"You are too scrupulous of my ability. There is no such thing as my golden bear claws in this world that cannot be torn apart..." When Yang Geer was sneering, his eyes naturally fell on Mo Fan's chest armor.

However, he saw that the armor was not torn and blood was flowing. Mo Fan stood there very well. Not to mention that his flashy black breastplate was torn and broken, there was not even a basic trace!

It is still so smooth and bright, still so metallic, as if it had just been taken out of the refining furnace.

Yanggele tried hard to recall whether the other party had used some magic to offset his holy bear brute force, but he clearly remembered that the other party directly ate his heavy claw strike, and the golden claw print burst and hit his chest.

Why is there no effect at all?

I felt that Yanggele's eyes were about to protrude like a goldfish, just to see a trace of his attack on Mo Fan's breastplate, otherwise it would be too hurtful to self-esteem!

"What kind of equipment are you?" Yanger gave up and asked in anger.

Mo Fan was too lazy to answer. Anyway, Yanger would soon feel the oppressive force brought by this black dragon magic suit!!

As soon as the dragon bone boots were stepped on, Mo Fan turned into a dragon that came out of the black vine sea and rushed to Yanger with full strength. At this speed, he reached the extreme of some wind-type spells without using any magic.

Mo Fan's arm armor clenched into a fist. For a moment, the sophisticated air holes on the arm armor absorbed the surrounding airflow, and finally all gathered in his fist position.

The entire arm armor was suddenly given the dragon and dragon wind. When the fist was swinged out, the dragon and dragon wind that rushed out of the fist rolled up layer after layer of destruction, flipping the burly golden holy bear.

Yanggele at least turned into a flame golden shield with a golden flame. Even a monarch-level collision under this defensive posture may cause the monarch to hurt several bones, but the power of the dragon's fist is numerous times stronger than that of the ferocious monsters, and the flame golden shield cannot resist it at all.

"Bang!!!"

Yanger fell down, and surrounded him was a large area of ​​ruins passing by fist wind, as if a giant dragon was waving its wings of the sky passing by, ruthlessly passing by here.

He was sore all over and his legs trembled.

The holy bear beast shape wrapped in golden flames appeared in some incompleteness. Yanger had to grit his teeth and awaken more holy bear blood in his body as much as possible so that his body would not look so half-human and half-bear.

Is this outfit really flashy?

Yanger no longer thought so. After being hurt, he began to feel awe of Mo Fan.

I underestimated the enemy too much. Lao Shante said it was right. This is a strong man!

"Dragon, except for the giant dragon, I can't think of anything that can rival my holy bear." Younger said very affirmatively.

"You know what you are." Mo Fan laughed.

His outfit is not only a giant dragon, but also a black dragon of the highest blood among the giant dragons!

Red dragon, green dragon, flying dragon, and red dragon cannot be compared with black dragons.

So unless Yanger can transform into a golden dragon of light, a Nordic bear is far from enough.

"Chicken bone tramples!"

Mo Fan jumped up and appeared above Yanger.

At a height of 100 meters, Mo Fan, who was in black magic clothes, suddenly cast a huge dragon. The dragon really hovered above Yanggeer's head, bringing endless oppression to Yanggeer!

"Bang!!!!!!!"

This step, the mountains collapsed and the ground broke, and hundreds of nearby buildings turned into dust at the same time. This power is definitely comparable to a giant dragon's arrival, river faults, and mountains and forests collapsed.

Yanggele couldn't move. He stood in the trampling area, and his body fell seriously with the surface. When he fell to the bottom, his internal organs were about to be broken, and his bones were no longer sore, but disintegrated!

Without the body of this Golden Holy Bear, he felt that he had already turned into a pool of meat paste, with such a domineering and wild power. You must know that a strong man like Yanger, who has the blood of a half-orc, can no longer be called a pure mage.

In Northern Europe, those weak mages are just a group of mosquitoes that can be killed at will in front of people like him who are comparable to the demonic battle level. Even if they encounter great mages with superb cultivation, they will definitely crush them like giant bears and wild dogs.

But after learning about the violent methods of the man in front of him, Yang Geer realized that there was a mage more fierce than their Nordic Holy Bear in the East. He punched and kicked him at a disagreement, and his moves were deadly.

If you take action yourself, there are no traces on the armor.

If someone takes action, he will basically have a comminuted fracture.

How can I fight this?

...

Mo Fan followed the cracks in the forest and planned to kill Yanger.

To be honest, Mo Fan never expected that the black dragon suit was so fierce. After all, he had never even used a spell. He was completely possessed by a real dragon, and his punch and kick were all broken.

A ball of golden flame swayed in the cracks of the rocks. Mo Fan chased after him, transforming his arm armor into a black dragon claw form. The dragon bones and boots under his feet also changed rapidly, blending with the earth with a pool of black shadows, which made Mo Fan's actions begin to float.

"Running?"

Mo Fan walked closer and found that the flame was not Yangge. Yangge was like a person who threw his own bear skin on the ground, and he slipped away in a panic.

"It turns out that the powerful Nordic Holy Bear with golden blood is a groundhog. Most people can't learn the ability to escape through the ground hole." Mo Fan couldn't help laughing when he saw a hole not far away.

Mo Fan doesn't drill holes.

Anyway, how could Yanggeer run away? He basically fled to Pingshan and met with his other brothers.

Mo Fan just needs to catch up along the mountain road.

However, Yang Geer actually didn't escape much. When he heard Mo Fan's words, his face turned into a piss of liver.

The bravest combat organization in Nordics was mentioned as a groundhog, but it was impossible to refute it.

"If you dare to come up, I will let you see the real Nordic Holy Bear!!" Yanger roared apart a few distances.

"You know, I am a magic tool and it won't last for too long. What's the difference between deliberately procrastinating and admitting defeat?" Mo Fan responded.

"So you are a slut, but you still cannot compare with the blood of my Holy Bear, let alone our Holy Bear brothers." Yanger roared in anger.

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Chapter completed!