A single pterosaur could speak English!

Song Ming gasped, thinking that he had never passed English back then, no, no, now is not the time to think about this......

The one-winged dragon's eyes widened angrily, the blood was dense, the pupils suddenly froze, narrowed, and the jaw was raised high, and after a moment of stagnation, it chopped down towards Songming.

Song Ming was mentally prepared at this moment, and the time delayed by looking at each other before was enough for his right hand to regain consciousness; And his left shoulder, which was already numb to pain, was ready to abandon the car at this moment.

The single-winged dragon bites down-

Song Ming's waist tightened, and he pulled hard to the right, directly tearing off his left arm and left shoulder, and at that moment of blood flashing, he dragged the remnants of his body, rolled to the side of the iron sword, bounced up, and fell with the sword.

The one-winged dragon was too quick to chop down, and after swooping into the air, it didn't have time to brake, and pounced directly on the boulder, and when it raised its head again, Songming had already fallen with a sword!

Before the blood could be sprayed, the faucet had already landed.

The moonlight was faint, and the dragon's head rolled down the boulder like a "wheel" and fell silently into the grass.

The remaining emaciated body collapsed with a thud, blood rushing wildly, recoloring the boulder.

Song Ming looked at the iron sword in his hand and was shocked and speechless!

One arm for one life, this is Song Ming's instinct at the moment of life and death, but his original idea was that one arm for one life of his own, not a dragon's life!

Because he knew that he would not have time to draw his sword, his plan was to use the blade of the sword (with the scabbard on it) to slash the wyvern's cervical vertebrae, and then take the opportunity to escape himself.

However, something unbelievable happened, he actually relied on the scabbard to directly cut off the head of the one-winged dragon!

It's as easy as slicing a watermelon!

Song Ming stayed there for a long time before he looked down at the sword body.

The scabbard was faintly cold, and there was not a drop of blood!

The sheath is unfavorable, but it is unmatchedly sharp.

Although the sword is light, it is powerful in the West Mountain.

It was a good sword, so good that he forgot the pain in his body, so good that for a moment, he suddenly had such an illusion: this sword was destined to belong to him!

He tried to draw his sword, only to remember that he had only one arm left.

So he put his knees in his knees and drew his sword upward; or bite the scabbard of the sword with its mouth and draw it to the right; Or put your foot on the scabbard, crouch down and draw your sword close to the ground—no matter how you do it, even if you use all your strength, the sword will not move.

Song Ming was a little disappointed, until the pain in his left shoulder was unbearable, and then he remembered his broken arm.

He tightened the muscles of his left shoulder a little to stop the outflow of blood, pulled some long grass in the grass, picked up his broken left arm, took it back to his left shoulder, and tied the wound with straw, so that he could barely hold his left arm in place.

Then he took the scabbard of the sword, opened the dragon's body, found the remnants of the old man stained with stomach juice, and then dug a pit in the grass next to the boulder, and then found the two stump feet of the old man, and after moving all the old man's body, he put them into the pit one by one.

When he was about to bury the soil, he suddenly felt a little unbearable, so Song Ming put down the sword, cleaned up the old man in the pit with one hand, and then stacked it neatly.

The rain was heavy and the stars were shining.

On the old man's old face, there is no tiredness of life, only the tranquility of death, and the raindrops and brilliance flow, as if they have been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years.

Song Ming stared at the old man, couldn't take his eyes off for a long time, and after a while, he quickly buried the soil.

Subsequently, he began to loot more loot.

In addition to the iron sword, he felt that this one-winged dragon should be a rare species, and it was worth some money, but unfortunately, it was the corpse of a headless one-winged dragon with a thin body and zero road pressure!

Will anyone buy it back and eat it pickled? Thinking like this, Song Ming no longer lingered on the dragon body or the dragon's head, but dug out a charcoal-black dragon crystal in the dragon's body, and then carried the sword and left the grass.

Although this road was thrilling and full of life, nine deaths, fortunately his life was saved, and the harvest was very rich, which can be described as "easy and pleasant" - he walked happily on the mountain path, and the cold wind after the rain blew on his face.

He couldn't help but recall the old man's strange lines:

"When the sea changes, I know that the wind has withered, I have wandered for too long, and I don't know who I am, and I don't know what my name was...... Do you say Chihahime, who's as beautiful as herself...... That's an old wife, don't beat her up. ”

"There are still people who have forgotten who they are, but they still remember to remember their wives, and they can't imagine that this old man is still a lover......"

Song Ming held the "Thousand Feather Ji" in his hand, and felt a little bad in his heart, although the old man is dead, but it is not a glorious thing to take away his wife, not to mention that the old man is old, and his wife has become an old woman, so she will be a grandmother?

He walked like this, one step, two steps, three steps...... With every step, he felt that the cold wind was even stronger, and he almost wrinkled his face, until he couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't take a step further.

He simply turned back in a few steps, dug a pit of earth, buried the iron sword, returned the object to its original owner, and then left the meadow without looking back with his left arm hanging on his left arm.

The stars shine overhead, like spring waves.

"Since you are destined not to be a samurai, carrying a sword is just pretending...... Just let this old guy hold his wife and go to another world to turn the world upside down. ”

Thinking like this, Songming's steps became more and more brisk, wearing stars and moons all the way, and walked towards the city.

……

In the direction of Songming's advance, there was a high slope, and on the high slope, there was a boulder, and a black shadow sat on it, looking up at the sky, and muttered in his mouth:

"Di Lager, Yo Di Lager, I didn't expect that with this kind of little trick, I could trap seven people after death, even if I am old, I have to admire you as a junior, but the so-called son of prophecy will not die before the beginning."

Soon, the high slope and boulders blocked Songming's path.

Song Ming was a little puzzled, and looked towards the boulder, a familiar figure sitting on the boulder, a pure white robe, a simple iron sword, and a dissolute figure-

It turned out to be the old man who was buried by his own hands just now!

Before he could be shocked, an old and loud voice fell in the sky, but it seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, clanging between heaven and earth, almost breaking his eardrums:

"The way of heaven is constant, there are thousands of humanites, the way of heaven or the way of humanity?"

Song Ming didn't care that his heart was shocked, but he felt that his eardrums were shocked uncomfortably, and the old man came back from the dead, so high-energy but repeatedly pretended to be forced, and did not give him any practical help, so his stomach was on fire, and he also held back his doubts, and opened his mouth to scold:

"Follow your sister, don't pretend to be a ghost in the way."

The old man was not angry, and said slowly:

"No one knows the name of the mediocre - young man, tell me your name."

Song Ming was stunned:

"No, no, you tell me your name first."

The old man stroked his beard, and a melancholy look drifted through his eyes:

"Old decay, I don't remember my real name, underwater village, this is the name of the old decay's hometown."

Song Ming tried his best to digest every word of the old man, but his face was not shocked, and he only replied lightly:

"Songming."

The old man's face was grim:

"Why do you want to take the wife of old decay?"

Songming is very casual:

"Because it's worth it...... Why aren't you dead yet? ”

The old man took off the flask at his waist and drank it all:

"Because I'm waiting for someone."

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Preview: Chapter 0015, The Ambition of the Stars