Chapter 1070: Exploring the Dark Night (23)

Syllable!

The tip of the lightsaber stopped a few inches from the dragon's chest, and was blocked by the dragon with one hand!

The dragon just deliberately made a flaw to let the evil star be fooled!

"Hahahahaha

He slammed into the stone wall with a deep, muffled thud. However, due to the game's presence, Evil Star wasn't particularly badly hurt - he just spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Is he really okay?" asked Hal worriedly when he saw that the Evil Star had lost the battle.

"Haha, it's exactly the same as I remember, although the position is the opposite. Evil Star wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up.

As soon as he got up, the dragon had already come to him.

"Boy, what's your name?" In the darkness, the dragon's eyes glowed with two terrifying golden lights.

"Evil Star. Xinghuilong's face was unmoved, he was used to such a scene.

"So, Evil Star. Greedy saliva dripped from the corners of the dragon's mouth: "Dare to challenge me, you are dead!" "That-" A sneer crossed the face of the Evil Star, and he made a provocative gesture, repeating it from his memory, "I'll talk about it if you win!" In an instant, the battle between the dragon and the evil star began.

"Whew!" the dragon spat out a rain of fire, and thousands of tiny fireballs shot down like lava droplets, each shot enough to set people on fire.

The Evil Star leaped forward, dodging the rain of fire with subtle movements.

The fireball shot at his chest, and the star leaned back slightly, and the fireball grazed his left shoulder;

The tongue of flame was about to engulf his left leg, but he twisted his waist with astonishing softness, and the flames only blew against his heels;

Shredded firedust rushed to his face, and Evil Star stretched out his finger and flicked it a few times, and the fire with sharp rubble flew away.

Each attack was shattered the moment it almost hit the Evil Star, and the flames left only scorched marks on his armor, but they never hurt him.

However, this was all expected by the dragon.

"Roar!" the dragon raised a wall of fire, and the blazing flames surged against the ground, forcing the star to dodge in midair.

"Shhh The cunning dragon calculates the opponent's movements and lays a deadly trap before the Scorn reaches its intended trajectory!

When you dodge when you hit the ground, it must be too late. With a quick move, the Evil Star kicked at the stone wall, using the reaction force of the stone wall to change direction in an instant.

The fireball hit the side of the star and exploded! Golden Shining rolled with his head in his hands, and under the impact of the explosion, he took the opportunity to tumble in front of the dragon.

"What?!" The dragon was stunned by the sudden change, but he was not frightened by the battle-hardened battle, and he swept away the close enemy with a tail sweep!

Smack! The tail slammed into the Star, sweeping away the Star that was supposed to cut off the opponent's tail!

Pound! The Evil Star slammed into the stone wall of the cave again, and fell!

"Is there really anything wrong with him?!" Daniel, who was watching the game, couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay!" Evil Star got up casually and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "What I did just now was just a tribute to the previous battle. Although there was a heart-rending pain in his back, this kind of pain was not common for Evil Star, and he could endure it: "I really can't learn Arthur's fighting style. He deliberately imitated Arthur's movements back then, wanting to use Arthur's way to defeat the red fire dragon in front of him - the evil star of the year. But that obviously won't work. The star is not as fast as Arthur when he was younger, and the accuracy of his sword is not as high as Arthur's.

"That's it!" Evil Star raised his lightsaber and pointed at the dragon's head, "I've had enough." I'll fight you in my own way!" Bediwell rode back to the Grand Hotel in Cairo. As he pushed the shiny iron rider into the underground parking lot, he couldn't help but glance at the damn parking lot guard.

The guard didn't say anything, and let Bedeville park the iron horse in the underground parking lot.

As he climbed down from the iron bike, locked his car, and was about to return to his room from the elevator in the underground parking lot, a voice behind him called out, "You have a nice car, sir." "Huh?" The werewolf turned his head to see a middle-aged man step out of his luxury RV, probably also a guest of this hotel.

The middle-aged man's appearance greatly attracted Bedigwell's attention: it was an orc.

More precisely, this is a lionman, a very sparse race among the orcs. Although he was already old, his lion's golden fluffy lion's mane was extremely handsome, and just looking at this person's appearance, he could vaguely feel that he was some kind of big man.

Bediwell looked at this lion ** uncle, and was stunned for a few seconds before he spoke: "Sir, you are very knowledgeable." I just bought this iron rider and refurbished it not too long ago. But it's not original anymore, the anti-gravity engine and thrusters have long been replaced with something else. "I can see it. The lionman glanced at Bediwell, and his gaze involuntarily stuck to the iron knight's shell, as if a great attraction had drawn him in: "Can I touch it?" "Hmm...... Feel free to do so. Bediwell didn't like his mount being touched by strangers, but it didn't seem too good to refuse the other party like this, so he had to pretend to be obedient to the lion ** uncle.

The man placed his hand on the glittering silver shell of the Iron Rider and stroked it tenderly. Although it was a lionman, he seemed to be different from a normal orc - his palms did not have any lion hair, but instead were identical to human hands, a pair of stout white male palms.

Was this really a lion? Or was it half a lion and the other half human?

The lion ** uncle only touched the shell of the iron horse, and immediately took a few steps back in amusement, muttering with doubt: "It's so strange." This kid is too similar to a former friend's mount. But...... Impossible. Decades ago, no matter how renovated the iron horse, it is impossible to repair it to a new state. Am I too careful?" this guy knows the Sword Saint Ark!?" Bediwell exclaimed in his heart. He almost wanted to question the relationship between this lion ** uncle and Sword Saint Ark, but the werewolf finally gave up. It was late at night, and Bediwell was half tired to death, and he wished to go back to his room to take a shower and sleep at once, not wanting to cause any more trouble.

"Little brother. But the lion ** uncle was not going to give up, and said to Bediwell: "Give you a good price, can you sell me this iron horse?" Bediwell was not happy when he heard this: "I'm sorry, this iron horse is not for sale." I'll need to use it tomorrow. "Really?" the man was very generous, and did not keep pestering the werewolf, but politely took out a small piece of paper from the pocket of his expensive suit and handed it to Bedeven, "If you change your mind, come and contact me." Call the phone on the back of the card, give me my real name, and you can talk to me unhindered. I'm waiting for your good news. "Ugh...... All right. Still a little hostile when he took the card, Bediwell asked curiously, "This iron rider may just resemble the mount of one of your friends, and it may not be the same thing at all." I may be a liar, and I may sell you this iron knight for a million - do you still want to buy it?" The lion ** uncle didn't even frown, and the affection of one million was just a small amount of pocket money for him: "This child may not be the same as the original one, but I will still buy it." Money is not an issue, it's a memorial to my deceased friend. The werewolf was silent, this lion ** uncle may really know the Sword Saint Ark, and the two may even have a deep relationship. Bediville picked up the card again and looked at it, and the man's name, Sal Ladin, was printed in large white letters in clear black letters, printed in the center of the pure black card, which was simple and powerful, and very imposing.

"So, Mr. Sallardin. Bediwell put away his card, turned and left: "Good night." "Good night, little brother. The other party did not hold the werewolf and did not follow, but politely watched Bediwell enter the elevator in the parking lot.

Seeing the elevator door closed, Bediville had a ghost idea in his heart. King Arthur plans to hunt down the fugitive Sword Saint Ark, and perhaps this lion uncle can provide them with some useful information. The werewolf came into contact with this Saladin uncle, and got as much information as possible from the uncle's mouth, maybe he could help the Knight King, God knows.

Saladin?-I must pay a visit to this wonderful lion man when I have time.

Bediwell took the elevator back to the floor of his room, and Elaine, who thought he was in the same room, had already slept. But before he could open the door, he heard a sharp pant in the room. The pant of Elaine the White Bear. The voice was so rapid that it sounded like asthma.

Bediwell didn't know if Elaine had a respiratory illness, or if the White Bear would have become ill at this time. Anyway, it sounded very bad - oh my God, the White Bear Man might have been attacked by the other candidates, and was currently fighting in the room! And with Elaine's clumsy skills and not very easy brain, I'm afraid I'm going to have the upper hand in the fight!