Chapter 315

At the end of the day, some unexpected guests came to the monastery, but it was the residents of Dongbao, including torine, the old lord and so on. Bilna also came. Her shop was temporarily closed because she didn't trust to let lanmir take care of it.

They came to see Wanglu Zhengkang specially. After a month's journey, they took it as a group tour. In addition, they also investigated the ecology of the cities along the way, hoping to find a development path worthy of learning from Dongpu.

Bilna sent a letter to Lu Zhengkang. When she opened it, it turned out that it was written by Calia, a long lost thief. In the letter, she said that she had solved the traitor Frey and got revenge. She was preparing to return the skeleton key to shadow lady. Her words were full of joy and joy.

Lu Zhengkang wrote back congratulation, and tobina delivered the messenger to the thieves' Union.

After living in ivastede for three days, the people of Dongbao planned to go to Xueman. Dilo wrote a letter to them and asked them to send it to the White Windmill Farm, which is located on the outskirts of Xueman and adjacent to Xueman's largest winery.

Friends just left, but the enemy arrived unexpectedly.

On the third day of the first planting month, a Nord man in ebony armor came to the monastery. He was covered in thick armor. He was seven feet tall, like a silent monument. He said he wanted to fight with Lu Zhengkang.

"I don't know you."

"My Lord boyeshia said that those who blaspheme the majesty of the king will die of the cruel blade."

"Well, you name it."

"I am an Sikou. Those who disobey, rest in peace. " In an instant, he drew out the golden blade and a gorgeous shaped sword. It was a magic weapon - the gold brand. It was said that it was made by a giant dragon. Later, it was blessed with the great power of boyeshia.

The cold frost wind was broken by this knife, and it was as sad as a ghost.

The troll had nothing in his hand, so he had to dodge for a while and retreat. An Sikou was awe inspiring, and his body was covered with scarlet spirit, like a layer of mist, which turned into ferocious and chaotic faces.

Dillo just looked at those faces, and then he was scared back and forth. "Jonah, don't look, that man is so strange!"

Jonas's eyes were calm, his lips opened, and his angry eyes didn't break out, but his eyes had a grim look.

The gray beards were still praying, and they didn't care about the battle, as if they were in a quiet field.

The skill of an Sikou's sword is simple and quick. Although Lu Zhengkang thinks it's rather crude, it still has the effect of making a thousand changes by combining it with the magic blade of gold brand.

This is a high-strength warrior with mental strength. Lu Zhengkang knows that it is difficult for magic to strike him effectively. Ordinary mages will be killed if they are approached by soldiers of this level. However, the trolls have a wild way after all, and immediately roar: "divine armor, divine weapon, divine power!"

God down to earth!

The huge whirlwind diffused on the surface of luzhengkang, and the air current mixed with the heavy snow slightly blocked his sight. The next second, the giant axe forced the wind vortex to open and split his head.

"Meaningless struggle!" said ansko with a smile He suddenly brandished his sword, and the illusory light was quietly cut off, and then disappeared.

Lu Zhengkang's eyes brightened. It's rare to have such a soldier. He hasn't enjoyed fighting for a long time.

"Interesting! Champion of poyehia, I hope you can live longer under me

Lu Zhengkang looks at a flaw and punches against an sikaogou's sword wielding arm. Then he gets close and bumps an elbow on the ebony armor. The metal is dumb and hoarse under his crazy force. This makes a small dent. An sikaogou snorts, but it hurts his nose. However, he has adjusted his posture and stabbed Lu Zhengkang in the ribs.

At the critical moment, Lu Zhengkang raised his right hand, like flying catkins, and immediately put on the face of the knife. Then he rushed to the direction of an Sikou, and deviated from the track before the point of the knife pierced the magic armor.

An Sikou turned his wrist and knife to cut off Lu Zhengkang's right hand, but as soon as he twisted his wrist a little, he was hit in the chest with a heavy fist.

A punch enough to make a deep impression on the ingot only made the armor slightly concave, and then it repaired itself and recovered as before. Although anskow was beaten back three steps, his injury was insignificant.

This set of ebony armour on him looks ordinary at first sight, but in fact it has a lot of origin. It is the most powerful ebony chain armour in the world, perhaps even the strongest among all the magic artifacts.

It was once won as a trophy by the Eternal Champion in black swamp, but its history is far longer than that. This armor has a powerful enchantment that will change over time. According to the legend, a great monk in the temple of the judgment seat once commissioned a hero to make a pilgrimage to mount athabibi. The hero was given this black sandalwood Chain Armor. At that time, this magic artifact had a continuous shield against fire and magic. In addition to the excellent defense effect, the chain armour worn by angstro today can also be immune to most magic attacks.

Lu Zhengkang is right to fight in the way of a soldier, which is also the only way to defeat this terrible opponent.

The whole body of ebony chain armour is wrapped tightly, with only one hole in the eye. If it's meaner, it's easy to win with two dragons. But Lu Zhengkang is so dignified that he has to subdue the arrogant soldier with exquisite skills.Anskougo stabbed him again. Lu Zhengkang had already seen his way, so he knocked down the sword. Anskougo was in a panic and wanted to snatch the gold brand. However, Lu Zhengkang kicked the long sword away with his foot.

Both sides are unarmed.

Lu Zhengkang's left hand pinches anskow's shoulder armor, his right hand clenches his fist, and hits him on the face armor again and again. Anskow roars and blows his fist at the belly of the troll. However, Lu Zhengkang's face does not change. His fist drops like rain, and his face armor becomes more and more sunken. Finally, after 67 fists, anskow's roar begins to slow down.

The soldier couldn't stand, his legs curled up and he fell to the ground. However, he was held by Lu Zhengkang. He was upright and steady when he was beaten.

Eighty punches. It's just right. Anguo is in a coma.

Lu Zhengkang let go and rubbed his stomach. He won the battle. He waved to Jonas and Dillo and walked slowly.

"How powerful, sir!" The boys are celebrating for him.

After a while, however, anskow came to his senses.

"Shall we fight again?" Lu Zhengkang turns around and takes a few steps.

"My Lord, the servant is incompetent and can't offer his flesh and blood to you personally, but he will make the most perfect killing feast, just need me..." An Sikou took off his helmet and showed a bloody face. "Just use the servant's blood to pave the road..."

Lu Zhengkang frowned and jumped on him to stop an Sikou's action.

Too late, the soldier tore his throat with a wave of his claws, his blood splashed, and his body burst into pieces, turning into a deep scarlet whirlpool.

It's the gate of annihilation.

Lu Zhengkang was in mid air, and rushed in at once.

The whirlpool closed, leaving only two stunned teenagers in the courtyard.