Seeing that Muria seemed to be about to draw it into two tail blows, the pale blood devoured the tail and flicked its tail, and nine tails covered with small bone plate armor met Muria's tail.

The collision of one tail with nine tails was no surprise, and Muria's tail wrapped in a layer of legendary armor broke off the nine pale and bloody tails.

When Muria forged the armor, he even took care of his own wings, how could he miss his tail.

And Legendary Metal, as a metal that even the gods are in demand, naturally has some incredible properties. It was not at all comparable to the bone plate armor on the Nine-Tailed Evil Dragon, which was harder than steel. The two are simply not comparable.

The pale bloodthirsty that has gone through countless battles has never encountered an enemy that can cut off its nine tails in an instant. So even the evil dragon, who had lost his mind, was stunned for a moment after realizing that he had lost nine tails.

And this stunned, Muria seized the opportunity, directly bullied forward, and used the melee fighting ability honed by himself and his own race to blood-torture the tailless evil dragon.

This cannot be called a battle at all, the combat effectiveness of the two sides is not equal at all, this is a one-sided torture. After all, in addition to the realm, bloodline, equipment, control of strength, combat experience and other factors that affect combat power, Muria is above the pale blood devouring in a crushing attitude.

"Poof!" The scorching black and red blood gushed out and fell to the ground, instantly turning the green grass below into scorched earth, as if splashed with strong acid, Muria tore one of the dragon's forelimbs from its body, extremely brutal.

Muria's melee with Pale Blooddevourer was very short-lived, and in just a few rounds, the evil dragon, who had caused an unknown number of kills, was torn off by Muria's remaining three dragon claws, turned into a dragon club, and thrown to the ground by Muria.

"How many lives have you killed to get to where you are now? Muria stomped on the skull of the evil dragon, who had lost four of his claws, but still wanted to probe and bite him.

It was no wonder that Muria asked such a question, because behind this evil dragon, the forty souls of soul intent that were now looming, and if you looked closely, they were densely covered with the heads and faces of all kinds of living beings, which were visions formed by the grievances of countless miserable living beings, and the faces of human beings were only a part of it.

But the pale blood-eater that the madness has not yet lifted is obviously not going to answer Muria's question, it has lost its mind. But with the continuous flow of blood on its body, coupled with Muria's suppression, its berserk state is lifting.

A trace of clarity regained in his pale and bloody eyes, but after realizing the state he was in, without hesitation, a transparent flame instantly ignited from his body, enveloping its remnants.

And Muria retreated before this strange flame ignited, because he felt a hint of threat, and he would definitely not feel good if he touched the flame directly.

Demon Talent Ability, Soul Burning!

"Is it a secret technique used to fight desperately!" Muria was not surprised by such a change, after all, Pale Blood Devourer had used it before, and the Church of Dawn had already told him about it.

"Use your soul as fuel to boost your strength. Muria stared indifferently at the pale and bloody wound wriggling, musculoskeletal and other body tissues growing rapidly, and the injury recovered quickly and visibly, "You are really hopeless with such an act." ”

Because this xeno-tusk dragon, the bloodline ability used to fight hard, is not burning its own soul, but the soul of ordinary creatures that it kills and ingests.

Muria's body was filled with a murderous aura that was condensed in the Abyss Training Ground. He stared at the pale bloodthirsty who had regained consciousness, and restored his remnants by burning his soul.

The xeno-toothed dragon's tail, limbs, and even the horn that had been severed by Muria were growing again at an alarming rate, and its aura was constantly climbing.

"After killing so many living beings, don't you have a trace of pity and guilt? Muria stared indifferently at the evil dragon whose limbs had begun to take shape, and the nine-tailed dragon had regrown.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me Yunyu, and now they all call me the funny title of Pale Blood Devourer. Hearing Muria's words, the corners of the Nine-Tailed Evil Dragon's mouth twitched, revealing a hint of sarcasm: "As for sympathy, there is pity, this kind of emotion is not something that a weak person like me should have, this is a luxury that only an existence like you can have." ”

In the battle just now, although it had lost control of its body, the process, this evil dragon remembered it clearly, the kind of combat power that was almost crushing, making it feel desperate. Therefore, after regaining control of the body, it immediately used the life-saving bloodline ability at the bottom of the box.

"Weak?" Muria's face became even more indifferent, "So, in pursuit of power, you feel that you deserve to kill yourself?"

"It's just the jungle. The nine-tailed evil dragon, whose body had fully recovered, moved its claws and tail, "If you don't kill, I won't be able to live now, if you want to live, I can only kill." ”

"This is not an excuse for your indiscriminate slaughter of cities. Muria clenched his fists: "If you want to increase your strength by killing and devouring souls, you can find those evil races, as well as those robbing bandits and robbers, this world is full of damn creatures." ”

"But," the nine-tailed dragon grinned at hearing Muria's words, "it's best to kill ordinary humans." What you said is too troublesome, if you do what you say, I don't know how long it will take me to have the strength I have now. ”

"Slaughtering humans increases the fastest in strength, but it also shortens the time you can survive. Hearing the answer of the evil dragon in front of him, Muria gave up, and completely determined her killing intent to kill the pale blood.

"Boom!" Muria stepped on the ground, and the towering body broke through the sound barrier the moment it started, and a large amount of white mist rose up from the friction between Muria's body and the air.

Without mercy, behind Muria, twenty-four rings of brilliant golden soul intent were blessed on his fist, "Boom!" A violent explosion sounded, and Muria smashed his fist on the head of the tooth dragon.

Boom, boom, boom...... After a punch that caused bone fragments to fly all over the sky, Muria did not stop attacking, and the wind soul intent was blessed, punching one punch after another, and the speed of the punch was so fast that the pale blood devoured and couldn't dodge......

"Smack!" The tooth dragon, which lost its head and had a crimson light projected between the bone plates, shook twice and fell directly to the ground.

This xenomorph tooth dragon didn't expect to die that it used its ability to press the bottom of the box to restore itself to a state of 100% full blood, and after greatly increasing its strength, it was beaten to death without the slightest strength to fight back.