Even after rolling and rising, the scythe-like head of the giant scissor still slashed at the root of the great bird's left wing.

It's a pity that the big monster bird seems to be slender, but the defense of that carapace cannot be underestimated.

With the strength of his sword and the destructive power of the giant scissors, if this knife slashed the body of the Great Boar King, it was enough to leave a deep wound, but at this time, it only picked up a small piece of the carapace of the big monster bird, and even made a small opening in the hard skin that wrapped it underneath.

Gordon was disappointed by the result.

Originally, he planned to rely on this blow to pick and slash the left wing of the big monster bird, making it incapacitated, but now it seems that it is almost the same as a bruise, let alone a serious injury.

"Goo!"

Just when Gordon was feeling sorry in his heart, the next blow of the big monster bird came.

Its slender but powerful neck was raised high again, as if it was gathering strength, and in the next second, the huge beak that was so wide that it could almost swallow Gordon's whole body pecked down.

Gordon quickly stopped his attack, and just a few steps back away, the giant beak that fell like a giant hammer left a shallow hole in the place where he was standing.

Gordon swallowed his spit, if this blow was hit, I was afraid that it would shatter his skull.

However, he also saw that although the big monster bird's pecking power was great, the front action was quite long, which should be because its head and beak were too big and heavy.

As long as you are careful not to be greedy for knives, there should not be a big problem.

The big monster bird's pecking is continuous, and when it misses, it adjusts its movements, steps forward, and continues to attack.

Gordon didn't even dare to use the knife this time, and it was hard for him to dodge and roll, but he wasn't in a hurry, because he knew very well that continuous attacks of this strength could not last.

Sure enough, after dodging four or five pecks in succession, the big monster bird seemed to be tired, and Gordon seized the opportunity to step closer, brandishing his great sword and preparing to give it a few strong blows.

But at this moment, a coconut-sized bomb barrel flew from afar and landed on the big monster bird.

This is a pork chop blast attack.

Knowing the explosion range of this keg bomb, Gordon immediately stopped, blocked his greatsword in front of him, and entered a defensive stance.

"Boom!"

After a bang, Gordon swung his blade to cut through the smoke and continued forward.

Pig scratched at his ears in annoyance, the timing of the bomb was not good - the barrel bomb was not powerful enough to break through the thick back of the big monster bird's carapace, but instead interrupted Gordon's attack.

However, Gordon did not rebuke the pork chop for this.

Tacit understanding needs to be cultivated, and if you want to be careful because of a mistake, what should you do if the pork chop that is already easy to be unconfident becomes timid? He didn't want his partner to be submissive.

Wait, the state of the big monster bird is a little wrong?

Gordon, who rushed to the side of the big monster bird and left a wound on its leg, suddenly found that the former's movements became a little stiff, and even if he was hurt, he did not fight back immediately, and the huge ear fan like a raff collar was also put away.

This reminded him of the advice given to him by the senior door of the assembly hall before he set off - the great monster bird has a keen sense of hearing, especially when the ear fan is open, and it can easily be dizzy with a sonic boom.

Explosions!

Gordon suddenly realized that the barrel of the pork chop had indeed failed to cause actual damage to the big monster bird, but the sound of the explosion at close range had clearly affected the latter.

This pop is certainly not as good as a sonic boom designed to emit high-frequency noise, but it is not a means of control.

"Pork chop! When its ears open again, throw a bomb barrel in its face! The noise is effective! Gordon, who took advantage of this opportunity to continue attacking the legs of the big monster bird, yelled.

Pork Chop immediately understood his intentions, "Understand! ”

The Great Monster Bird, recovering from the effects of the explosion, became furious again, its fast-beating heart making it move faster, and its eyes turned red from bloodshot.

Seeing this, Gordon immediately pulled his sword and retreated.

In the next second, the wingclaws that were enough to break the trunk of the tree swung across his eyes, making him feel extremely glad that he didn't have the caution of being greedy.

"Gurgle." At that moment, a strange sound like boiling water bubbling came.

A large number of flames and sparks emerged from the cracks in the great bird's huge spoon-like beak, and a pungent smell of sulfur diffused in all directions.

"It's breath!" Gordon felt like his heart was skipping a beat.

Unlike the "breath" that the Peach Fur Beast King spits out after eating a special mushroom, the Great Monster Bird has a special organ similar to that of the fire dragon, the Flame Bag.

Although its throat and beak are much less evolved than those of the Wyvern, it cannot withstand enough heat and pressure to make it difficult for it to spit out powerful high-temperature fireballs at extremely fast speeds like fire dragons.

But they also have their own unique way of exhaling.

The earthworm-digging bird stores some sand in its body, and when it needs to use its breath to fight an enemy, the high-temperature flames generated by the Flame Bag will heat the sand to nearly 1,000 degrees Celsius in a matter of seconds.

Then, using their giant spoon-like beaks, they throw out the flame-filled hot sand.

In terms of absolute destructive power, this kind of breath alone is naturally far less than the explosive fireball of the fire dragon, but at close range, the high-temperature sand covering a huge area is also very dangerous.

Gordon pulled back as hard as he could, and flew as far away as he could, as the big monster bird breathed, but he still couldn't completely avoid the attack.

The flames mixed with the red-hot sand slammed down a few meters behind him, scattering the hot sand in all directions, many of which fell on him, flowing through the gaps in the armor, scorching the skin on his back.

Gordon snorted, but still endured the burning pain in his back and got up quickly, otherwise the next attack of the big monster bird would come!

Sure enough, the Great Monster Bird that had completed its breath shook its head and galloped wildly, and this breath and collision attack pattern reminded Gordon of the male fire dragon he had encountered.

The two really have something in common, should they be said to be worthy of being "Teacher Yang Kuku"?

Gordon is well aware that in the face of this kind of suicide attack, the best way to deal with it is always to pounce and roll at the moment when the monster is about to collide, so as to minimize the possibility of the monster changing the direction of the collision.

So, he abandoned the fear in his heart, stared at the rushing monster bird, and silently waited for the opportunity.

"Defend Meow!" The slightly shrill cries of the pork chops rang out.

Although Gordon didn't understand its intentions, he still chose to trust his partner, and his body reacted before his brain even made a decision - the big sword was blocked in front of him, and the impact was resistant!

Just as there were only a few meters left between the Great Bird and Gordon, a small bomb barrel was thrown from the side, smashing precisely into the former's head.

"Boom!"

The big monster bird, which was already a little unstable due to its wild running, fell to the ground, and because Gordon stood up for the sword defense in time, the flying wood chips and flowing flames did not affect him.

"Well done pork chop!"

Gordon cheered, and just as he was about to raise his sword to recharge, the sharp burning pain from behind him made him feel strong.

The burns on the back may be worse than you think.

Looking at the big monster bird that was difficult to get up for a while, Gordon gritted his teeth a little unwillingly, but out of rational considerations, he still yelled: "Retreat for the time being!" ”

Before even the dyed jade could be thrown, the hunter and the cat burrowed into the jungle and withdrew from the battlefield.

(End of chapter)