Chapter 835: King to king

Ugh......
Zhou Qingfeng sighed softly, lowered his head to look at the breastplate that fits Arcie. There is a ‘2’ drawn in clay on the armor. After sighing, he erased the number, bent his knees and squatted on the ground again, and soiled it again, changing the number to ‘3’.
That's right, this is the third time he has hit Cyric. The first time he failed to withstand the noble attack, the second time he failed to defeat the red dragon Alatis. Two resurrections cost more than seven million points, and there will not be a fourth time in a short time.
Looking at the vast dark night ahead, there is also the big boss waiting.
Hillie rode ‘Shikage’ and brought Sophia and Irene to catch up. The little fairies quarreled around the owner's head. But Zhou Qingfeng waved to them, "You don't need to follow, the opposite is Cyric, and I can go with Arcie."
With Arcie combined, Zhou Qingfeng's posture is more than two meters, and his strength is more than twenty. The enclosed structured armor armor can unilaterally release magic through optimization of materials, but it is basically immune to magic, and is not afraid of rust attacks.
But this is limited to Zhou Qingfeng.
The maids knew that they were just a drag.
The goblins stopped singing and fell on Irene. Xili hugged Zhou Qingfeng and wished her man a victory and return. The incorporeal Sophia stubbornly passed through the mithril barrier of the armor and merged with the master.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't say any farewell words, but only grabbed the mirror shield, took the "Evil Breaker", and strode into the darkness ahead. Only a hundred meters ahead is the outer fence of the original noble camp, but this place has become a ghost.
Decaying poisonous mushrooms grow from the wooden horse, and the tattered battle flag flashes a faint ghost. The ferocious undead wandered in the camp, crawling, digging the ground, or drifting, feeling the vitality and swarming on them.
The two vampire banshees rushed the fastest, rushing forward with a sharp howling. Its withered arms have long nails, waiting to cut through the body of the prey, drinking hot blood.
'Broken the evil' with a single blow, the sword blade pulled out a shining light, and easily hit the blood-sucking banshee's soul body, breaking it up. Followed by a group of Hellhounds, rushing and biting, turning around Zhou Qingfeng, looking for the possibility of attack.
Zhou Qingfeng's epee is clumsy and clumsy. It simply cuts it horizontally and vertically. Hellhounds close to him are often cut in half before they can react.
A few huge zombies were gathered around the back. This is the random splicing of the corpses of different monsters, just like the beginner craftsmanship of a crappy tailor. The stitched lines are ugly, ugly and weird like centipedes.
The Sewing Zombie has a tall body and heavy steps, holding some inexplicable sticks and stones as weapons. They spit yellow stench and dropped a lot of big rocks.
In addition to the seam corpse monster, there are hundreds of undead gatherings. Cyric converted all the nobles' handyman who remained in the camp, and used them to siege.
"War Trample"!
Zhou Qingfeng, who was slowly advancing, suddenly accelerated, producing a spreading sonic boom out of thin air. He lifted his shield forward and slammed into a seam corpse monster, and the powerful impact smashed the stitched corpse into pieces.
The sonic boom stirred up the dust, like a surging wave on the ground. The surrounding undead instantly resembled tatters scrolling in a violent wind, torn, dismembered, and turned into mess on the ground like a sonic boom.
Several other seamstresses were also swaying in the middle of the sonic boom, unsteady.
After the impact, Zhou Qingfeng ran, accelerated, jumped, and slashed again. He stayed on top of the weird head of a zombies, then stood on the deformed back of another zombies, or stepped on the festering shoulder blades of the next zombies.
When Zhou Qingfeng passed the obstacles of these undead, the bodies of several seamstresses gradually disintegrated, and the stitched parts fell off each other, returning to foul and rotten corpses.
Everything seems casual.
The combination of sword and shield continued to advance.
Alatis squatted in front of the golden-top tent, and the puppet possessed by Cyric stood on top of the red dragon, looking down in the deep dark night.
At the feet of the red dragon, Enissa clasped her hands tightly, tears raining down. She saw the man walking in stride and said with sobbing, "You shouldn't be here."
"I've heard this opening remark, many times." The man's low voice came from under the closed armor. He waved his hand indifferently, "The next thing is my business, you leave."
Zhou Qingfeng passed Enisa, not even looking at the woman. He saw Naser instead. The white-haired old knight fell to the ground with a black hole in his chest.
Ugh......
"Cyric, I'm here." Zhou Qingfeng walked to the red dragon. He still didn't forget to mock, "Alatis, your so-called pride is stepped on top of your head."
The red dragon's scales are covered with scars, some can heal, some cannot. One of the corners on the top of its head was broken, and that was cut off by Zhou Qingfeng alive with a sword. Faced with the mockery, it glared at each other but didn't speak.
The wings of light unfolded from behind Zhou Qingfeng, slowly flying to the height of looking directly at Cyric. The puppet controlled by the "Dark Sun" became thin and pale, with a black sword in his hand, his eyes cold.
"Victor Hugo, it's rare to see you again. I thought you would die halfway."
'Cyric' stared at the '3' on Zhou Qingfeng's breastplate, "Why do you have the habit of writing numbers on the armor? I seem to have seen it before."
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "Cyric, you are such a lot of nonsense."
Before the sentence of "a lot of nonsense" was finished, a dozen black thorn swords suddenly flashed from Zhou Qingfeng's front, back, left and right, as weird as they penetrated the space.
Zhou Qingfeng's wings flickered a long time ago, and the mirror shield in his hand was released, turning into several shields to protect the surroundings, blocking all the thin thorn swords coming from the surprise attack. He himself rushed forward, ‘breaking evil’ to and fro, and the sword lights several meters long were intertwined into a net.
The figure of'Cyric' disappeared directly, and Alatis rushed up to continue fighting Zhou Qingfeng. The hurried dragon language builds multiple defenses, including a breath.
Zhou Qingfeng ignored the red dragon's hot breath, smashed into the opponent's defense, and slashed Alatis's neck with a sword. The heavy scales on his neck were chopped off, and the painful red dragon screamed loudly.
"Damn reptile, why are you hitting me? I'm not your main opponent."
At this time, ‘Cyrek’ appeared from behind Zhou Qingfeng, slamming his sword straight into his vest. Zhou Qingfeng waved his wings and turned around like a prophet. Not only did he knock off his opponent's sword, but he also lost several ‘dimensional anchors’.
The check of ‘Cyric’ was too high, and the ‘dimensional anchor’ of blocking transmission did not work. "Dark Sun" habitually plays backstabs, and disappears immediately after a miss.
Zhou Qingfeng relied on the power of the ‘Cyrek’ to accelerate in the opposite direction, and then rushed in front of Alatis, against the opponent’s claws, and made a cut in its dragon wing.
The screaming voice of Alatis rose to the sky, and he cursed angrily: "Victor Hugo, why do you always beat me? If you have the ability, go and fight the Dark Sun. I am just a mount now, just a horse. What a horse!
What kind of hero is bullying me? "