"If you can defeat him, I'll open my vault and let you pick three items at will. Just as the young feathered dragon was about to leave, the blazing god Arudiba, who was hidden in a half-plane plane above the arena, spoke, tempting a dragon with treasure, absolutely right.

"Really let me choose?" asked the young Feather Dragon, looking up. The Thirty-Eight-Winged Feather Dragon has little interest in combat, but it also does not run away from it.

"Of course, if you can defeat him!" Arudiba pointed at Muria, the strength of the dragon abomination, of course he knew something, he had been "lucky" to fight the feathered dragon in heaven.

"No problem!" The thirty-eight-winged feather dragon directly turned into a white rainbow and entered the ring, but as soon as it entered, a chain of laws and gods appeared from the sky and fell into its body, suppressing its strength and its extreme speed close to light.

"I actually want to suppress the strength. The young feathered dragon muttered, slightly dissatisfied, it hated restraints.

The character of the thirty-eight-winged feather dragon is elusive and fickle. They are wandering, homeless, loner, and never stay in the same place for too long. They yearn for freedom and love to travel between worlds.

"What a speed!" Muria looked at the feathered dragon, his face showed a solemn expression, when the speed is to an extreme, it is equal to invincible, no attack can hit them, and he can't even catch up with them.

"Bang!" As soon as the battle began, a loud crash sounded, and Muria, who had already picked up the nebula chain, looked at the thirty-eight-winged feather dragon rolling in the clean and tidy ring, holding his head and rolling with teary eyes, which was painful.

Just now, Muria saw it very clearly, after this feathered dragon entered the ring, it tried to shuttle through space, this is its natural ability, just as natural as mortal breathing.

But because the space has been strengthened by the Blazing Sky God and the Dragon King, it cannot be broken through without the strength equal to them, so it is like an ordinary person directly hitting an iron wall without defense.

"Pain, pain, pain!" the feathered dragon rolled pitifully in the ring for a few moments before flying slowly. During this period, Muria did not carry out a single attack, he was not finished with victory, he still had to subdue people.

"Are you ready?" asked Muria with a smile, the Nebula Chain in his hand was ready to move, and it and the Sunchaser Spear were forged against this kind of enemy with extreme speed and Murria's vision that was difficult to catch with mental power.

"Wow!" the feathered dragon let out a strange cry, which sounded not at all as thick as the dragon roared, but with the ethereal feeling of a bird's chirp.

Then its body turned into a white rainbow and shot directly at Muria, because Muria's eyes could not keep up with its speed, so the feathered dragon was a cloud of white light in his eyes.

The little abomination dragon was so reckless that it used its body as a weapon and crashed into Muria, so fast that he didn't have time to defend at all, and smashed directly into him. Then, with him, he crashed into the wall of light on the edge of the ring.

"Ahem!" Muria suffered a double injury in an instant, a mouthful of golden blood spurted out, and the inside of his body was shocked, no matter how strong the internal organs were, they could not be compared to the musculoskeletal ones.

Although the feathered dragon has a dragon body that matches its extreme speed, it is not very comfortable to be hit like this, Muria is too hard for it, at least at this stage, it can't tear Muria's armor.

"Bastard!" how could Muria endure a single blow that caused Muria to suffer more damage than the previous combined, he grabbed one of the wings on the pinna of the feathered dragon that had been smashed, flicked the nebula chain around it, and then took out the Sunchaser Spear and stabbed it into its body.

Like a needle piercing cowhide, Muria felt a great sense of obstruction as he held the Spear of the Sun, and he only pierced into it for a short part, and the dragon's body was stronger than he could have imagined.

The pain of being pierced caused the feathered dragon to let out a long, sharp roar, and opened its beak, which was not much different from that of a bird, and bit Muria's arm that held the Spear of the Sun, and slammed it down.

Muria's huge body was rotated by it and smashed into the ring, the fine white stones scattered and splashed, and Muria smashed a huge crater with a radius of three hundred meters, but just as the feathered dragon let out a long roar of pride, Muria pulled the nebula chain wrapped around his arm at one end, and pulled the feathered dragon and smashed it to the ring.

After seeing this feathered dragon landing, Muria changed into the form of a dragon, let out a roar, and rushed directly forward, and began to engage in the most direct and primitive melee combat of dragons, bloody and cruel, full of a violent beauty.

The pure white feathers flew like a blizzard, but Muria was also smashed by the feathered dragon and vomited blood, and the ground was also soaked in scorching dragon blood, which looked extremely cruel.

The two giant beasts engaged in fierce melee combat in the ring, making this ring like a small floating land tremble, and the rifts continued to appear and then healed, if this is in the small material world, it is a world-destroying disaster, natural disaster level earthquakes, thunderstorms, hurricanes, and heavenly fires are just the embellishments of the battle between these two giant beasts, and the energy aftermath of each collision between them can form a natural disaster that is enough to destroy a city.

Compared with this feathered dragon, Muria is not a slender tail, and the size of only more than 100 meters is not only not dominant, but at a disadvantage, but fortunately, although the feather dragon shook Muria to vomit blood many times, it just couldn't break through Muria's armor defense, which made the feathered dragon crazy.

"I admit defeat, don't fight, you let go of my wings!"

When the weather is sunny after the rain, the fresh and refreshing smell pours into Muria's nose, this is the smell of the feather dragon, it smells very good, hearing the words of the feather dragon, Muria was slightly stunned, and then slowly let go of the wings that were bitten by him, and the bloody dragon tooth marks on it are clearly visible.

"Is this a throw-in?" asked Muria, disagreeingly.

"That's right, fighting you is too frustrating for the dragon, so I won't fight. "As a feathered dragon who likes to fly, he was actually entangled by another dragon with chains and dragged to the ground in melee combat, this way of fighting is hated by the feathered dragon.

The ring is too friendly for it, the "small" space simply doesn't have the space for it to play its speed, there are too many restrictions, and it doesn't like it very much.

"Okay, there's a chance to keep fighting!" Feathered Dragon was unhappy, but Muria was very happy, and it had been a long time since he had met a dragon who could compete with him in melee combat, so he was naturally happy to see Hunter.