His whole body was tense, and he struggled desperately to raise his head. At this moment, the dragon flew down from the sky, and the latter's appearance seemed to activate the crown mark on the back of Fang Plover's hand, a bright flash of light.

It bloomed and formed a huge hemispherical shield. Not only did the dragon hit the shield with his head, but the force field also pushed away the person who was suppressing him.

Fang Yu looked at his hand in surprise, then looked back and saw the man's appearance clearly.

It was an assassin wearing a mask and a weird top hat with a hood on his head. The assassin was pushed away by the force field and hit a tree heavily.

On the other side, the dragon was seriously injured and was still shaking its huge head. It felt like swooping down from a height of tens of meters and hitting a wall with its head. You can understand it if you think about it.

Fang Yu looked at the crown mark on his hand and it dimmed again, but now he at least understood that it was not the same as these two guys. So he took another look at the big and small guys.

, covered the mark with his hand, turned around and ran in the other direction.

The assassin behind him recovered first, grabbed the roots of the tree, climbed up, stepped on the branches of the mangrove forest, and chased in this direction from the crown of the tree. Fang Plover kept looking back to see the distance between him and himself.

The magic furnace behind the assassin was obviously in operation, and the crystals on his boots and gloves were glowing, making him feel as if he was walking on flat ground among the branches.

From time to time, he would grab the vines and fly forward, like Tarzan.

Climbing gloves and balance boots——

There are not many people who can use these two combat tools well. Even among assassins, there is only one out of ten. However, Fang Plover couldn't be happy to be targeted by such a little master.

He suddenly remembered what Tianlan had said to him during the day. Among the people at the elder sister's head, there was a very powerful assassin.

That little French girl is really a super crow-mouthed person.

As he ran forward desperately, there was a lone mangrove standing in the water in front of him. The surrounding area was already engulfed in a raging sea of ​​fire. The dragon flames even burned directly on the water surface for a long time.

The firelight overshadowed everything, dragging the shadow of the cage-shaped tree roots longer and longer.

Fang Plover estimated the distance.

The assassin finally arrived above his head and swooped forward, but Fang Plover suddenly stopped, just in time for the assassin to pounce into the pool in front of him.

He watched helplessly as the man fell into the water, and with a 'swish' sound, a water column was stirred up.

He could give this person a maximum of three points for his entry into the water, but no higher.

The assassin finally stood up again, but he looked at Fang Plover with some confusion - the latter actually didn't run away, and even raised his hand to wave at him.

"Farewell." Fang Plover shouted.

Then he turned around and ran.

The assassin was stunned for a moment, then picked up his top hat, poured out the water inside, poured it clean, and then covered his head again. At this moment, a huge shadow enveloped him from behind.

He turned around and saw only a huge open mouth - a swamp angler.

And the densely packed sharp teeth are like a whirlpool.

"mmp!"

These are the assassin's last words.

However, Fang Yu was no better than him. He didn't run very far when he discovered another problem - this direction was the way he came, which was closer to the Traveller's Rest hotel.

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And when he turned around, he happened to see a huge shadow emerging from the edge of the mangrove forest.

The dragon has already chased him out.

Fang Yu froze on the spot.

The remnant soul of Nicol Bolas raised its neck and looked down at this tiny human, its gaping mouth seeming to contain a mocking smile.

And the only remaining golden-red eye contained the light of victory. It raised its paws, and a huge shadow enveloped Fang Plover.

"Now I really only have one life left." Fang Pultru couldn't help but close his eyes and thought to himself.

But this is the time.

A bright light suddenly pierced the darkness and hit the giant dragon in the chest.

The latter let out an earth-shattering roar, raised its entire upper body, and fell backwards. It fell into the water with a bang, then rolled and struggled to get up, panting and staring angrily ahead with its golden-red eyes.

A deep roar came from his throat, and he spoke for the first time: "It's you again, Shuyode!"

The voice was a neutral and deep female voice, filled with unforgettable hatred.

Fang Plover unexpectedly turned around and saw a tall figure walking out of the mist, holding a slender sword in his hand.

That's the owner of the hotel - Mazak.
Chapter completed!