Ride and Cut

The style of elven stabbing swordsmanship is distinct, which is as gorgeous and light as a dance, but it is by no means an insignificant flower fist embroidering legs. It contains a very dangerous and murderous intent.

Dominic is obviously a master of this skill, and his swordsmanship is full of actions that can hardly be reproduced with human flexibility. Faced with the unusually changing sword into a whip, he also responded with an unusually strong body.

The stabbing sword is thin and unbearable, but the grain size is blazing and bright, and it is extremely clear and pure. Richard can conclude that this sword will not be more difficult to pierce through three layers of heavy armor than it is to pierce through a piece of window paper.

But the entire source blood armor on Dracula's body suddenly disintegrated into parts, and his brain smashed towards Dominic.

No matter how clever the body is, there is no way to evade the entire armor from close to the body.

In fact, the power of this "removal of armor" is very limited in a hurry. After all, Dracula's blood power is not endless, too much or too little blood is not convenient to play.

Just a big guy doesn't have to deal with things, like this, smashing out dozens of pounds at one time without accumulating energy, the effect can only be said to be better than nothing. For a human swordsman who can resist beating, in all likelihood, he won't be able to produce much effect, and maybe he will be counterattacked by his opponent.

But the slender body characteristics of the elves determine that they can only take the light and quick route, and it is impossible to take into account the rough and thick skin at the same time. Even a good player like Dominic can hardly break through the limitations of the race itself.

He only had time to make a move of retracting the sword and returning to defense, his forehead had already been firmed, and his eyes were instantly loose. The whole figure floated backwards like fallen leaves, and then slammed heavily on the ground.

A group of strong men from the mountain fort rushed up and pressed his hands face down on the cold ground.

This guy is quite tough, and there are three or five brawny men who are struggling so hard that they almost can't hold it. It's hard to imagine that there are such heroes among the elves who are known for their slenderness.

"How could it be!" the little white-faced elf prince screamed like a chicken.

"His Royal Highness, I said that I would be able to break your legs." Lord Lord shrugged and smiled very kindly. "Don't say I disrespect the guests. Which leg do you want to break first?"

Richard was not surprised by this result at all. Since getting the space ring that can hold living creatures, Dracula's strength has more than doubled compared to before—it's a qualitative change.

Adequate source blood supply brings a variety of styles of play, and it is normal to suffer a loss for the first time.

If the two sides are familiar with each other, the fight may be another result. But this is not a child's play. Losing is winning or winning. There are so many ifs.

"I am a foreign envoy, you can't move me!"

The warriors of Alpine Fort had already started, and they thought they were quite restrained, but the forest elf ranger was still defeated like a soldering iron to burn butter. Just now, the spirited little white face was carried by a Shire warrior, like a chicken.

"Richard, don't forget it." Annie pulled on Richard's sleeve lightly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, "After all, he is the prince of the Elf Kingdom, so if there is a big trouble, there will be trouble."

"Prince shit, it's just a wild elf that sprang out of the ravine." The lord stretched out his hand and scratched Annie's nose. "The elf kingdom hasn't even written a word, and this prince is a bird."

"Actually... there is no need to do this for me." The sweetness in the half-elf's tone can kill a honey-loving brown bear.

"Can you be more awake?" Richard rolled his eyes and said stiffly, "What is it for you, Lao Tzu is obviously for the decentness of Gaoshan Fort!"

The matter of Lord Lord's good face is almost well-known to everyone, and there is a sympathy around him.

The majestic Shire warrior raised the thick beech stick with his wrist high, and the next moment he would have a big collision with his leg bones, and the result would be self-evident.

Seeing the inevitable, the elf prince did not continue to beg for mercy like a soft egg.

"Say your name!" If the bitterness has weight, this little white face can crush the lord of Alpine Fortress to death with his eyes alone, "Friedheim will always remember this shame!"

"Lord of the Alpine Castle, Marquis of Pompeii and Guardian of the Wilderness, Eagle Knight, Dragon Slayer, Titan Terminator, Captain of the Ripper Legion..." Dracula sneered, "If necessary, this list is fine. Continue to extend."

"My name is Richard, and I remember clearly, don't find the wrong person." Lord Lord winked at him and snapped his fingers.

"When the Titans come back to the world! You humble monkeys! You will have to pay your blood...ah!"

Sharp screams resounded through the sky.

After a while, there was another sound.

Richard was taken aback, then sneered and went away.

"How's it going?" Back to Du Peng's house, the fat old man asked without looking up.

Sinclair had woken up, sitting on the armchair with his knees hugged, eyes wide open, not knowing what he was thinking.

"A prince who claims to be from the kingdom of the elves." Lord Lord shrugged. "Seeing the undead, the most stubborn elves have a day of abandoning the training and uniting the nation. It is really a living sun coming out from the west."

"I seem to have heard a little bit of wind on this matter, but I didn't expect it to be done." Du Pont handed Sinclair a plate of biscuits, and the latter was dumbfounded. "But this should be a good thing, after all, in the face of possible future invasions. , Elves are also human comrades."

"Not necessarily." Richard greeted an elf maid and asked her to take the others back first.

There are some words that are not suitable for too many people to hear, even those who know the bottom line can not do it.

"you mean?"

Richard pursed his lips and shook his head, his face a little solemn, "Master, you should know. In the Titan Age, the elves are the darlings of the Titans, and their status is many times higher than that of humans."

"so what?"

"Compared to today's situation where they can only live in deep mountains and old forests to avoid human slavery teams, UU reading www.uukanshu.com must miss the days when they were held in the palm of the Titans." Lord Lord pretended to shrug his shoulders lightly. "I suspect that in resisting the Titans, they may be far less determined than humans."

This wasn't his nonsense, but the association made by Richard when the unlucky elf prince Felidheim spoke harshly.

Ruthless talk is mostly just a catharsis, but occasionally, it reveals something a little bit.

The small living room fell silent for a while, only the teapot sitting on the fireplace sizzled with steam.

"This is just your guess, and it can't prove anything." Du Peng gave him a deep look.

"But..." Richard was about to continue speaking when suddenly a stern knock on the door came.

"The distinguished guest finally came to the door." Du Peng stood up and said as he walked towards the door, "please allow me to introduce you to Taigulong, Ms. Yeyu."

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