According to the breath that erupted from Smaug, Zhang Chen did not feel any sense of oppression, only a threat.

The threat of loss was negligible in his familiarity with Smaug's moves.

Breath.

Who wouldn't be the same.

If a month ago he was far inferior to Smaug, then after devouring the magical energy within the One Ring, he was already standing at the pinnacle of the world.

That's right, it's the pinnacle.

Now, the only thing he regrets is that he doesn't have wings.

Looking at Smaug flapping his wings and rushing to the sky, Zhang Chen was envious and jealous in his heart, with mixed tastes, and he couldn't wait to tear off his flesh wings.

He is preparing to do the same.

Above the sky, Smaug's wings spread out, and after a circle around Irub, the flames in his belly rolled, and his breath had been brewing for a long time.

Looking at Zhang Chen on the ground, Smaug's pale golden vertical pupils were full of anger and murderous intent.

Although they are both true dragons, Leng Long Qian should never anger himself, let alone question his own strength.

Dragons are the proudest beings in the world.

The dignity of the dragon cannot be insulted, and the foul language of the cold dragon needs to be washed away with a raging flame.

Magma-like flames poured out of his abdomen, and Smaug's mouth opened, and crimson flames rushed downward.

"Boom—"

In an instant, the air became hot.

This is Smaug's most powerful and true dragon's most iconic means, capable of burning everything with just one breath.

The flames shrouded him, and Zhang Chen's heart moved.

In an instant, a vast stream of magical energy poured out from the heart, and the inky scales covered it with a layer of azure light.

The dragon's flames swept across the land, melting the gravel in the clearing in an instant.

In it, Zhang Chen didn't feel a trace of heat, his gaze remained calm from beginning to end, the only thing that made him unhappy was that the magic power in his body was consumed faster than ever.

The wind howled, and the fire increased instead of abating.

Above the sky, Smaug flapped his wings and landed on the top of the capital city of Irub, his mouth blazing, his pale golden pupils staring at the burning earth, a look of contempt in it.

It's more like a basin than an open space, and there's no way to hide from the breath.

"Hmph, even if it's a real dragon, take my breath hard, even if you don't die, it's ......"

Also......

Before Smaug's words fell, a powerful magic wave in the basin, and the raging flames were like a downpour, and they immediately went into limp.

Standing on the top of the mountain, Smaug's two dragon eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.

Magic!

No way!

Dragons can never do magic!

But what was that magic just now?

In the basin, looking at the extinguished flames, Zhang Chen's heart was secretly refreshed, and he released his magic power, which could indeed disperse the flames, even if it was the dragon's flames.

The dark oval head was slightly raised, Zhang Chen looked at Smaug, and said, "Could it be that you have this ability, no wonder you were shot with scales back then." ”

"Shut up, bastard!"

Smaug blew his beard angrily and glared, angrily, and roared: "You are not a real dragon, an impostor, how can a real dragon be magical, you bed bug, you dare to insult the great Smaug, you damn it!" ”

"What? Poked in pain and embarrassed? ”

After that, the magic power in Zhang Chen's heart gushed out wildly, and the magic power rolled and thundered arcs, and finally spread out in his chest, opening his mouth to breathe.

"Boom!"

Magic wanders around the mouth, gathering and exploding.

On the top of the mountain, Smaug felt a breath that made him palpitate, and his flesh wings soared into the sky, and the flames in his chest spread, and he opened his mouth to spit out.

Spit to breath.

Almost instantly, two breaths collided in the void, flames twisted, and a hurricane howled.

Compared with the breath of the fire dragon, the breath of the thunder dragon is more penetrating, more explosive, and even more powerful, plus the power of the thunder element, the destructive power is outstanding.

Smaug realized that something was wrong, and with the wave of his wings, his figure rose up, but it was still a beat slower.

The arc of thunder flickered, and the breath instantly pierced through the sky, piercing Smaug's body.

In the void, a hole three or four meters in diameter appeared in Smaug's chest, but no dragon's blood swayed down.

Because, the dragon flesh around the hole has been scorched black by the lightning arc, the flesh wings flapped weakly a few times, the pale golden vertical pupils were full of hatred and incomprehension, and the body fell vertically with a trace of smoke.

Seconds later, Smaug's body smashed into a pile of stones on the top of the hill in the capital of Irub, and his life and death were unknown.

Gravel flies, dust flies.

In the basin, Zhang Chen's mouth was like a fire, and he exhaled with all his strength, and his heart was refreshing, but it was uncomfortable.

Moreover, the magic in the body is also a lot empty.

Fortunately, his healing ability is super strong, and after only ten seconds of pain, the burning sensation gradually fades, but the magic power needs time to recover.

Smaug was not weak, he just met his opponent.

Its flames are too scattered, and it is insoluble to deal with ordinary people, which is equivalent to a group attack, but the power is also appropriately weakened, but Zhang Chen's breath is different, just like a single attack, the energy is condensed a little, and the penetration or destructive power is super strong.

"It's worthy of the magic of the Dark Lord, and the magic stored in my heart is enough for me to breathe four or five times.

Fortunately, there is a magical barrier, otherwise with the defense of my scales, I may not be able to hold off Smaug's flames.

However, in the end, it was won. ”

Thinking about it, Zhang Chen sneered in his heart.

Let you go to heaven.

Now it's really heavenly.

The main reason for being able to win so easily was that Smaug was careless and lost his mind under the stimulus.

Coming back to his senses, Zhang Chen climbed towards the top of the mountain.

The consumption of mana does not affect the action, and his situation is like the main AP, the main AD, and the main tank, which is simply incomprehensible.

The body zigzagged its way up the rocky hillside to the top of the mountain, and soon found Smaug's body.

At this moment, Smaug was lying in the pit, his wings and body were covered with rubble, his body was covered with dust, his pale golden vertical pupils had long lost their luster, white smoke was coming out of his mouth, and the hole in his chest was particularly obvious.

Smaug was a true dragon, but it couldn't regenerate at a rapid rate, and such injuries could have killed him instantly.

No one could have imagined that the infamous dragon Smaug had fallen to the top of Irub.

Spit out the snake letter, and Zhang Chen could already smell the aroma of meat from dozens of meters away.

Dragon meat.

He had been looking forward to this for a long time.

The body rose from far and near, entrenched, looking at Smaug in the pit, Zhang Chen couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The life of the true dragon is also so fragile that it can't even withstand a breath.

"Fortunately, I have Zhuyu, otherwise I would have died."

The dark oval head was lowered, and Zhang Chen opened his mouth to get out of Smaug's flesh wings, tearing frantically, and blood was dripping.

The rich smell of blood mixed with the smell of meat constantly stimulated his nerves.

Crazy tearing Smaug's wings, Zhang Chen called it a cool word in his heart, he had never eaten so cool.

Bah.

It's a real dragon.

It's a winged lizard.

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