.

Jumping up from the ground, the body swirls and sweeps with one leg, and the whole set of movements is smooth, although the movements are not fast, but it looks flawless.

Cervantes missed one leg, and the dragon's tail was immediately attached, and a tail slapped the ranger to the ground.

"Ahem!"

After the ranger was slapped on the ground, he didn't catch his breath, and immediately choked on his throat with saliva.

Cervantes did not continue the pursuit, as the warrior and the warrior monk rushed at the same time.

The black dragon took a deep breath and lunged forward, striking a stance—speaking of which, it seemed like he hadn't used the martial arts he had created for a long time.

The warrior and the warrior monk did not react to the black dragon's sudden strange posture, the warrior rushed to Cervantes, clenched the hilt of the giant sword with both hands, and swung the giant sword with both arms, the blade cut through the air, and when the power of the hilt was transmitted to the tip of the sword, the powerful centrifugal force had already let the giant sword out of the warrior's control.

"Drink!" the warrior let out a loud cry and pressed his hands down.

The giant sword slashed down with the momentum of splitting the wind and waves, and Cervantes only moved his feet and moved slightly, dodging the sword.

The giant sword in the warrior's hand slammed into the ground, smashing a large hole in the ground, and he wanted to raise his sword and slash horizontally, but a fist covered with pitch-black scales was already enlarged in his eyes.

Cervantes punched the warrior in the face, knocking several cracks into the mask in his face.

At this moment, the warrior monk, who had made a mistake in his prediction, held the warrior's shoulders and jumped up and kicked Cervantes.

The dragon's head turned slightly, the black dragon grinned and showed a mouthful of sharp teeth, and the right hand that had not yet been withdrawn fell on the leg of the warrior monk, pressed down slightly and pushed it away hard, and at the same time opened his legs and walked to the side of the warrior in two steps.

The warrior monk fell to the ground with his back to the black dragon in shock, and the warrior raised his elbow and slammed it to the side, but the black dragon held it with his palm.

The ranger who got up from the ground saw the black dragon spin around and raise his legs, and pressed his knee against the crook of the warrior's leg, instantly making him fall to one knee on the ground.

What happened?

Cervantes grabbed the warrior's neck and jaw with his claws, twisting his head before he could react.

Quack!

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the warrior's body had already fallen to the ground, and the warrior monk was spinning his leg again at this time.

This leg is not very harmful to a warrior, but it is enough to kill Cervantes, who now only has a mage physique.

The black dragon was half-kneeling on the ground, and at this time, the warrior monk kicked him, and if he hit, his head would inevitably break off his neck and be kicked out - provided that it could hit!

Cervantes rolled sideways and dodged the kick.

The warrior monk missed one leg, then jumped in front of the black dragon on tiptoe, and stepped down suddenly.

Rumble!

The earth and stones were splashed on the ground, but there was no flesh and blood in them, and the face under the monk's mask changed slightly, because the black dragon's legs were wrapped around his calves.

Cervantes supported the ground with his left palm, and at the same time his waist and abdomen were strained, and his body was already standing up.

On the way, he punched the warrior monk in the waist and abdomen, but he blocked it with one hand, and then his left leg retreated, and the right leg was stuck between the monk's legs and knees.

At this moment, the remnant sun was still lingering, and the heavens and the earth were plunged into darkness.

The silent wanderer once again emerged from the shadow beneath the black dragon, and this time, his dagger slashed at the black dragon's left leg.

"Huh!" A sneer suddenly sounded, and the wanderer watched as his left leg suddenly moved forward, his pupils shrank, and his body disappeared, returning to the shadow plane.

Cervantes' left hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the monk's robe, and the sole of his left foot slammed into the monk's face with his knee on the ground.

The warrior monk raised his hand again to resist, but the black dragon took the opportunity to straighten his right leg, so that the warrior monk's legs were spread apart, and a stumble appeared under his feet, and his right leg also landed again.

Then the right fist and left knee suddenly poured out, shaking the warrior monk's hands.

The warrior monk's body is instantly unbalanced, but it is only an instant, but this moment is enough!

Cervantes' right hand reached out again and grabbed the waistband of the warrior monk's trousers, and the warrior monk also reached out in time to grab his wrist, but only heard the black dragon sneer again, and there was a momentary hesitation.

Grabbing the placket of the monk's shirt with one hand and the waistband of his trousers with the other, Cervantes lifted the monk from the ground and threw him backwards.

Seeing this, the ranger, who rushed behind Cervantes and was about to swing his sword, hurriedly rolled sideways, watching the black dragon slam the warrior monk with the strongest hand-to-hand combat ability among them to the ground.

Before he had time to be in a trance, the restless ranger gritted his teeth and handed out the scimitar in his hand and stabbed it into the neck of the black dragon.

"Give me the !!" the Ranger let out a roar of rage, only to see the black dragon lean over the stab again.

The face under the mask was suddenly distorted, and the ranger flipped his wrist and slashed the scimitar in his hand.

However, the black dragon raised his body at such a moment, and the ranger watched this terrifying scene, and he could even feel the blade breaking through the scales and cutting into the muscles.

After Cervantes threw the warrior monk to the ground, his right wrist gushed out, shaking the warrior monk's palm open again, and his left fist was against his chest, frantically sending the little strength left in the dantian into the warrior monk's chest.

The ranger stabbed at him, he leaned over to dodge, and when he chopped it off, he raised his body, because the old power was exhausted, and the new power was not born!

The ranger could only feel a force coming from his hand, and Cervantes stood up straight with his scimitar on his head.

He looked at the cold vertical pupils, and before he could shiver, the black dragon spun around again and hooked his leg to the crook.

The ranger involuntarily knelt down on one knee, only to see a fist slam into his face from the bottom up.

Warriors, warrior monks, and rangers all fell to the ground, and it was only a minute before Cervantes got up.

"Too weak......"

Cervantes watched the ranger fall to the ground on his back, unable to turn over and stand up immediately because his leg was hooked by himself, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Is the Dragon Hunting Order also gone......?

Even if the power of muscles and the power of the bloodline are imprisoned, he is still a legend, and the reason why he can become a 'legend' is never only because of the powerful muscle power and the power of the bloodline.

The Ranger's eyes behind the mask were full of anger, but he saw that the black dragon suddenly bent down—

The Ranger lying on the ground wanted to swing his sword again, and at this moment it was still the weapon in his hand that was more worthy of relying on than a spell that took time.

Cervantes' fingers flexed and struck the ranger's wrist with unmistakable precision, causing his arm to go numb and the scimitar to nearly fall weakly.

Then he straightened out his fingers and fell suddenly!

The dragon's claws pierced the ranger's eye sockets and inserted them into his brain, leaving him suffocated as a corpse.

After withdrawing his hand, Cervantes snapped his fingers again, and the body of the warrior monk lying on the ground trying to expel the external force suddenly shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his eyes were straight and there was no more sound.

The black dragon flicked his fingers, stood up, and walked slowly towards the warrior.

Transcendent warriors don't die so easily-

The warrior had already picked up his weapon, covering his still chaotic head, and watched as the black dragon was approaching step by step, and his face under the mask was extremely hideous.

Why...... Why hasn't he gotten weaker?

Cervantes frowned, stopped abruptly, and looked at the warrior with a solemn look in his eyes.

It's dangerous......