After hearing this, the Flying Winged Poison Dragon roared with grief and anger. It wanted to tear the enemy in front of it into pieces.

Is this enough nonsense? Guan Heng crossed his shoulders and sneered: Since this is a personal grudge between you, I will not get involved. If you want to end things with the Flying Wing Poison Dragon, go to a spacious place.

Huh, whatever. Lin Lang is old and cunning, and he sees that Guan Heng is not weak, and thinks that it will be troublesome if this man joins forces with the Flying Winged Poison Dragon, but Guan Heng offers to let them fight in a duel, which is exactly what Lin Lang wants.

A few seconds later, a fierce fight started in the garden of the mansion.

It is true that Lin Lang is a magician, but in front of his magician, there is also the word "fight". The profession of combat magician is different from ordinary magicians, because in addition to being proficient in magic, their melee skills are also first-rate.

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Compared with the two professions of warrior swordsman, there is no difference between the combat magician except that he cannot use fighting spirit and body refining skills, so this guy Lin Lang took action and dared to directly challenge the flying poisonous dragon.

During the fight, the head of Lin Lang's pitch-black staff trembled slightly, and suddenly a sharp blade more than two feet long popped out. Not only could it be used for magic attacks, but it could also be used as a spear.

I saw the cold light of the sharp-edged staff in Lin Lang's palm flashing, never leaving the opponent's vital point with every move. Just as the flying-winged poisonous dragon escaped from a sharp attack, Lin Lang suddenly sneered: "Serial wind blade, slash"

In an instant, the wind elements suddenly gathered around the pitch-black staff and condensed into several wind blades. They swiped across the belly of the flying-winged poisonous dragon.

Puff, the two long and narrow wounds suddenly spurted out red mist, and the Winged Poison Dragon was injured and roared, then took three steps back in succession.

Haha. Succeeded. Lin Lang's blow was effective, and he was so proud that he almost looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. Unexpectedly, Poison Dragon endured the severe pain at this time, and with full of anger, he swung a heavy punch with an ice-blue color.

BANG The freezing fist, which contained unparalleled power, hit Lin Lang's shoulder squarely. The pain made him gasp, and he almost gave up and threw away the dark staff.

At this moment, the Flying Wing Poison Dragon took the opportunity to spray a cloud of freezing mist at the still bleeding wound. The bleeding was stopped in an instant, and then, a series of freezing fists hit Lin Lang like crazy. The Poison Dragon

He poured all his grief and anger into these attacks.

Uh ah ah ah Lin Lang let out a long series of screams. His whole body was constantly frozen. Bang The last frozen fist hit Lin Lang hard on the head, and there was only a crisp sound.

It was immediately beaten into powder.

Wuwuwu Lin Lang's body was frozen, and suddenly a black mist burst out, which was the ghost and undead formed in an instant.

Guan Heng sneered and showed his ghost-swallowing beast and said: Huh, just in time to check the information about your comrades.

Outside the city of Dirador, fifty kilometers to the north. The Red Eagle Mercenary Group. Guan Heng searched Lin Lang’s ghost memory and muttered to himself: The leader of the group, Ke Wen, is about fifty years old and has advanced and basic combat magic.

Division, mercenary group members, forty-five people.

Poison Dragon, it seems that these are all your enemies. Guan Heng said to the Flying Wing Poison Dragon: Let's go. Let all grudges be settled tonight.

The flying-winged poisonous dragon nodded solemnly, and suddenly flew into the sky with Guan Hengdou, flying straight towards the station of the Red Eagle Mercenary Group outside the city.

A moment later, outside the tent where the Red Eagle Mercenary Group was stationed, dozens of fireballs suddenly appeared in the sky above the tent. The fireballs fell down, and flames immediately rose.

It's on fire. Everyone ran out of the tent. I don't know who shouted first, and then, dozens of black shadows hurriedly ran out of the tent.

Ooooooo, the flying-winged poisonous dragon that had been waiting outside for a long time sprayed poisonous freezing mist at the magicians of the mercenary group. These people had no time to draw out their staffs to defend themselves, and they were frozen in the blink of an eye.

It became a huge ice cube.

At least thirty people were struck by the freezing fog. The remaining magicians were very skilled and used magic, magic or scrolls to block this strong freezing storm.

It was not a fire, but an enemy attack. A majestic voice suddenly shouted: The remaining people immediately formed a formation and counterattack.

Yes, Lord Captain. After hearing the command from this voice, the dozen or so magicians who were lucky enough not to be frozen immediately agreed. They waved their staffs, and in a blink of an eye, magic attacks such as fireballs, fire waves, ice picks, and wind blades came one after another.

He pointed at the flying-winged poisonous dragon that was showing off its ferocity just now.

Soon enough, Guan Heng beside the flying poisonous dragon suddenly gathered fire elements, and a flaming phoenix fluttered with dots of black fire, rushing straight towards the overwhelming magic attack.

Two huge waves of magical energy suddenly surged, and the winner was decided in an instant. The flaming phoenix swallowed up all the magical elements, and with no remaining power, it rushed towards the magicians again.

Wow, yaa, ya, a dozen magicians were immediately burned to death and rolled on the spot. At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of the magicians.

Captain, please help me. A magician whose whole body was blackened by fire suddenly reached out and grabbed the opponent's robe: Please

Hum, my mercenary group doesn’t need useless trash, you might as well die. The tall figure, Ke Wen, the leader of the Red Eagle Mercenary Group, suddenly thrust out the sword and staff in his hand, and swiped across the opponent’s neck.

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Tsk tsk tsk, you are so cruel to your subordinates. Seeing this, Guan Heng slowly shook his head and said: You are really ruthless.

What use do I have for these half-dead wastes? Ke Wen said nonchalantly: As long as you have money, you can recruit a group of die-hard loyalists who will work for me.

At this time, Ke Wen looked at Guan Heng, his eyes bursting with cold light: Can I ask, why did you attack my mercenary group?

Sorry, I am not the protagonist of revenge today. Guan Heng shrugged his shoulders, and then tapped the flying wing poisonous dragon beside him with his thumb: It is the one who wants to settle the old debt of genocide with you.

It's you, the Flying Winged Poison Dragon Ke Wen, who understood the whole story in an instant: It turns out it's you, the dead remnant, who came to seek revenge from me.

Very good, I have killed countless people in my life and hunted countless monsters. Ke Wen said slowly: Since you dare to come to me for revenge, I will continue, come on.

Roaring, ooooing, the Flying Winged Poison Dragon turned its head and shouted twice at Guan Heng. Guan Heng nodded: I understand, this is your own revenge. The little monkeys and I are here to help you cheer. We will never do it.

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