The head of the evil dragon that was killed hundreds of years ago was buried in the graveyard by the dark elves, and all four claws were transformed into skeletal evil spirits: Skeleton Virtue, inheriting the power of reflecting damage; Szak inherits the power of falling rocks; Zachasia inherits the power of melee; Kurad inherits the power of long-range shots.

There is talk of his body being transformed in "The Legend of the Evil Dragon in the Naturalist Chronicles of Arad", and seeing this, Yang Jian frowned.

"It seems that if you want to fight the evil dragon in a decisive battle, you must first get rid of its minions."

"If these four evil spirits guessed correctly, they should be scattered in the four directions of the evil dragon graveyard. Each defeat will definitely delay time, and we must find a way to concentrate on destroying it."

After a little thought, Yang Jian came up with a plan.

"Hans," he told the martial artists, "just bother you to go around the whole cemetery."

Hans understood, he nodded, and began to change his clothes.

He reduced the weight of his whole body to a minimum, and at the same time replaced it with a pair of lightweight oriental sticks as a self-defense weapon.

"Then I'll lead the enemy into the encirclement at the gate of the dragon graveyard."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

Yang Jian turned his head and said to everyone, "Let's hurry up and prepare."

After about a stick of incense, the entrance of the evil dragon cemetery was as silent as death.

It didn't take long for the sound of eager footsteps in the distance.

"Whew", Hans was like a gust of wind galloping, his face was panting, but he had no intention of stopping.

Finally running to the opening, Hans finally stopped and took a breath.

He wiped his sweat, and there was no one around, and it was silent.

That's when something happened.

Within the circle centered on him, the soil loosened in all four directions.

Hans watched vigilantly in all directions, not daring to be careless.

Several claws stuck out of the ground, and four skeleton generals with sharp blades crawled out!

As soon as they were unearthed, they slashed at Hans's lower body with the sharp blades in their hands.

"Hmph", Hans sensed the enemy's movement and quickly launched a counterattack.

He had a whip leg, half-suspended in the air, like a whip of death.

With him at the center of his own, Hans spun around quickly, while whipleg kicked the skeletons in the heads.

"Bang bang bang bang", this roundabout kick didn't miss anywhere, and all kicked on the skeleton's head, leaving deep scars.

The skeletons were struck by this blow and retreated.

With a strange scream, the wreck holding the staff chanted a spell to summon a mirror of damage reflection in front of him.

Szak took a step back, also muttering a thought, summoning a falling stone and smashing it at Hans.

Zachasia held a sharp blade and parried.

Kurad took a razor-bladed frisbee in his hand and threw it at Hans.

Looking at Hans's side, he held an oriental stick, defending against attacks from all sides.

"Bang", Hans smashed the falling rocks in the sky with one stick, and then the other stick impartially deflected the bladed frisbee from the trajectory.

Seeing this, Kurad pulled out three more frisbees and fired them in different directions.

"Bang bang bang!" Hans's stick opened again and again, knocking the frisbee open.

He was a little overwhelmed, and the physical exertion of running just now was too great.

Zachasia, who had been watching, smiled sinisterly, and approached Hans with his whole body, and slashed at him with a fatal blow.

The martial artist now showed a gap.