readx;? Roy only felt as if a mountain had pressed on his body, and it was as heavy as ever. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The tip of the Info Dragon's spear was also stuck to the ground, and Roy held the spear and stood with difficulty. He looked at Archduke Odin stubbornly, but it was impossible for him to give in.

"Da Da Da!"

Osmond continued to walk towards Roy, and in the face of the indomitable Roy, he was also on fire.

Osmond had already exerted his momentum to the fullest, and squeezed towards Roy fiercely.

Roy only felt another mountain pressing down on him, his hands clutching the dragon's spear. Half of the dragon's spear was already sunk into the dirt, and Roy's back was bent down.

A sneer rolled into the corners of Osmond's mouth, and Roy couldn't hold on anymore. Osmond said coldly, "Boy, you better kneel down for me!

Roy's knees bent as he glared at Osmond. Immediately afterwards, there seemed to be some kind of power in his body that woke up, and that power forcibly expelled all his pressure. Roy stood up sharply, and pulled out the dragon's spear as well.

Osmond looked at Roy in surprise, he didn't know how Roy had broken his momentum. Looking at Roy's slightly smiling eyes, Osmond always felt a hot pain on his face. This is really ironic, his momentum as a fighting king was actually broken by a big fighting master.

"Good, but then, I don't know if you can take it!" Osmond muttered, but he was ready to strike again.

Roy also looked solemn, even though he knew that no matter how cautious he was, it would be useless. But Roy is still serious, even if he dies, he must die to understand, even if he is injured, he must be injured.

"Poof!" The little wine barrel spat out a mouthful of blood and lay down more than ten meters away from the place, Roy didn't expect this blow, Osmond actually attacked him instead of him, but the small wine barrel.

But Roy also knew the gap between him and Osmond, and Osmond knocked the keg away, but he didn't feel it at all. In other words, if Osmond wanted to attack Roy, Roy probably wouldn't have a chance to resist it.

"How's the keg, how are you?" Roy asked worriedly. Now, he can't protect himself, so he can only ask.

"You better care more about yourself!" Osmond's voice rang in Roy's ears, and Osmond's figure appeared beside Roy.

Roy looked at Osmon, and Osmon didn't make a move, just looked at Roy with a sneer. Osmond seemed to be looking at an ant, extremely relaxed and comfortable, but at the same time with deep contempt and disdain.

Roy didn't say much, and although he didn't think he could, he shot Osmond with a shot. This shot accumulated the remaining fighting qi in Roy's body, infused a large amount of gold-based fighting qi, and stabbed it fiercely.

Osmond stretched out his left hand and grabbed the dragon's spear very easily, "The pearl of rice is also shining?" Osmond stretched out his right hand and slapped Roy directly on the chest.

Roy gripped the dragon's spear with both hands, the tip of the spear rubbing against the ground in bursts of sparks. He kept backing up, but in the end he didn't lie on the ground, and still struggled to stand. But the blood was running down the corners of his mouth.

High in the sky, the man in black looked at the scene below, and a smile appeared on his face, "I still did this very beautifully, and next, I should go back to the teacher to report to my life." Brother Griffon, let's go!"

The griffin carried the man in black out of the distance and flew in the direction of Manichaeism......

In front of Roy was a long ravine, carved by the dragon's spear. Roy held the dragon spear tightly in both hands, and because of Osmond's punch, Roy also retreated more than ten meters away. Roy stuck the dragon's spear in the ground, which is why there was a ravine more than ten meters long.

Roy's hands were already bloody, but Roy didn't care. He was still standing, and he glared at Osmond with unyielding eyes in his eyes. The injuries on his body were very serious, and the blood had already stained his clothes red, and he looked like a bloody man.

The little barrel looked at Roy, and he had to sigh to himself, and he was slapped by Osmond at random. Brandon was full of bitterness, thinking that he was not even as good as a junior master like Roy.

Osmond looked at Roy and snorted coldly, "What do you have to do with it?" This punch of the Grand Duke, if you lie on the ground, the injuries will definitely be reduced a lot. This is to die to save face and suffer sin, understand?"

Roy glanced at Osmond, and he stood up straight, holding the dragon's spear in both hands. In the face of Osmond, he did not have any timidity. The pain all over his body was unbearable, but Roy's expression was still very indifferent, as if he was not the one who was seriously injured.

"Hmph, is that all you have to do? Is this the king of fighting? It's not good, you can't even beat me down. I really don't know how you cultivated to your current level. Roy said mockingly.

"I don't understand, what do you have to do with such a hard mouth, you have to depose the Grand Duke of Ben, are you satisfied?" said Osmond in a deep voice.

Roy glanced at Osmond mockingly, and said slowly, "It's true that you are the king of fighting, but you can only bully and bully children." So, that's the end of your life, there's not much room for improvement. In my opinion, you're just a clown!"

"Good, good, good!" Osmond said three times in a row, his face had turned red, which was completely angry with Roy, "This Grand Duke has decided, you must be allowed to live, not to die." When the time comes, you won't ask for this grand duke, huh!"

Roy didn't pay any attention to Osmond this time, he was in pain all over, and even if he spoke, it would pull those wounds. He held the dragon's spear and stood there silently, completely taking Osmond for air.

It was Roy's ignorance that made Osmond's anger burn again, "Archduke Ben has decided to gouge out your eyes, cut off your ears, cut off your nose, pull out your tongue, and knock out your teeth. Then cut off your limbs and shave you raw into a stick. When the time comes, put ants and poisonous insects on your body, and you can enjoy that taste!"

Hearing Osmond's words, Roy also had a chill. He didn't expect Osmond to be so vicious, to even think about such a thing so clearly. But Roy didn't have the slightest fear, and it was a big deal to die.

Osmond seemed to see through Roy's thoughts, "You want to kill yourself, right? This Grand Guild first abolished you, and then made you lose the ability to commit suicide." Torture you for another lifetime, and enjoy your life for the rest of your life!"

Osmond walked over to Roy again, and this time he didn't use his momentum again. Anyway, it probably won't be useful to Roy if he uses it, so it's better to do something useful than to humiliate himself like that. He walked slowly, step by step, adding to the fear in Roy's heart.

But Osmond was doomed to disappointment, and Roy's face did not show the slightest fear, but still had a faint smile. Roy didn't say anything about all of Osmond's actions.

Brandon looked at Roy, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. The little wine barrel also set his eyes on Roy's body, and with such a friend, the little wine barrel is also very proud. The other two guards brought out by Osmond also changed their eyes when they looked at Roy.

"Da Da Da ......"

At this moment there was the sound of horses' hooves, and Osmond stopped his progress. It's not the territory of the Viking Empire, so something might happen. Obviously, those people are coming this way, but they don't know if they are friends or foes.

Roy also looked up, and among those riding horses, the leader was a black-faced man about forty years old. Behind the black-faced man was a large group of people, who looked like they were all black-faced men's subordinates.

The black-faced man Osmond knew it, it was Beirut, the Lionheart Grand Duke of the Southern Bandit Empire. The Viking Empire and the Southern Bandit Empire have always been at odds, and they have been fighting for many years. And Osmond and Beirut, both grand dukes guarding the frontier, naturally had hatred early on. The two have also played against each other many times, but they have never won or lost.

At this time, the black-faced man was the first to speak, "Yo! Who should Lao Tzu be, it turned out to be the Osmond boy of the Viking Empire." After speaking, Beirut patted his head again, "Also, except for you, the boy Osmond, who can bully a child so hard?"

When Beirut said this, the guards who followed him burst out laughing. Even Roy, the corners of his mouth curled slightly. Beirut's actions, combined with his words, look so humorous.

And looking at Beirut and Osmond, and listening to the conversation between the two, Roy can be sure that the two are enemies, but even if the two fight, he can't escape. Feeling the injuries in his body, Roy smiled bitterly, now he doesn't even have the ability to walk normally!

Contrary to everyone, Osmond's face was not very good-looking, "Beirut, if you talk nonsense again, don't blame Archduke Ben for being unkind." It's not your turn to take care of the affairs of this grand duke, so you should do what you have to do!"

"That's not good, although Lao Tzu's character is not very noble, but he still has to take care of it when he sees unevenness. Who would have thought that the dignified Grand Duke Odin of the Viking Empire would bully children here?" said Beirut in a strange way.

"Beirut, don't blame this grand duke for being rude! It's not the first time we've known each other, and you must know my methods! Anyone who offends this grand duke will not end well!" Osmond said in a deep voice.

Beirut jumped off his horse and walked to the opposite side of Osmond, "Lao Tzu wants to see how you are rude to me? You can only bully and bully children, do you still want to bully Lao Tzu? Come on, come on, accompany Lao Tzu to fight for 300 rounds! Lao Tzu's father and son haven't drunk blood for a long time, and they will shoot you with an axe today!"

"Come on, is the Grand Duke still afraid of you? The Grand Duke Ben's big knife has not drunk blood for a long time, I don't know if it likes the blood of this black man!" Osmond took out a big knife and took it directly in his hand.

"Come on, come on, accompany Lao Tzu to a distant battle, and see if your kid has grown over the years!" Beirut also took out a giant axe, carried it directly on his shoulder, and looked at Osmond with contempt.

However, Roy noticed that Beirut was glaring at his guards before leaving. It seems that this black-faced man is not a fool, but shrewd.

Beirut and Osmond fought from afar, and if they fought here, they would probably kill Roy and the keg in the aftermath. Thankfully, Beirut noticed them and saved their lives.

As soon as Beirut and Osmond left, two people walked out of Beirut's guards. These two people walked directly towards the two mid-level Douling guards of Osmond, looking at them, they wanted to directly deal with those two.

The battle of the four is also nothing to see, it is a completely overwhelming picture. The two guards in Beirut slammed at the two guards of Osmond, as if they were not enough, and directly knocked out the weapons of the two guards of Osmond.

It didn't stop, and with a greeting from the two guards, the large group of guards rushed forward. The situation of the group fight began, and Roy was also dumbfounded when he saw this scene. Obviously, they could kill each other, but the two of them didn't kill them, but beat them to death. But what Roy wanted to say was that he liked it.

Brandon stood up, walked over to the guards and thanked them. The guards all waved their hands, and they all said that it was nothing, you are welcome or something. Brandon didn't continue with them, and he walked over to the keg.

Roy pulled out the dragon's spear with difficulty, and dragged the dragon's spear towards the keg. He walked with a limp, and even touched the wounds on his body, which made him grin in pain.

"Keg, are you alright?" Roy walked over to Keg and sat down with the Dragon's Spear, "This time it's really dangerous, it's almost over." If it weren't for this duke of the Southern Bandit Empire, I'm afraid we would already be prisoners by now, right?"

Brandon was also at Roy's side at this time, but his injuries were much lighter than those of Barrel and Roy. Brandon walked over like he wasn't hurt, and then he could stand there like no one was right.

"It's all bad to blame the eldest brother, if it weren't for the uselessness of the eldest brother, you wouldn't have encountered this danger. Brandon reproached.

"Big brother, don't say that, in fact, it's all my fault. If I hadn't killed Sean and Guard Eight directly, we wouldn't have been in such danger. Roy also blamed himself.