readx;

The dragon's strength is slowly recovering, and Ian's strength is rapidly declining. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he knew very well that he couldn't drag it out any longer, especially his right hand had not done any measures to stop the bleeding, Lu Duo just died of excessive blood loss, and no one could do anything about that kind of death.

Ian slowly leaned down, like a predatory cheetah. When he was very young, those top hunters in Liuyun Village showed him the most correct hunting method countless times, called "Fatal Blow".

He still vaguely remembers the saying: "The original intention of hunting is to subdue the prey." And to subdue the prey, in fact, it only takes a simple attack. As for the other grappling, they are all preparing for the fatal blow. The fatal blow is all about ending the hunt, and usually, the hunter only has one chance. ”

That's right, Ian only has one chance now. It was the closest time he came to the dragon's power, but it was quickly gone. All he had in his hand was the wooden spear in his hand, and several successful attacks had proven that it could deal damage to dragons. Only now, to complete the fatal blow, he has to do more than just damage.

It must be deadly!

Ian's eyes surveyed the various parts of the dragon's body, eventually locking his gaze on its head. That's the only place where it can be fatal, it's just that a frontal attack has proven to be unworkable, and a way has to be found.

It's just that the dragon didn't give Ian too much time, and this primitive and rough fight is a shame for it. From the moment it is born, it can easily hunt wild boars with its claws and fangs, and as it grows up, there are few creatures in Luthemill that can compete with it.

And now, his claws are broken, and his fangs are not very easy to use. It had to use all its capital to fight for its life against the human in front of it that it had never looked down on before, and it grew angrier, and after noticing that Ian's physical strength was rapidly weakening, it was not willing to wait, and its dazzling golden eyes became more and more dazzling.

It lunged at Ian again, not like a mighty dragon, but like a wild boar that only knew how to go on a rampage. However, such an attack, although rudimentary, is undoubtedly the most effective, and it also wants to give Ian a "fatal blow".

Ian's pupils shrank, and as he looked at the galloping dragon, a bold idea popped into his mind. And in a matter of seconds, he decided to act on the idea.

"Come on, bed bugs. Ian spat out a mouthful of bloody spit and lunged at the dragon.

Nicole probably saw that this would be a fateful moment, and this attack on both sides would determine whether Ian would become a dragon hunter or if they would become another victim under the dragon's claws. So her heart once again rose to her throat, although she hadn't put it down before.

Ian was so close to the dragon that he could even smell the stench of the dragon's snort. So his knees suddenly weakened, and he knelt straight down, and due to inertia, the whole person was still rushing forward. Since he was kneeling very close to the dragon, the dragon didn't have time to react, and he bit down, eventually brushing Ian's head and eventually biting only air.

It's just that the loud noise from the collision of the upper and lower teeth is enough to make Ian's scalp tingle. It is not difficult to imagine that if he had been one second late, with such a large bite force, his skull would have been crushed into powder. This is the dragon's "fatal blow".

A smile involuntarily appeared on Ian's lips, dodging its fatal blow before it was his turn. He looked up and saw the dragon's thick neck and jaws. So he used all his strength to thrust his spear upward.

His target was the dragon's jaw, which pierced the dragon's head. Ian believed that no creature could survive a head piercing. At such a close distance, Ian was confident that no creature could dodge.

Thinking that the dragon was finally going to be killed by himself, Ian felt an extremely complicated emotion welling up in his heart. But he didn't know what this emotion was, and he could only taste it slowly in the future.

The tip of the spear pressed against the dragon's jaw, and Ian seemed to see that after two seconds, hot dragon blood would "brush" on his face.

However, this did not happen.

The spear ran into a strong obstacle, and the dragon's jaw was not pierced under Ian's attack with all his strength. On the contrary, the wooden spear was against something hard, and the whole spear quickly bent, and under Ian's incredulous gaze, the two wooden spears that were stressed at the end were broken.

Sawdust fell like raindrops and landed on Ian's face.

Ian was completely stupefied.

Why, why, why are there dragon scales in the lower jaw part?!why why!?

Ian never imagined that in addition to a few dragon scales on its huge tail, this agile dragon also had dragon scales on the most hidden jaw.

The dragon scales, which are difficult for even the silver crossbow to shoot through, are too insignificant compared to the wooden spear. So in just a second, the spear broke.

Ian spread his hands and lay on the ground in despair. He had done everything he had to do, he had overcome the fear in his heart, he had overcome the devastating injury to his right arm, he was on the verge of winning, but he fell short at the last moment.

"Boom. ”

A bolt of lightning streaked by, and soon there was a roaring thunder. The moment Ian lay down, a long-lost rainstorm fell on Luther's Mill, and the rain fell on Ian's face, extinguishing the fiery red in his eyes. Above him were a pair of golden pupils, and the two small suns stood brighter and brighter in the gloomy environment. It was like a statue, standing silently under the rainstorm, and its terrifying face looked full of mockery.

"I lost. Ian closed his eyes tiredly.

Ian seemed to see the sun that night again, the scorching heat that could ignite everything, and it made people despair.

"No, you didn't lose!" Nicole's voice was so insignificant in the rainstorm, but it didn't leak into Ian's heart, "You haven't lost yet!"

Ian opened his eyes and saw that the pretty face that was full of bowstrings and covered with rain was full of stubbornness.

Why did she draw the bow? Did she shoot accurately?

Two doubts flashed through Ian's mind, and then Nicole moved, and she suddenly raised the arrow up a lot, as if she was going to shoot at the sky. Then she let go of the bowstring, and the arrow flew into the sky with a "thud".

Ian smiled, not expecting to see someone playing treasure at the last moment.

It's just that there was no smile on Nicole's face, and after shooting the arrow, she looked at Ian quietly, biting her lower lip tightly, and her pretty face was pale.

Ian looked into her eyes and slowly realized something.

The dragon opened its mouth, revealing two rows of fangs, ready to kill Ian. Ian looked up at the sky, at the storm like an arrow, and finally understood what Nicole meant.

"Strength! Iliad, I want strength!" Ian suddenly became excited, he wanted to grasp the last hope, but his whole body was already paralyzed, so he had to roar in his heart, "I want the strength just now, just two seconds!"

Ian remembers his last conversation with Rudo.

"But I can't control this power, I feel like I'm no different from ordinary people. ”

"Sooner or later, you'll get the hang of it, just when you need it. ”

Rudo's words rang in Ian's ears, and at that moment, the spark that had been sleeping in his dark pupils ignited again. It burned more intensely and hotter than before, and Ian's vision widened again, as if he had shot an arrow through a dragon's eye that day.

The dragon felt the familiar breath again, the aura that terrified it. So it didn't hesitate anymore and bit Ian's head straight away. Ian grabbed the dragon by the neck first, then jumped up from the ground with the help of his strength, dodging the dragon's fatal blow.

But the dragon bit Ian's shoulder anyway, and Ian felt his shoulder being bitten through by two rows of fangs, and the pain hit him like a heart.

But he held back, he couldn't help but not call out. Because he knew that now was the most critical time, and he stared at the sky, staring at the direction of the rainstorm.

After a second, his eyes lit up, and he jerked out and grabbed one of the "raindrops". It was an arrow hidden in the rainstorm, and Ian clung to the dragon's head with his nearly severed right arm. Then he raised his hand and plunged the arrow into the dragon's golden pupil.

"Whew!"

The dragon shuddered violently, nearly throwing Ian out. So Ian grabbed the dragon's head with both hands, then bit the arrow with his teeth, and sent it into the dragon's golden pupils little by little.

The dragon struggled even harder, knowing that this time it was more deadly than the source of fire. It wanted to throw Ian out so that it still had a chance, but the emaciated Ian burst out with amazing strength at this moment.

Standing in the distance, Nicole could only see two clusters of scorching flames and the only remaining sun.

Knowing he was going to win, Ian held on desperately as he sent arrows into the dragon's golden pupils with his mouth. Unbeknownst to him, the World Tree behind him began to grow violently, branches spreading to his neck.

Ian remembered that many years ago, his father had slapped the cockroach that was gnawing with his boot, and then said with a smug face, "It's over, bed bug!"

Ian used one last force to send the arrow to the deepest depths. The dragon shuddered.

"It's over, bugs. ”

Ian whispered in its ear.

So the golden pupil that shone like the sun slowly extinguished. In the storm and wind, only two clusters of burning flames remained, and their owners.

Nicole covered her mouth desperately, tears streaming out of her eyes, mixing with the rain and falling into the dirt. He really did it, he really did it! At this moment, Ian is not the little hunter who likes to go against her every day in Nicole's heart, she only feels that Ian's back at this moment is very familiar.

The flames went out, and Ian felt nothing but an indescribable exhaustion, and then his eyes went black and he fell straight down.

......

The Messiah looked at the sky that was gradually darkening, and he didn't know what he was thinking. She slowly lowered her head and looked at the small red lucky bag on the fullness of her chest. The ugly little girl above was looking up at the moon, but next to the little girl, suddenly there was a little boy who was embroidered, scratching his head and giggling.

"Ian. With his eyes closed, the Messiah slowly moved the bag to his chest, where the heart was.