When it comes to aerial combat, dragons possess near-incredible spiritual instincts, a talent that runs through their veins.

The red young dragon named Alfonso was no exception, and of course it knew that once it was in a lower position, it would face a very passive situation. Then he raised his head and spewed out a dragon's breath fireball.

The scorching heat distorts the air. The pure elemental flames gathered in a clump and went straight away.

Don't seek to kill the opponent, just buy yourself a little precious time to take off.

It smelled an unsettling aura in that grotesque-looking black beast, so it definitely wouldn't take it lightly, and it thought it was okay to choose tactics.

But in the eyes of the people on the ground, Chiqiu was also simply too flexible, and he dodged his breath with a slight swing. Then, like a weighing stone, it swooped down from the vantage point.

While ascending and descending, the speed at which the two sides approached each other was inevitably too fast, and they could only react according to their instincts.

Gerald raised his spear, and the red dragon Alfonso spread his claws.

The lord was laughing maniacally, and Chiqiu's body tensed.

With a bang, Richard knocked the long riding gun fixed to the saddle and flew away, flying and falling somewhere.

The dragon's claws left several bloody scratches on Chiqiu's chest, and a puff of black hair scattered in all directions. Not to be outdone, Chiqiu used his horns to pierce a bloody hole in the dragon's arm.

The point is that the lord took the opportunity to return the sword again!

With this sword, I almost killed myself. A deep wound that reached the jaw was cut from the side of the red dragon's mouth, and the bones inside could be seen, and the golden dragon's blood gushed out as if it didn't need money!

Alfonso's roar suddenly leaked a little.

Tough skin, thick scales, and strong flesh combine to form the dragon's almost exaggerated defenses. An ordinary heavy swordsman slashes with all his might, and at most he can leave a white mark on the scales.

But all this, in front of the lord of Alpine Castle, as if it did not exist, was even weaker than sheepskin!

The two sides staggered past each other, each circling separately, and in an instant they were separated by a few hundred yards. Then he turned his head sharply and looked at each other fiercely.

"Spit dragon breath. Gerald patted Alfonso, the red dragon, on the neck.

He had already realized that the other party was by no means mediocre, just a weapon exchange broke several bones in his hands, and the strength was simply not too domineering!

Dragons are intelligent monsters that can understand the lingua franca perfectly.

"Send me to its back. Richard was bathed in golden dragon blood, and his fierce force shattered half of his clothes, revealing a strong muscle in the ragged body, shining to the extreme.

Chiqiu couldn't understand the lingua franca, but he could understand the meaning with the help of the spiritual connection between the two sides.

Although both sides are air cavalry, the mode of operation is completely different. The main force between Gerrard and Alfonso is undoubtedly Alfonso. And between Lord Lord and Chiqiu, Richard is the main attacker.

So everyone on the ground was able to see for themselves, and Qiqiu was like a swallow hiding from the rain, dodging three dragon breath fireballs in succession.

This red dragon is still too young, and the use of dragon breath is far from sophisticated and ruthless. The long-range air cannon allows opponents to easily dodge, causing a deadly waste.

Even if it is a dragon, it is impossible to use the dragon's breath indefinitely, and when people come closer, how can there be inventory to squander.

Richard jumped up directly from Chiqiu's back and pounced on Alfonso, and the magnetic force acted on the dragon in his hand, dragging him like a galloping horse, and the speed was ridiculously fast!

This bizarre often skews the prediction.

The claws swung into the air, and the dragon's breath passed by, and the lord had already landed on it.

The dragon's tough scales, razor-sharp claws, and formidable strength make it unafraid to fight any opponent in close quarters, making it the ultimate sky fighter in its own right.

But this time, it faced a different opponent than before.

A dragon roar filled with pain resounded in the sky above the Vatis, attracting countless surprised and uncertain eyes.

The new version of the dragon slayer, which is nearly two blades long, is completely submerged into the flesh from the shoulder blade to the top, instantly disintegrating all of Alfonso's ability to resist.

The dragon's wings struggled to flapped twice, and finally could only flatten weakly, and the tonnally heavy dragon was recaptured by gravity and quickly swooped to the ground.

Richard tugged at Gerald's clothes and pulled him off the saddle, and the two of them were caught together by Chichu with a broad back in the fall.

The pitch-black demon's wings flapped slowly and descended from the collapsed dome of the Tunguska Colosseum. The sunlight was blocked by them, casting huge shadows on the ground, like dark clouds.

"Fortunately, I was not dishonored. The lord threw Gerald to the ground.

This dragon knight, who was still in high spirits just now, lay on the ground like soft mud, tears streaming down his face, and his whole person had fallen into a collapse, "My dragon!

The giant beast Qiqiu turned into a little Qiqiu again, and a handful of white hair on his chest was stained with red blood, looking pitiful.

"Qiqiu~" The little thing was lying in his arms coquettishly, and the two little tears were full of tears, which suddenly made Richard feel very distressed.

The eyes of the others in the Colosseum were a little glazed, and they were silent for a while.

It wasn't that they hadn't imagined that the dragon knights might be defeated, and they also knew that since they could bear the name of the dragon slayer, the lord of Alpine Fort must have two brushes.

But even the most daring person never expected that it would be so fast! After taking off, it was only two rounds of attack and defense, and the speed was dizzying, and before they could see who was superior and who was inferior, the winner was already clear.

It's completely different from the imaginary dragon fight, fierce competition, and then hard winning.

"The reality has always been like this, a mistake can determine life and death in an instant. Richard scoffed at this thought, "I also played ping pong for a long time, do you think it's a commercial arena to show you?"

Derick's eyes were particularly complicated.

If your friend fails an exam, you'll be upset. But when he did get a perfect score, he was definitely even more sad. He's feeling a little bit like that right now.

To say that brilliance is certainly not brilliance, but this is human nature.

"Well done!" the ups and downs made Prince Schmidt feel that his old heart was a little unbearable, and he clutched his chest and gasped more violently than Richard.

The prospect suddenly brightened, and his face was flushed, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

"Pompey won the first victory, a great battle, and the players had a half-hour break. Beruni's voice was heard again from the highest floor of the auditorium.

He was probably the only one in the room who could fully enjoy the sights.

"You see, my words count, and if I say spare his life, I will spare his life. The lord returned his sword to the sheath, wiped the sticky dragon blood on his face, and said with a grin.

Prince Abel was left in place, his face pale. Gerald still knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, "My dragon!