Rebirth of the Strongest Seventh Prince

When they saw the whole appearance of the creature that suddenly appeared, they were relieved, but also disappointed. After all, it was not easy to see a giant dragon, and seeing one was something worth showing off. A two-legged flying dragon appeared in the air, nearly 20 meters long, with thick red scales covering its sturdy body. It kept breathing out red air with a strong smell of sulfur.

This is a fire-attributed two-legged flying dragon. Judging from its faint aura, it is already in the middle stage of the sixth level, which is enough to compete with ordinary early seventh-level masters. After all, flying dragons not only have magical attacks, but also very powerful physical attacks. The two-legged flying dragon and its master are in tune with each other and instantly understand the master's thoughts. Its eyes as big as copper bells stare fiercely at Mo Xue in front of it.

Being stared at by such a huge beast, Mo Xue frowned deeply. Of course, this didn't mean that Mo Xue was afraid of this flying dragon, but she hated dealing with flying pets. The flying dragon was different from Ouyang Zhenping's golden eagle. The golden eagle was only at the peak of the fifth level. The level difference was too great, so it was not a big threat to Mo Xue. Moreover, its defense was not high, and it was easily injured by Mo Xue's sword energy. But this flying dragon was different. Not only was its strength not much different from Mo Xue's, but its defense was amazing. Even Mo Xue's seventh-level sword energy might not be able to easily break through its thick scales.

The audience was immediately excited, and everyone was waiting to see the show. This time, there was really something interesting to watch. Li Wan looked at her brother who finally summoned the flying dragon, and her expression improved a little. She knew her brother's personality very well. He was very stubborn and arrogant. Li Wan was very worried that he would not summon the flying dragon for the sake of his reputation.

"Junior, Lie Yan's strength is at the middle stage of level six, which is not inferior to yours. With me added in, I'm afraid your chances of winning are slim. If you also have a magical pet, please summon it as soon as possible!" Richie didn't think that Mo Xue would have a more powerful magical pet than his own wyvern. After all, his father went to the Warcraft Forest himself and took a lot of effort to catch Lie Yan for him.

Mo Xue shook her head and said calmly: "Senior, you are thoughtful. My pet will appear when it is time!"

A trace of anger flashed across Richie's face. Mo Xue's words were simply a naked contempt for him. The meaning was simple, that is, you can force me to that point first. Richie didn't waste any words. He put the long sword back into the ring and replaced it with a three-meter-long spear. Then he jumped up and landed on the two-legged flying dragon. He said lightly: "Since the junior sister is so arrogant, the senior will not be polite. Lie Yan, do it!"

The two-legged flying dragon let out a long cry, and its huge body pounced forward, its huge claws shining with sharp light grabbed Mo Xue. Mo Xue looked very small under the huge body of the two-legged flying dragon, and everyone exclaimed. When the sharp claws were about to grab Mo Xue, Mo Xue moved. In front of everyone's astonishment, Mo Xue actually chose to fight the flying dragon head-on.

"Zheng" "Zheng" "Zheng"

Mo Xue's sword swiped at the giant claws of the wyvern, and metallic sounds were heard. The wyvern's physical strength was indeed amazing. Mo Xue's sword was obviously not ordinary, and it could only leave a few white marks on the claws. Despite this, the wyvern still felt pain, roared, and its claws became more crazy and grabbed fiercely. At the same time, Richie's spear also appeared.

Mo Xue's strength was beyond everyone's expectation. Under the dual attack of Fei Long's claws and Richie's spear, he was able to advance and retreat in a planned manner. Whenever he encountered a dangerous attack, he could dodge calmly with his graceful body movements and then immediately counterattack. Mo Xue's speed was very fast. Fei Long's body was too large and often could not keep up with Mo Xue's rhythm of movement. He was led by Mo Xue, and sword energy forced Richie on Fei Long's back.

Below the stage, there was a continuous stream of thunderous applause and cheers. Everyone was impressed by Mo Xue's extraordinary performance. After all, anyone who could remain at ease under the combined attack of Richie and the Wyvern was definitely worthy of everyone's respect and admiration.

Richie's face turned slightly ugly. He didn't expect Mo Xue to be so difficult. If they were to fight head-on, Richie didn't think Mo Xue would have much chance of winning. But Mo Xue was very smart. She saw his weakness and used her speed to wear down her dragon and launch a sneak attack. Although a little annoyed, Richie had to say that he admired his schoolmate. After all, fighting is not just about brute force, but more importantly, wisdom. Being good at finding the opponent's weaknesses and counterattacking, Mo Xue was able to do just that.

The wyvern saw that its sharp claws could not trouble it and that its opponent was like a loach, giving it no chance to catch it. It roared again and flew high into the sky, staring coldly at Mo Xue. The elements in the air began to fluctuate, and it was obvious that it was about to launch a magic attack.

Mo Xue was so sharp-eyed that he noticed Feilong's move at the first moment. He swung his sword and a black sword energy rose into the air and hit Feilong's slightly opened mouth.

"It's not that easy to interrupt the magic!" Richie shook his spear, and a red gun flower came instantly, blocking Mo Xue's sword energy.

Mo Xue was so arrogant that he thought that a single sword energy from his own could interrupt Feilong's magic. While emitting the sword energy, the black fighting energy had gathered to create a protective shield for himself. It was not difficult for a seventh-level fighting energy shield to block a sixth-level magic attack.

The magic of the flying dragon quickly took shape, but this magic was beyond Mo Xue's expectation, it turned out to be a meteor shower. However, the difference was that the magic cast by the flying dragon was much more powerful than the magic of humans of the same level. Those falling down were not rain of fire, but fireballs. If a large fireball fell alone, it could even hurt a fourth-level master. The continuous flow of fireballs was something that even a seventh-level great swordsman could not underestimate. If he was not careful, he could be seriously injured.

The meteor shower of the flying dragon covered the entire ring. If it were someone else, it might be difficult to dodge, and they could only resist it. However, Mo Xue was not an ordinary person. She was much faster than others. With her ghostly speed, she dodged the fireballs before they hit her. She swung her sword to disperse some of the fireballs that she couldn't dodge. However, there were too many fireballs, so Mo Xue naturally couldn't dodge them one by one. One after another, the fireballs hit Mo Xue's protective shield. Although Mo Xue's protective shield was enough to withstand the seventh-level attack, it was difficult to withstand the continuous fireball attacks. After all, dripping water can wear away stone. The black fighting spirit shield was worn away bit by bit by the fireballs and gradually broke.