Suddenly, there were several heart-rending "Filia!" from all directions. However www.biquge.info Filia's sword still slashed down desperately, as long as it could cut the tendons of the dragon's legs, the female fire dragon would be lame, and its chances of escaping and killing would be greatly increased. In comparison, Filia felt that "martyrdom" seemed to be worth the price—so she didn't even think much of it, and slammed her final sword with all her might.

"When!", the tip of the 2-meter-long Wind King Sword slashed to the swept dragon tail, and successfully broke the armor, the two pieces of dragon armor flew into the air with blood, and the Wind King Sword chopped into the thick dragon tail, and the tip of the sword came from the fleshy soft tremor feel, compared with the feeling of shaking the hands when splitting the carapace, the feel of chopping meat is simply fluttering.

Then, Filia's divine power exploded, and she drew her sword with all her might, erecting the Wind King's sword in front of her left arm. As soon as it was blocked, the dragon's tail swept over with a thunderbolt, slamming into Filia's Wind King Sword like a carriage.

"Ahh Then her whole body was swept away, fell heavily ten meters away, held the Wind King Sword bow waist and ploughed out two meters, and then coughed hard to support her body with the vertical sword, and struggled to stand up with the sword, the steel boots split and stood firmly, the red dress fell to the ground like a bell, and the red hair flew when she gasped, and she was thrillingly beautiful.

Luckily, she had just gotten away from the dragon, and the scorpion tail couldn't catch her, so she had a hard time escaping.

She's already tricked out all of the dragon's moves, and it's up to her teammates to do the next!

As early as Filia ran away and shouted the phrase "Tighten the encirclement!, it's now!", the dragoons who scattered to avoid the dragon's breath flames entered the battle angle one after another, and began to chase the fire dragon one after another.

So at this time, the six dragoons dragoons who dragged the Hengbing quality Wind King Sword were already full of divine power, picking up 6 fierce yellow dusts, and running all the way to chase them, as the distance approached, the Wind King Sword in their hands slowly swung out, and then exploded to accelerate, when the blade approached the dragon scales, it was just as fast as the wind, and at the best chopping angle, it accelerated the most beautiful lethality!

With the sword of "Dang", Sir David bypassed the dragon's tail and slashed the dragon's leg relentlessly, and the Wind King's sword slashed the dragon scales to burst, and the hot dragon blood and dragon scales were sprinkled on the ground, steaming up a white mist. However, because the force of the horizontal cut is smaller than that of the vertical split, the cut is not too deep, not even the depth of the bone.

The fire dragon grabbed the ground with its wings in pain, raised its head and wailed, and then flapped its wings with all its might, and the wind so strong that even the heavily armored knight could not stand firmly, and his body staggered backwards. Then, with its unreasonable giant wings, the fiery dragon hunched its back and floated into the sky inch by inch, bending its scorpion hook like a dog's tail, flapping its wings frequently to turn around, staring viciously at Sir Davy, who had slashed her.

Filia's eyes widened, she saw something, she pulled her sword and tried to rush forward, but there was a cutting pain under the bulging breastplate, she coughed up another mouthful of red saliva, lowered her head and gasped, and her red hair fell to her chest.

"Run, David," she muttered, her red lips twitching, and then she looked up and shouted, "David, run! she's looking at you!"

David gritted his teeth and said "Damn," then dragged his sword and fled to the left.

The fire dragon ascended to the sky, and the knight could not attack, but could only maneuver to dodge, and the first wave of charges was wasted and in vain.

"Lost the sword!" Filia shouted in hatred, then dragged her sword and rushed towards the fire dragon, raising her head to provoke the fire dragon: "Look at me!

But it was too late, the dragon had already straightened its wings and with the help of its body weight it had made an unstoppable glide, a dive ten times faster than Davy could run.

Then, Philia's eyes widened as she watched Sir Davy make a hasty turn, but it was too late to mislead the dragon. Like a skilful owl, the female fire dragon swooped down and grabbed the desperate mouse.

Sir Davy was obscured by the shadow of a dragon that obscured the sky, and the wind pressure from the dragon's wings blew David's helmet with red tassels floating forward. Then the dragon approached, and a pair of dragon claws went to grab David, but he was dodged and only knocked over David. So the fire dragon fluttered to the ground, and a pair of dragon claws rubbed David on the ground, and David was rubbed from one end of the road to the other by the dragon claws, and painted the ground red with his body, like a red ant rubbed into a stick by his fingers.

With tears streaming down her eyes, Filia saw that when the dragon flapped its wings and braked the car, David on the ground was already in tatters, and the joints of his armor were strangely misaligned: Ming Ming was lying on his stomach with his steel boots pointing to the sky, and Ming Ming was lying on his stomach with his hands on his shoulders. The most tearless thing is that even though the helmet is about to fall off, the blazing red armor still clutches the Wind King's sword.

Filia was full of tears, her teeth were clucking, and suddenly ignoring the pain, the divine grace exploded to 198, dragging the two-meter Wind King Sword, and running towards the fire dragon in a long skirt, letting the tears fly in the air, staring at the fire dragon with jealousy and hatred: "The second wave of charge!

"Order!!" The dragoons in all directions had already found their positions, and they charged in unison, and six smoke trails suddenly rose on the ground, and they all converged on the back of the fire dragon.

The fire dragon didn't notice that David was dead, it was angry and lowered its head to bite the corpse, suddenly heard the sound of running footsteps, and quickly grabbed the ground with its wings, and before it could turn around, there was a sharp pain in the leg, and it shook its head and roared, turned its head to look, and saw the red-haired girl crying in a mess, but screaming more fiercely than the fire dragon, a sword slashed the fire dragon's thigh, and the entire Wind King sword was buried in the flesh, no wonder the fire dragon was in pain.

This girl is a thorn in the side of the fire dragon. Without hesitation, the female dragon struggled to take a step, turned sideways, and bit Fillia. But Filia had already pulled out her sword, and the horizontal sword was blocked on her head, and the fire dragon gnawed the Wind King's sword in one bite, but it was difficult to open her mouth for half an inch, and her jaws couldn't bite down, and she was cut by the Wind King's sword blade and bleeding between her teeth, and she was in pain.

"Now!" Filia grappled with the dragon, struggling to support her while urging her subordinates intently.

"Hold on, Chief!" said Ser Fabian roared as he caught up, the red tassel on his helmet flying, the divine radiant lifted to 175, and the unstoppable sword landed on the other leg of the fire dragon before it was struck with a whip from the vigilant dragon's tail. Sir Fabian was thrown alive and smashed two trees before he stopped, and sat under the stump with his head bowed and his hands down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. The Wind King Sword was firmly embedded in the dragon's legs, and the dragon's blood flowed down the blade to the hilt, ticking to the ground, blooming a plum blossom.

"Watch its tail!" Filia shouted, as a succession of dragoons rushed up in fearless manner, slashing sideways and slashing at the hamstrings and tendons of the dragon's legs. Sir Simon succeeded in slashing the lower part of the dragon's leg, and the iron-like sword of the Wind King slashed the dragon's body and staggered.

The dragon's tail swept hard, and Sir Simon abandoned his sword, dodged the tail whip, and then regained his grip on the hilt, drew his sword, and slashed again.

It was clear that Simon had learned the lesson of blood from his robes, and the slash was lighter, leaving the strength to stay maneuverable to dodge.