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Ian had never seen an old man like this. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info In his impression, the old man in Black Rock City was either wandering around the city with a cane and doing nothing, or he was sitting in front of his house on a deck chair and basking in the sun, while listening to the bad old lady's chatter.

And Rudo is clearly redefining the term old man.

The dragon below jumped to its feet, soared a few meters high, and spread its wings directly. Ludo squinted, feeling the power of the dragon, without the slightest fear, he also raised his sword and jumped, and actually jumped directly.

Ian was simply stunned? What is this not death? People have wings, you don't! Is this old man Alzheimer's?

The height of tens of meters was shortened to a few seconds in the blink of an eye under the efforts of one person and one dragon. Rudo, who Ian thought was senile, leaned slightly in the air, dodging the dragon's claws, and then with a wave of his sword-wielding hand, the cross-sword slashed down the dragon's head.

The whole action went smoothly, and the dragon only had time to deflect its head, and then the greatsword slashed down its neck. The Cross Greatsword and the Dragon's Scale Armor rubbed together to produce a dazzling fire.

One person and one dragon quickly separated, Ludo jumped onto a branch, and the fragile branch was directly broken by him, but he also got a point of strength, and jumped again, jumping onto the wooden ladder to stabilize his figure. The dragon, on the other hand, spun in mid-air and fell back to another branch. This thousand-year-old tree was tossed by these two people and began to crumble.

Ian lay on the island and watched this scene, scared to come out. Standing on the wooden ladder, Ludo began to sweat, and the sweat was evenly distributed on the bronze muscles, which made the plum blossoms behind him brighter and brighter.

The dragon, on the other hand, was opposite to Rudo, always leaning over to maintain an offensive posture, and a pair of golden pupils reflected the old man with a sword. Ian noticed that there were no wounds on its body, and that Rudo's sword had left only a black mark on its neck.

For any other creature, Rudo's blow just now would have been deadly, but for some hard-scaled dragons, it would only leave such marks.

The matchup was originally unfair, and Rudo's chances of winning were slim. Ian believes that in any case, humans must have at least an advantage in numbers and equipment against dragons, but Rudo has only one man, and is only equipped with a bulky cross-sword, not even armor. The dragon's claws and fangs could cut through his fragile neck or body at any moment, but Rudo couldn't break through the dragon's defenses.

And Rudo was already very old, and everyone could see that the old man, who couldn't find a single black hair, was still injured. But Ian still hopes that Rudo can win, not only because he can only have a chance to live if he wins himself and the Messiah, but also because Ian seems to see a fiercer gaze than a dragon in Rudo's eyes.

Ludo took a long breath, he knew his weakness, and this duel must not be delayed. The giant dragon in front of him was obviously scared by himself before, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Since you don't dare to move, then let me kill you with peace of mind.

Rudo pulled out a small dagger wrapped in a cloth bag from his trouser belt, and then slowly ripped the cloth bag open, revealing a very ordinary blade.

Ian looked a little foggy at it, and didn't know why he took out such a knife, even the cross giant sword couldn't break through the dragon's scale armor.

But for some reason, looking at the quaint dagger, Ian felt a chill flow through his heart. When the dragon on the opposite side saw this dagger, its golden pupils shrank slightly.

Ludo held the cross-sword in his right hand and carried it directly on his shoulder, while his left hand held the inconspicuous dagger behind his back, bowing his body slightly, like a beast about to pounce.

The dragon seemed to sense the threat, and opened its mouth, baring its sharp fangs, and a low roar came out of its throat.

With a snap, Ludo slammed off the wooden ladder under his feet, then stepped on an extremely thick branch with momentum, and then ran down the dragon.

The dragon could not bear the challenge of a human daring to attack it, and it roared and galloped away, spreading its wings.

Rudo's eyes were sharp as knives, and he kept an eye on two of the dragon's most threatening weapons, fangs and claws. He quickly lowered his head as the dragon's claws slashed, but a few handfuls of white hair were cut off and fluttered and fell in the air.

His right arm slammed into force, his muscles bulged high, and he slapped directly with the side of the cross-shaped greatsword. Although it didn't knock the dragon out of the air, it did make it stumble. The enraged dragon forced a spin in mid-air with its good air supremacy, biting directly at Ludo's head.

The back of Rudo's head seemed to have eyes, and he even retracted the cross-sword, blocking the back of his head. The dragon then bit down on the cross-sword with a crisp sound, and Ludo took the opportunity to stab the dragon in the abdomen with his dagger......

Because he was lying on the island, Ian couldn't see the specific battle situation clearly, but only saw a man and a dragon staggered together. Eventually, they parted again, and Rudo retreated to the sidelines, and the dragon fell from the sky.

This time, Ian simply regarded Rudo as a god, and he was inseparable from a giant dragon!

However, Ian soon discovered that there were already several bloody wounds on Ludo's body, which made the pure white plum blossom behind him bewitch for no reason.

Still can't hold on?

A strong sense of loss welled up in Ian's heart, and for a moment he thought Rudo could win.

Ian turned his gaze back to the dragon, and quickly held his breath in surprise.

I saw that the dragon's scale armor had been torn open, and blood was dripping rapidly on the roots of the tree. Ian turned his head sharply and looked at Rudo again, only to see that the cross-sword was still smooth as a mirror, and the inconspicuous dagger in his hand was dripping dark red blood from the roots of the tree.