As Hayatta forced the dragon back against her robe, she leaped backwards.

She swept her eyes back to Gordon.

Gordon tilted his head towards her and motioned for her to come, and Hayatta gave up on continuing to entangle with the dragon in front of her, sheathed her sword, and ran to Gordon's side.

The Spotted Vulture Swiftlocosaurus, which had been grappling with her before, tried to pursue, but several successive flame bullets struck it from a distance, landing on its head and face, and pressed it back in the flames.

Anhill continued to fire and suppress as he loudly conveyed the information he had confirmed these days to Gordon and the others.

"They don't like light, but I've used flashbang sonic booms so many times that they're used to them and don't do much."

Switching to a new magazine, Anhill continued: "They are very fast, they must not be greedy, and be careful of the spines that shoot after flicking their tails.

Their dynamic vision is very exaggerated, and they can even avoid crossbows when they are far enough away, but their static vision is relatively average and insensitive to stationary objects. ”

After saying this, Anhill had already approached the mid-range position of only twenty or thirty meters away from the Bald Swift Dragon.

This distance can be jumped by the Swift Dragon with a casual jump, but this is also the range with the highest accuracy and the greatest power of the crossbow.

Anhill carried a heavy ballista, its muzzle spitting flames.

Beneath the torn helmet visor, his smile was a little intimidating.

"Let's continue the original solo fight."

The other side.

Gordon, who was battling another swift dragon, didn't quite understand at first what it meant to be "insensitive to stationary things".

It wasn't until Hayatta ran to support him that he really understood the meaning of the phrase.

At that time, he was using his great sword to unload the claw attack of the Swift Dragon, and at the moment when the latter revealed his flaws, he entered a charging stance, preparing to increase the power of the next attack through a short charge of power.

At that moment, Hayatta sped past him, making a detour to the side of the dragon.

The dragon's gaze was immediately drawn to the running Hayata, and then his face was filled with Gordon's three-stage charged slash.

Although it's not a strong accumulation, it's just the most basic charging slash, but the attack effect is unexpectedly good.

The head of the dragon was not covered by sturdy scale armor, and the blade of the Fire Dragon Huang Sword easily broke through the protection of hair and skin, cutting a deep wound on the side of the dragon's face.

At the same time, high-temperature flames erupted from the blade, scorching the wound to black.

"Quack!"

The Swiftloon was further fueled by the pain, opening its beak and biting at the hunter in front of it.

Gordon rolled backwards and dodged, rising to his feet as he picked up his greatsword and slashed upward, the blade of which slammed into the jaw of the chasing dragon.

The dragon's beak, which resembled that of a falcon or other birds of prey, was so hard that the sword did no real damage, but the flames that wrapped around the blade ignited a large area of black hair.

Gordon felt that if he slashed a few more times, the swiftloon would be bald.

Hayatta had already come to the side and rear of the Swift Dragon at this time, and the monster's attention was completely pulled by Gordon from the front, and she naturally would not let go of such an excellent attack window.

Draw the knife and slash, slash, stab and pick and slash, in a series of attacks, the sword momentum condenses, and the air blade slash erupts.

When the set of sword moves was over, her momentum began to climb.

The dozens of swords that erupted in just a few seconds, as well as the strong electricity attached to the attack, made the Swift Dragon suffer a lot of pain, and it twisted its body with all its limbs, and turned to counterattack with the swing of its blades.

Hayata, who was launching a new round of offensive, saw it in time, and while fighting back, his momentum rose again.

Gordon's scalp tingled when he saw it, and if he continued like this, this guy should be fanatical again.

"Hayata! Get ready to run to me! Gordon reminded loudly as he began to build up his strength.

Halfata, who was already a little hot-blooded, blinked, sobered a little, and noticed Gordon's movements, and she roughly understood the latter's plan.

- Since the dragon is more sensitive to things that move, take advantage of that.

Gordon kept changing his stance, and Hayatta suddenly sheathed her sword and ran around the dragon.

The dragon's gaze was fixed on the sprinting Hayata, and at the same time he turned his body, ready to return the color.

As the body and gaze turned, the charged Gordon also entered its field of vision.

But just as the items that were quietly placed at hand were easy to ignore, the Swift Dragon, whose attention was all focused on Hayatta, subconsciously ignored Gordon, who seemed to be motionless.

Its head was about to enter the range of the Fire Dragon Sword.

"Drink!"

Gordon let out a low snort, unleashing the True Charge Slash, which had accumulated its power to its peak.

It wasn't until Gordon swung his great sword that the dragon, who turned his head, noticed that there was still a person standing next to his head, and it wanted to shrink back, but it was too late.

The Fire Dragon Sword swung as Gordon rolled over and leaped, slashing at the dragon's head in the midst of the blazing flames.

"Tear up, bang!" Two voices rang out one after the other.

The first was the sound of a heavy blade slicing into flesh and bones, and the second was the muffled sound of a dragon's jaw being smashed to the ground.

The dragon fell to the ground with a miserable howl.

The sword just now not only tore its scalp, but the force carried by the heavy sword body even passed through the skull, smashing the strength of its body.

Looking at the huge head writhing in front of him, Gordon bared his teeth, picked up the Fire Dragon Huang Sword again, and began to charge his strength.

Hayatta also found a place that would not interfere with Gordon's movements, and swung the sword widely.

Even Feng Ying, who had been on guard around and was forced to watch under Gordon's order, quietly came over, secretly picked up the sword, and chopped the tip of the dragon's tail.

I have a dream, that is

Let me save a red shield first.

The dragon was well balanced, and he got up slightly faster than Gordon had expected.

So he slowed down the timing of the release of the True Charge Slash slightly, and waited until the moment when the Swift Dragon shook his head and was about to get up, and then slashed the big sword.

The dragon, whose mind had not yet fully regained consciousness, was once again cut to the ground.

This kind of scene, which hunters call "locks", often appears on such monsters with weak head defenses.

This is one of the main reasons why explosive weapons such as greatswords are popular with many hunters.

Once the lock is successful, it usually means that the monster has been completely suppressed.

Hayata's eyes were already red, and the swords on the back of the dragon in front of her were already full of marks, and her swinging speed was still accelerating.

Gordon flicked his arm, ready to slash again.

Feng Ying's little face turned red to the ground, and she excitedly began the "gymnastics" that the shield axemen loved and hated.

- The preparation for the super-solution is about to be ready, hugging Master Gordon's thigh, the final blow must be mine!

When Gordon's True Charged Slash fell again, a huge crack was cut open in the dragon's hard skull.

No creature can withstand such a blow, not even the most vigorous Wyvern species.

The embarrassed Swiftloon twitched twice as violently as if he had been electrocuted, and his breath visibly weakened.

"Master! Master! Let me! ”

Feng Ying waved the sparkling lightning giant axe in her hand and rushed over with a cheer.

Looking at Feng Ying's childish behavior, Gordon pulled out his big sword a little helplessly and stepped aside.

"Solution! It"

Just as Feng Ying shouted the widely circulated "incantation" of the shield axe, ready to swing the axe blade and deliver the final blow to the pitch-black giant beast in front of him.

A piercing grenade grazed the ground and shot into the dragon's gaping beak before exploding.

The red light of life completely dimmed from Xunlong's eyes.

In the distance, Anhill, who had placed the cannon [Fierce Bird] on the corpse of another Swiftloon, took his eyes off the scope.

"It's a pity that the final blow is mine."

Feng Ying: "."

(I'll give my dad a birthday in the evening, and I'll watch two more today.)

(End of chapter)