A Crowd

Lin Xuan's feet moved lightly, and in an instant, he dodged the attack from another attack. He then clenched his fist and continued to smash down fiercely. 

Even if the dragons had an iron head, they could not withstand ten of Lin Xuan's crazy punches!

Within a breath, he had delivered ten punches. This was Lin Xuan's limit, and also the limit that the Black-armored Dragon could withstand. It finally could not take it anymore and fell to the ground.

A small stream of heat flowed through Lin Xuan's body. This meant that the Black-armored Dragon had died and was no longer a threat.

As for the other three Black-armored Dragon, it was just a piece of cake. However, when Lin Xuan raised his head, he saw Lin Zhenyue fighting to the death with three earth-rank Black-armored Dragons. Using the super-fast speed granted by sword spirit, she barely held on under the attacks of the three Black-armored Dragons, and was almost hit a few times.