"Roar!" the red dragon roared, looking at the dragon claws that were choking his neck, bowed his head, opened his mouth full of sharp dragon teeth, and bit down.

"Poof!" hot dragon blood sprayed, which spilled from the red dragon's mouth.

"How is that possible?" The Red Dragon Outlets, whose mouth was bleeding, looked at the position he had just bitten, and it was still shining with golden light, and there was not even a tooth mark left.

"It shouldn't be like this!" went all out, but he didn't even bite through the other party's scales, but instead showed an incredulous sluggish look on the face of the red dragon who had several of his dragon teeth shattered.

"Even if you are a descendant of the Dragon King, your dragon scales can't be so strong, why can't I bite it?"

"Because you're too weak!" Muria's two strong front paws, one clasped around its thick neck, the other slammed towards its head.

A few blood-stained dragon teeth and a few fine dragon scales flew out, and the mouth of the Red Dragon Outlet's was crooked by Muria's claws, and its jaw was deformed and almost shattered.

This old red dragon tried his best to bite Muria's scale armor, not because his dragon scale defense was already strong to this extent, but because of his tenth exclusive weapon, or armor, the Saint Yao Emperor Yuan.

Forged from a mixture of more than a dozen legendary metals, the armor fused Muria's blood and soul to give it life, almost becoming a part of his body.

This is the first time that Muria has shown his dragon form after successfully casting ten exclusive weapons.

When it was just revealed, Muria felt that something was wrong, and Shengyao Huangyuan appeared with his dragon body, without his deliberate drive, naturally, as if it was part of his dragon body.

Saint Yao Huangyuan, fusing with his dragon scales!

That's why he has this kind of defense that borders on cheating.

Among the five-colored dragons, the red dragon with the strongest physique of the same level, with all his strength, couldn't bite him.

"Surrender or die!"

Muria's golden dragon pupils stared at the red dragon outlets that were not intact on their bodies, and the pale golden dragon power on their bodies seemed to be like substance, permeating out and pressing on it.

"......" The red dragon was silent, and now it was abused by Muria to the point of being completely decent, and then he realized how ridiculous his idea was just now, and he captured a descendant of the first dragon king alive.

What a ridiculous thought, at this moment, the Scarlet Wings Outlets experienced a kind of despair, a kind of despair from the bloodline being crushed, even if he struggled desperately, he couldn't catch up with this innate bloodline gap. And this gap will slowly widen over time.

"Heh, are you still hesitating?" Muria grabbed the red dragon's head with her front paws and smashed it into the small gravel hill, "Give you a little more time to think about it, and when I clean up the green dragons, I'll ask you again, and hopefully when the time comes, you can give me an answer that satisfies me." ”

"Clean up those green dragons?" The red dragon outlet skull looked at a golden dragon with a dragon claw pressing against his head with a golden dragon claw on the side of the molten magma-like red gold dragon pupil.

"What do you want to do?"

"I lost a group of dragons, a big group, and now that I meet you, I'll find a replacement for the time being. Muria looked at the group of green dragons above Warianti.

"You want them to submit to you? No, they're the legendary ancient green dragon, the daughter of the Emerald Isera. ”

"Legendary Ancient Dragon!" Muria's eyes narrowed, and the strong dragon claw stretched out, and then a heavy sword of more than thirty meters engraved with Xuan Ao Gu Divine Inscription appeared in his claws.

Then, in his hand, Muria took the Demon Sword and stabbed it into the heart under the terrified gaze of the old red dragon.

The poignant, high-pitched, and painful dragon roar sounded, and after the red dragon who was pierced through the heart by the Demon Sword let out a hoarse scream, it collapsed to the ground, and the hot dragon blood stained the Demon Sword red, and then, its pair of dragon wings drooped down and lay on the ground on its stomach.

"This is to prevent you from escaping. Muria looked at the red dragon who looked in great pain as he pierced the heart with a sword, and said lightly, "If you had just surrendered to me, you would not have suffered this kind of pain. ”

For soul-level dragons, the heart is no longer the vital point, even if the heart is destroyed, as long as it is not dead, it can still grow and recover again. However, it is no longer critical, that is, one of its weaknesses, and the dragon's heart is still the most important power condensation point in the dragon's body.

"You ......" The red dragon looked at Muria angrily, with obvious weakness on its body, its dragon body was pierced, but not a drop of dragon blood was spilled, because all the blood was absorbed by the sword inserted in its body, and this sword was devouring its power.

"Think about it. Muria got up, let go of the red dragon, spread her wings, and flew into the sky. With the Demon Sword to suppress it, Muria was worried that it would run away, and as his exclusive weapon, this sword was equivalent to a part of him.

However, at this moment, Muria's huge and majestic golden dragon body was stunned in the air, and then, countless moon-white ropes appeared in the void, wrapping around him one after another, trying to bind his body.

And Muria, who was suddenly restrained, did not show any panic, as if he had expected this scene for a long time, and his eyes were full of indifference: "It's good, I didn't abandon this dragon, but it's just too self-conscious." ”

Muria's dragon head shifted slightly, looking downward, and with just such a small movement, it broke several moon-white ropes wrapped around his body.

Below, a werewolf nearly five meters tall stood on the back of the red dragon, and a pair of wolf claws stretched out to the hilt of the demon sword that was inserted into the body of the red dragon, vainly trying to hold the sword and pull it out, so that the red dragon could get out of trouble.

But just as the werewolf's claws were close to the hilt of the sword, golden thunder burst out from it, slashing at it, and the blazing dragon flames ignited, burning the hair on the werewolf's claws, and the soul werewolf's face showed a very obvious look of pain, but he forcibly held back and didn't say a word.

A pair of blackened wolf claws gripped at the hilt of the sword, and under the scorching heat of the golden thunder and dragon flames, the flesh of his claws began to die, turning into carbon-like matter and falling off.

Then the white bones of the forest, which shone with a metallic sheen, were revealed, and then quickly turned black. But it was able to withstand the scorching of dragon flames and the slashing of golden thunder.

"It's worthy of a werewolf, it's really like a wolf. Seeing a werewolf whose paws had turned into charred black and withered bones and still didn't give up, Muria praised it, and then his body moved slightly, and all the ropes bound to him broke and turned into wisps of moonlight.

"Humph!" "Humph!"

Three muffled grunts rang out around Muria, and then three tall werewolves appeared in midair, looking at him with horror in their eyes.