Breeding Dragons From Today,Chapter 109 Beating up a Saint-Level Powerhouse - Read free novels online

Antoine sprawled on the ground in a sorry state, but the smile on his face became more and more wanton. He was no longer as handsome and refined as before. Instead, he looked very ferocious.

Joelson Edward, the proud genius.

He had rejected his good intentions many times, yet he still dared to take the initiative to come up and try to kill him.

Hahaha! There was nothing more exciting than witnessing the death of a super genius with his own eyes.

Since Joelson was destined to stand against him, he had to be killed before he could grow up!

Cliff rose into the air and stood at the same height as Joelson. He said coldly, "You have rejected the Dark Church's good intentions. You are destined to pay the price!"

Joelson looked at him and said calmly, "Idiot."

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept past.

The fiery red dragon claw swept across Cliff's body with terrifying power.

Cliff was directly slapped away and rolled in the air in a sorry state...

Even a saint-level powerhouse would not want to compete with a giant dragon in strength.

Cliff's expression was very ugly, and he was shocked.

How could a level nine giant dragon be so strong?!

Joelson patted Du Lu's head and said in a low voice, "I've found a good opponent for you. Remember, don't let him have an empty hand. beat him up!"

Du Lu growled, and his will to fight kept rising. He jumped out like a cannonball.

Meanwhile, Joelson was one step ahead of Du Lu and landed lightly on the ground.

Antoine's smile froze on his face, and his eyes gradually became panic and fear.

Joelson was slowly walking towards him without any expression.

"Idiot! Stop him! Stop him for me! You bunch of trash!"

Antoine climbed up from the ground in a sorry state and retreated desperately.

The assassins from the Dark Church looked at him in a daze.

Antoine ran to the side of a tier 7 assassin with trembling steps and kicked his butt hard.

"Idiot, he doesn't have a dragon right now! Hurry up and kill him!"

As soon as these words were said, the assassins came to their senses one after another and escaped from the state of panic and fear, not knowing what to do.

Pairs of eyes revealed a sinister gaze as they looked at Joelson.

That's right, he didn't have a dragon to protect him now, so what were they so afraid of?

The assassins slowly surrounded him, their killing intent pervading the air.

In the distance, Du Lu and Cliff were fighting.

Cliff's dark aura was very strange. It had the power of corrosion and was a very difficult opponent.

However, facing the 40% magic and physical damage immunity of the dragon shield, Cliff still had a long way to go before he could break through Du Lu's first layer of defense.

Even if he broke through the dragon shield, there were even harder dragon scales waiting for him inside.

The ancient fire dragon bloodline gave Du Lu greater strength than ordinary dragons and even more scorching and terrifying dragon flame breath. It was no less powerful than saint-level attacks.

Therefore.

Du Lu, who had powerful combat strength, simply hit Cliff like a sandbag.

Cliff was extremely uncomfortable.

He was not killed yet, but he was always at a disadvantage. Moreover, this abnormal fire dragon was like glue, clinging to him.

Other than constantly dodging and resisting, it was difficult for him to even open his mouth to speak, let alone deal with Joelson.

The battlefield seemed to have been completely divided into two parts.

Antoine's face regained his initial pride and confidence, and his snake-like eyes stared at Joelson.

"Don't kill him, break his limbs first. I have never tortured a genius like him."

"Hehehe!" Antoine laughed ferociously.

Joelson's expression was calm as if he did not feel the increasing killing intent around him.

It was as if Antoine was the only one in his eyes.

"Kill!"

A tier 8 assassin took the lead and charged towards Joelson. Like a chain reaction caused by the fall of a domino, several figures leapt up at the same time.

Bang!

The thick ring of fire suddenly exploded, and a huge impact spread out in all directions.

The few assassins had already expected Joelson's counterattack. Black combat aura covered their bodies, and they were only forced back a few steps.

Suddenly, Joelson's figure disappeared from where he stood.

In the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of the weakest type 7 assassin.

The tier 7 assassin's eyes shook, and he was about to raise his hands to resist.

Joelson's hands were like snakes, wrapping around his head and chin, twisting them lightly.

Gotcha!

The crisp and terrifying sound of bones cracking rang out.

The tier 7 assassin's eyes were dull as he knelt down, and then he collapsed on the ground, like a pool of mud, completely losing all signs of life.

Joelson casually grabbed his longsword and waved it in his hands.

The Knight's Longsword had the style of the cult of Shadows. The blade was sharp and long. Together with the cult of shadows' combat aura secret technique, each attack was as cruel and dangerous as a poisonous snake.

Joelson frowned slightly as if he did not feel comfortable with it.

The knight's longsword suddenly exploded with a dazzling red light.

Combat aura!

Level eight!

The field suddenly fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at Joelson, who was holding the dazzling flaming longsword, completely dumbfounded.

Didn't they say that he was a magic genius?

How did he become a level eight knight?!

Fire-type combat aura?!

Crazy.

Everyone was going crazy watching this.

Antoine's mouth was wide open, and his neck seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand. He could not speak, and could only make a strange sound from his throat.

"Kill... kill him! Kill him quickly!" Antoine hurriedly shouted.

He did not want to drag it out any longer. He did not want to capture or torture him. Right now, he only wanted to let Joelson die immediately!

Die immediately!

Joelson stared at Antoine and began to speed up his footsteps.

The blade of the sword dragged on the ground and produced a "rustling" sound.

Dressed in a mage's robe and holding a knight's longsword, his hair was blown up by the wind, revealing a handsome and cold side face.

There was an indescribable strange charm.

At this moment, all the killers moved.

If one looked down from high above, one could see more than a dozen figures bursting out with black combat aura lights at the same time, pouncing towards Joelson.

The black combat aura and the night sky merged together as if they were going to drown Joelson.

Then.

An extremely brilliant fiery red suddenly erupted.

Piercing through the darkness of the night sky.

The light of the slender knight's longsword appeared overbearing and explosive in Joelson's hands.

The red combat aura seemed as though it wanted to ignite the air.

When it came into contact with the dark church's dark combat aura, the dark combat aura immediately melted like ice and snow.

An uppercut.

Joelson forcefully sliced a rank 7 assassin in half from the middle.

With a counterattack.

The fire-attribute battle qi combined with the explosive aura and the terrifying power of the dragon's blood, forcefully cleaved the 2 assassins and their swords apart.

The pupils of the type 8 assassin constricted, as he subconsciously wanted to escape.

Joelson chased after him, dodging past him.

The type 8 assassin clutched his neck, as he slowly fell.