"Dragon! It's a dragon!"
The students on the ground exclaimed, "They are from Xianglong Academy..."
Above the dark sky, there appeared groups of flying dragons, about 20 to 30 people. They were all covered in heavy armor, with only a pair of eyes exposed, riding on the back of the dragon, they looked so majestic.
The leader was wearing a golden battle armor without a helmet, with a sharp-edged face, riding a pure-blooded golden flying dragon with the strength of a sanctuary, and holding a spear in his hand. It was much longer than ordinary spears, about three meters long, and the front end of the spear head was carved with dragon-shaped patterns, making the whole person look like a golden war god.
The dean of Xianglong Academy, the golden dragon knight Montegoth, the strong man in the sanctuary, the fierce battle of the Balovaks Academy aroused his interest, and he came immediately riding the golden dragon.
Behind him were mentors from Xianglong Academy, at least above the division level. The flying dragons they were riding were not as pure-blooded as Montegoth's golden flying dragons. The winged bird dragons ridden by the super strong, these dragons with impure bloodlines are also called sub-dragons, and their combat effectiveness is much lower than that of pure-blooded flying dragons, but sub-dragons also have the bloodline of dragons after all. tough.
Watching the golden dragon knight Montegoth appear, Platz had a rare smile on his face, "This guy is here too! It seems that this headless monster has caused a lot of commotion."
Montegoth quietly looked at the headless corpse, feeling the powerful oppressive force on it, with a serious expression on his face, he smiled and said, "Old ghost Platz, it seems that you have encountered a lot of trouble this time. what… "
"Hey!" Platz smiled, his body rose slowly into the air, and coughed, "Our Balovaks Academy is naturally full of troubles. How can your Xianglong Academy be so calm? There is no trouble at all, really It's so boring...”
As he said that, he glanced at a void with weird eyes, and said quietly, "The golden dragon knight Montegote has appeared, and another old friend should also show up, right?"
Platz bit the word "old friend" very strongly, and what he said should be pointed out.
"Hehe! Old ghost Platz, you have seen all this. It seems that your strength has increased a lot!" In the sky not far from Platz, a phantom slowly emerged.
The person who came was a small old man with a wretched appearance. He was wearing a black robe, with a gray beard and long white hair tightly tied behind his head. He looked extremely shrewd and capable. He folded his hands In front of his chest, his hands were tucked into his sleeves, with a cynical look on his face.
He is the current dean of Hans College, Hill the King of Killers. He looks no different from an ordinary wretched old man in appearance.
A smile appeared on Platz's face, and there was a trace of helplessness, "Your shadow is indispensable everywhere."
Hill, the king of assassins, his endless and ubiquitous assassination methods are hard to guard against. The most frightening thing is that he claims to have assassinated the strong in the sanctuary.
In the Noah Continent, the fights between the strongmen in the sanctuary are incomparable, because everyone cherishes the hard-won honor. After all, if anyone is defeated in a duel, then the entire career of the strongman will be stained. Other sanctuary powerhouses saw weakness, so they couldn't guarantee their own interests.
The sanctuary powerhouses seldom fight each other, and even fewer sanctuary powerhouses are killed. Generally speaking, the battles between the sanctuary powerhouses can't be fought and escaped, but in the hands of the killer king Hill, even There is no chance of escaping, which is very intriguing. Generally, the strong in the sanctuary would try not to provoke people like Hill if they could.
Hill glanced at the headless corpse in mid-air, and said lightly, "A dead corpse still has such a powerful attack power. It seems that the owner of this body is not simple at all."
As he spoke, he glanced at Platts, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Old devil Platts, are you actually injured?"
Platz smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "I am not its opponent."
As soon as this remark came out, there was a hint of consternation on everyone's face. Even Saint Platz, the fire magician, admitted that he was no match for this corpse. So how powerful is this corpse
Killer King Hill and Golden Dragon Knight Montegoth also showed a rare dignified face. Originally, they estimated that this was just a corpse with the power of the sanctuary. It's not impossible to deal with it, but if Platts is not even an opponent, the strength of this corpse will be very terrifying.
After a long time, Montegoto pondered for a while, "Let's join hands, this corpse seems to have gone mad, if we don't solve it as soon as possible, it will affect our Xianglong Academy sooner or later..."
"Exactly!" Platts nodded in agreement.
Hill shrugged, "Since you have all decided, what else can I say?"
Although Hill's attitude was extremely negative, his actions were very positive. With a "shua-" sound, his figure disappeared into the sky.
"boom-"
The headless corpse was accumulating strength, but suddenly it swung its hand backwards and grabbed the void. Immediately afterwards, Hill's murderous figure emerged, and he was the first to attack the headless corpse. .
"Good guy, the strength of this corpse... is very strong..." The assassin king Hill was shocked when the sneak attack failed, and he immediately put away his underestimation. The gap is also huge.
"Let's go together!" Montegoth and Platts looked at each other. The King of Hill's attack sounded like a battle horn, and the two attacked together.
"Dragon Assault!"
Montgomery raised his three-meter-long dragon spear high, and the golden flying dragon under his crotch spread its wings, rushing towards the headless corpse like an arrow off the string.
Platts also acted, waving the magic wand of the dark gold level again and again, and countless high-level fire magics were sprinkled on the headless corpse as if they didn't need money.
Murderous intent flashed in Hill's eyes, and his wide robe sleeves were windless, revealing a pair of white hands, which were as delicate and white as a woman's. With such a pair of dexterous and incomparably white jade-like hands, Hill, the king of killers, has created a great reputation.
Hill is holding a dagger in his hand. This dagger is made of unknown material, and it appears and disappears from time to time. At a glance, it seems that the hand is empty and does not hold anything.
When Montegoth saw it, he was shocked, "It's the Shadow Blade! The sacred artifact Shadow Blade is in your hand?"
Hill smiled slightly, "I don't know what Shadow Blade is, these are just two small knives I picked up at random..." He kept moving while speaking, and stabbed hundreds of knives at the headless god corpse in one breath.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
The three sanctuary powerhouses teamed up to attack, and the headless corpse was quickly at a disadvantage. No matter how strong it was, even possessing the power of destruction, it was refined into a zombie, but it was only a sanctuary powerhouse. The domain teamed up to attack, and the response became more and more difficult, and the scars on the body continued to increase, most of which were Hill's masterpiece.
Hill's speed is extremely fast and his attack frequency is the highest, but his lethality is unsatisfactory. He can only leave shallow and thin wounds on the body of the headless god corpse. What makes him most depressed is that this is a A headless corpse, already dead, there is no vital point at all, if you say cut its throat, it has no throat at all, if you say stab its heart, its heart has stopped beating long ago, making Hill I scratched my ears and cheeks in a hurry, not knowing how to start.
The battle of the three sanctuary powerhouses shook the entire city of Balovakia. Over the sky of Balovakia College, a series of fiery red, gold, and dark forces continued to shine alternately, which could be seen by the teachers and students of the various colleges below And the surrounding residents are thrilling.
Ron suppressed his beating heart and asked Homelin, "Grandpa Homelin, that headless corpse shouldn't be their opponent now, right?"
Homelin pondered for a while, "Yes, at this stage, the potential of the out-of-control zombies has been exhausted, and there is no further possibility. Failure is only a matter of time."
Ron beamed with joy, "Great, this way, the academy will be saved!"
Homelin sighed slightly. Ron still didn't understand how rare this headless corpse was. Now it only has 25% of the body's power, and it has already been beaten like this by the three powerful saints. If its head is found, its strength will If it recovers to 50%, three more such sanctuary powerhouses will not be its opponents.
If it revives itself, it only needs one finger to crush three sanctuary powerhouses.
The zombies that have been painstakingly refined are destroyed in this way. Homelin said that if it is false to feel distressed, what a chance it will be to get a corpse of a god, even if it is headless.
But after thinking about it, it would be useless for Ron to have an uncontrollable corpse. His strength had not reached that level, and the headless corpse would not listen to him. It would be a tragedy if he was accidentally killed by a zombie.
The students on the ground stared at the sky closely, for fear of missing a detail, their eyes showed a look of envy and deep admiration, and the thought popped up in their minds, "It's amazing, what if It would be great if I could reach this level one day..."
At this time, the headless god corpse was covered with scars, but other than that, its power did not decrease at all. It killed one thousand and self-damaged eight hundred. Platts, Hill, and Montegoth were also injured all over their bodies. It is impossible to be unscathed under the deadly attack of the headless corpse.
"Damn! Have you noticed that guy has been fighting for a long time, and his strength hasn't weakened at all!" Hill said angrily. As a thief profession, his stamina is not enough. What he fears most is meeting such a difficult opponent.
"It's divine power!" Platts replied, "It seems that it is supported by powerful divine power, so that its power will not weaken..."
Montegote was a little out of breath, and the golden flying dragon under his crotch was also injured. He had been blocking the frontal battlefield, and he was under the greatest pressure. How can the power of the strong be so weak?"