"Woo woo woo ......"

The pangolin looked at Cheng Hai pitifully, hoping that his new master would take back his fate.

He's an earth-attribute beast, and he can't let him perform fire-breathing.

"What? Disobedient is it? Squirt me! ”

Cheng Haicai didn't care what he wanted to express, and forcibly gave instructions.

He didn't believe it, an S-level god wouldn't even be able to do this?

"Then spray it......

The pangolin was helpless, took a deep breath, and prepared to take a breath of the wolf.

But he didn't want to, and an abundant flame power suddenly poured out of his body, and it quickly compressed in his mouth, surging and accumulating firepower.

“？？？”

Almost choked on the fire in his mouth, the pangolin spewed a fifty-meter-long column of flames into the snowy mountain, and the entire pangolin was stupid.

How did he not know that he would breathe fire after living for so many years?

Could it be that he is really the little fire dragon in the mouth of the master?

The raging flames ignited the trees, and the temperature difference of the fusion caused a violent wind, and the icy cold wind relentlessly devoured, intent on its own strength to extinguish the creature who dared to challenge nature.

With a loud thunderous sound, the snow layer on the top of the mountain broke violently, and the resting birds fled in panic. The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the rolling ice and snow were overwhelmingly pressed down like a tsunami!

It's an avalanche!

"Wow, yes! (Avalanche, avalanche!) ）”

Looking at the upheaval in front of him, the little fire dragon was frightened.

An avalanche moving at high speed can add up to hundreds of tons of impact, and even creatures like them, who live in harsh environments, can't withstand such a big impact.

If there were no urgent shelters, they would have died by the time the snow fell.

At this time, Cheng Hai was still looking at the damage caused by the little fire dragon, estimating his strength.

"The length is forty meters, and the temperature is nearly nine hundred degrees, about ...... That's a B-level level. Although the next two stages of evolution can be improved, and the Mega Charizard can greatly increase the race value, it does not seem to have reached the threshold of God. ”

Recalling Dante's terrifying strength of rubbing the black hole with his bare hands when he was a true demon, Cheng Hai could hardly imagine that such a simple guy would be able to surpass him after evolving.

"Woo press! (Master, you are talking!) ）”

The little fire dragon grabbed Cheng Hai's hands, as if he wanted him to think of a way.

At this time, I was still stunned, wasn't I looking for death?

Under his shaking, Cheng Hai finally retracted his gaze, calmly withdrew his hand, and said two words lightly.

"Spitfire."

“？”

The little fire dragon looked confused, how could he extinguish this avalanche with a small flame that could only spew out more than forty meters?

Dreaming?

"Don't let me say a second word, let you do it, and you will do it. If this happens a third time, it's useless to keep you. ”

Cheng Hai slowly withdrew the long sword from its scabbard, and his tone was very cold.

But as he said, he needed a blade that could sweep away obstacles, not a rookie dog who had to be taught everything.

He is not Xiao Chi, he only has three days, and he can't build a relationship little by little, relying on bonds to stimulate the potential of the elves. If this little fire dragon is really so wasteful, then there is no need to cultivate it.

Wagging the tail and begging for mercy cannot satisfy the strong.

Feeling Cheng Hai's unkindness, the little fire dragon did not dare to slack off, and used all his strength to condense the extra flame power out of thin air, spitting in the direction of the avalanche falling.

The blazing flames rushed upwards along the straight path, but in the face of the relentless snow, they were as small as a flower, desperately blooming before withering.

"It's so beautiful......"

The running white Grim Reaper smirked and swung his deadly scythe, just as the old gods were to humans, leaving no room for error.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Cheng Hai closed his eyes, put away his sword and returned it to its sheath, and his upper body sank slightly.

The more we face this desperate situation, the more courageous it will be for humanity to show their courage.

The wind began to blow, and the hundred-year-old trees bent over. The white air flow was already like a substance, and thousands of rivers poured into Cheng Hai's scabbard like returning to the sea.

After gaining the kendo perception of Ashina, Cheng Hai's own understanding of wind has also taken it to the next level.

This time, his wind power did not use any mana, but the path he opened up by himself!

"Huh?"

The little fire dragon in the fire-breathing was attracted by the movement around him, and saw Cheng Hai standing alone in the center of the storm, and the momentum on his body was rising, like a giant engine reaching the sky, making the mountains kneel.

Is this the strength of his master?

Thundered!

As if angered by Cheng Hai's arrogance, the snow on the mountain flooded the green onions all the way, and in a blink of an eye, they came to them.

"Cut it off."

Collecting all the terrifying storm into his sword, Cheng Hai's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a huge crescent moon sword flashed away.

The faint flame was about to be extinguished, and the little fire dragon forgot to breathe fire at this time, and watched the sword collide with the white giant beast in a daze!

In the next second, the avalanche trembled, parting in front of Cheng Hai in a herringbone shape, and pounced on all sides. The extinguished flames rekindled under the pressure of the domineering wind, slashing all the way to the top of the mountain, rushing into the invisible sky.

So, the sky darkened in an instant, and the moonlight disappeared in that instant.

Beyond the mountains, it was as if a being had awakened and looked here.

Around, it becomes silent.

The huge coercion crushed the little fire dragon who had just been transformed into a heartbeat, and he couldn't breathe. However, Cheng Hai raised his sword and pointed at the sky, looking in the direction of the rise of coercion through the analytical perspective of the forbidden eye.

Vaguely, he saw a huge shadow, half-human, half-beast, with bright red eyes as maddening as poison.

That's the Windranger of Death—Itakua!

"Roar!"

There was a loud roar from the mountains, turning the darkness into a lava-like boil.

In Osl Street, all the priests raised their heads, and all the hilichurls knelt in the direction of the depths of the snowy mountains, terrified.

"Cheng Hai......"

Feeling this terrifying aura, Cheng Yiyi, who was studying, also raised his head, his eyes full of worry.

Did this battle come so early?

At the same time, Cheng Hai, who was on the snow-capped mountain, asked Itakuya the first question.

"Lord of the Winds, can this sword get into your eyes?"

"Poor...... Get...... Far ......"

The ethereal voice came intermittently, indicating Itakua's position.

He was dismissive of the sword.

"Really?"

Cheng Hai smiled slightly, nodded, and suddenly raised his head and said, "What if my next sword can split this mountain?" ”

“……”

The other party was silent, as if he was a little tired, and closed his eyes directly.

So, the moonlight descended on the earth again, and the sound of snow rumbling down the mountain sounded around it.

Itakua, just left without warning.