"Roar!"

With a low roar, the golden beast also seemed to feel the threat brought to it by the "Corrosive Spear", and the attack towards the dialect had to be temporarily stopped. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Whoa! Whoa!

The sound of an object being corroded kept ringing out!

But there was no joy on the face of the tongue, but something ugly.

Looking at the little beast again, just as the "Corrosive Spear" was about to touch the little beast's body just now, a pale golden light suddenly emanated from the single horn on the top of the little beast's head.

The next moment, the little beast's body suddenly became illusory, like a phantom that went straight through the attack of the "Corrosive Spear", and the speed did not decrease, and even rushed towards Fang Yan two points faster.

However, the "Spear of Corrosion" passed through the body of the little beast and landed on a large tree opposite, and the big tree was corroded in an instant.

"Roar!"

The little beast that had already rushed to Dialect's side opened its mouth and let out a loud roar, waving its claws, which had also been blurred, and fell towards Dialect.

"Silver Shield Protection!"

At the critical moment, Fang Yan reacted in time, and a silver shield with a diameter of about fifty centimeters was summoned by him and blocked in front of him.

"Boom!"

The next moment, a sound of gold and iron came from the silver shield.

Under Fang Yan's unbelievable eyes, the little beast that had already turned into an illusory shadow instantly turned into an entity when it touched the silver shield with its claws.

"Click!"

Before Fang Yan could take a breath, in his horrified gaze, a crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the shield, followed by two, three...... In less than a breath, the silver shield completely turned into pieces and fell to the ground!

"Chirp!"

The little beast let out a cry of pain and seemed to be upset, but it didn't stop attacking. The beast's body jumped forward, and the other paw went towards Fang Yanhui.

"Bang!"

Don't look at the little beast's body, but its strength is really not small. When the little beast's claws landed on his chest, Fang Yan suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a heavy truck, and involuntarily flew out with a huge force.

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

Two voices rang out in succession, the former being the sound of the dialect being knocked away by the claws of the small beast and hitting a rock wall, and the latter being the sound of the dialect falling from the rock wall and falling to the ground.

"Poof...... Ahem! ”

The dialect's face was as pale as paper gold, and a bruise erupted from his mouth. After coughing twice, he felt a burning pain in his chest, thinking that the internal organs were not lightly damaged.

At this moment, a warm air flow suddenly gushed out from the lower abdomen of the dialect and spread rapidly towards the place where the internal organs of the dialect were damaged.

Feeling the injuries in his body constantly repaired under the action of that air current, Fang Yan couldn't help but show luck. Fortunately, he condensed the seed of life, and the powerful restoring effect of life force was undoubtedly revealed at this time.

At the same time, Fang Yan's physical fitness, which had reached the level of a knight, also began to work, and the injuries on his body began to recover faster.

But this bit of good news will not solve his current predicament.

When Fang Yan's eyes saw the little golden beast walking towards him step by step, his face instantly turned into a bitter gourd face. Anyone who faces such a magical little beast with extremely high magic defense, great strength, and the ability to void itself to make it immune to attacks will probably have the same headache as him!

"It seems that the power of spells alone is not enough, try to see how the melee attack goes!"

There wasn't much time for him to continue thinking, and the dialect quickly decided how to fight next.

Not long ago, Fang Yan had already fought this little beast, but until he used up all the potions and disposable magic items he had in reserve, Fang Yan didn't do much damage to it, and he had to flee in embarrassment.

This time, he had to choose a different way of fighting.

Fang Yan struggled to stand up, his right hand swept to his waist, and a knight's long sword specially made in the style of the wizarding world instantly appeared in his hand.

Holding a sword flower casually to familiarize himself with the feel, Fang Yan stared at the little beast not far away with a solemn expression, and continued to recite the spell in his mouth.

"Mechanical thinking!"

A secondary sorcery glow lit up on the dialect.

Fang Yan's eyes immediately became unwavering, and the expression on his face became as cold as a robot. Under the effect of the zero-level witchcraft "mechanical thinking", all the emotional fluctuations in his body were temporarily suppressed.

"Roar!"

The little golden beast was still slowly approaching, and its steps were not hurried. It seems that the prey has completely lost its eagerness and rage, and instead seems to be planning to play with the dialect like a cat and a mouse.

"Cross Slash!"

With a soft shout, Fang Yan took the initiative to attack the little beast.

"Whoosh!"

A faint white sword mark cracked in the air in the shape of a cross, and flew towards the golden beast with awe-inspiring might.

"Boom!"

With a casual wave of its claws, the little golden beast crushed the cross sword mark, and then stared at Fang Yan with a playful look in his eyes, as if to say, "Use any other means, I'll play with you again." ”

Fang Yan, who was in the state of "mechanical thinking", did not have a trace of fluctuation in his heart, and after testing out that the means of using energy were indeed unable to inflict damage on the golden beast, he no longer did useless work.

Whew!

Ignoring the magic power in his body that was about to reach its limit, he instantly applied several lightweight, auxiliary magic spells to himself, and then replaced his single-handed sword with a two-handed sword, and his rhythmic steps rushed towards him like a golden beast.

"Roar!"

The little golden beast seemed to let out a mocking roar.

"Whoosh!"

Fang Yan was unmoved, and the knight's sword technique, which had long been proficient but had not experienced the baptism of life and death, came out of his hand, and a powerful slash went towards the golden beast.

"Huh!"

There was no doubt about the speed of the little beast, it nimbly dodged Fang Yan's sword momentum, and in an instant, it circled behind Fang Yan and gave him a claw.

"Boom!"

But this attack didn't succeed, and the little beast's claws collided with the hilt of the knight's sword of the dialect!

After applying multiple auxiliary spells on his body, Fang Yan's reaction was now barely able to keep up with the speed of the little beast. At the moment just now, when Fang Yan felt that his attack had failed, he instantly realized the attack intention of the little beast, and turned the knight's sword in his hand in time to block the attack from behind him with the hilt.

"Roar!"

Seeing that his blow missed, the little beast seemed to be angry, and the already extremely fast figure rose to a level again, instantly turning into a golden streamer.

"Bang!"

The dialect was knocked out again.