When he found that many small things had broken into his lair, the thunder dragon, who felt that he had been fooled, raised his head to the sky and let out a roar.

Its attention finally turned away from the flames.

Realizing this, Blaze and the others rushed into the air with the traction of the flying insects, risking a strong attack.

Spiral sprints, axe jumps, and air blades

A series of attacks landed on the Thunder Dragon, who rolled up and took the hunters' attack with its soft thorny, fleshy back.

Then, its juggling body unfolded like a spring, its long finned claws and long tail swept across the hunters, knocking the hunters down.

In order to get rid of the entanglement of the hunters, the Thunder God Dragon soared into the air and flew towards the location of the central basin of the Dragon Palace Ancient City.

"Chase!"

The ugly-faced Flame and the others pursued at full speed.

On the other side, the craftsmen and villagers obeyed the instructions of the village chief of Fuxian and retreated in a hurry and order.

Asking ordinary people to stay calm, not panic, and listen to commands in the face of an incoming monster may sound easy, but it is actually very difficult.

Most ordinary people, when faced with death threats, will inevitably fall into chaos.

Fortunately, these villagers are all "elites" who have experienced several baptisms of the Hundred Dragons at night, and it is too difficult for them to fight with large monsters with weapons, but it is still possible to maintain basic calm.

However, it seems that there is some time to do so.

The area of the isolated island is not large, and it is almost a blink of an eye to rush back at the speed of the Thunder God Dragon.

At this time, before the twenty or thirty craftsmen and villagers could completely retreat into the corridor leading to the outskirts of the island, the Thunder God Dragon had already roared angrily and swooped down.

The orange-yellow thorns that covered almost its entire back, or its tentacles, shone with golden thunder.

Countless large and small stones rose into the air.

Gordon and the others, who were installing mortars in front of the castle tower, were too far away to support, and seeing that the Thunder God Dragon was about to rush into the crowd, the two rapid-fire cannons opened fire.

Maca and Ozura each operate a rapid-fire cannon, and the crosshair locks onto the swooping Thor, and the chain of fire formed by the miniature cannonballs whips and shoots at the dragon.

Now was not the time to save ammo, and in a matter of seconds, they had emptied a drum.

The Thunder God Dragon roared in pain.

The power of each shell of the rapid-fire cannon may only be painless, but with the blessing of the amazing rate of fire, this round of attacks is remarkable.

I remember the previous reminder from the scholar Issa, and the Maca women deliberately took care of the huge soft gland in the belly of the Thunder God Dragon.

Thick ancient dragon blood oozed from the fine blood pits caused by rapid-fire cannon shells, and the bloodstained appearance made the thunder dragon look slightly embarrassed.

Perhaps because of the critical injury, the thunder dragon in the dive had a momentary stiffness, and it failed to adjust its posture in time and rushed into the crowd.

But for a powerful ancient dragon, a physical attack is not the most dangerous.

Dazzling lightning condensed in its finned front paws, and as it swooped to the ground, its claws slammed into the ground, and several rings of solidified thunder that seemed to be made of liquid gold spread inexorably in all directions.

"That's it!" Gail, who was next to the mortar cannon, lifted his visor and exclaimed, "That's the thunder ring!" What the hell is going on with this attack?! Energy? Liquid? Gas?

What about those villagers!? They don't have insects! ”

"Don't talk nonsense! Hurry up the installation! Anhill scolded without raising his head: "We can't hurry up to help over there, hurry up and install and fix the dragon breaking cannon now!" ”

Hayatta didn't look nervous, but comforted her, "There's Master Fuxian over there, it's definitely no problem." ”

Those who had not seen Fuxian's move could not understand where her confidence came from, and Gail looked worriedly at the villagers who had not yet had time to retreat into the narrow corridor.

It was previously mentioned in the intel that the Thunder Dragon's Thunder Ring attack would "spread slowly".

But this "slowness" is compared to breathing, the actual spread speed of the thunder ring is not much slower than when humans run at full strength, and before the villagers all retreat into the corridor, someone will definitely be affected by the thunder ring.

At this moment, the villagers crowded at the Yongdao crossing couldn't help but start panicking, they had been fighting, but it didn't mean that they could ignore death.

"Calm down!" Fuxian's roar is full of anger, and it can be heard clearly even from a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Retreat in an orderly manner, the old man here will deal with it!"

Fuxian quickly came to the diffuse thunder ring and the villagers, looking at the still majestic back of the village chief, the villagers' mood immediately stabilized.

In their eyes, as long as there is the village chief of Fuxian, no danger is a problem!

"Whew-"

Fuxian exhaled a breath of turbidity, slowly pulled out the big knife behind him, and stood in the "eight-phase posture", the whole person was as calm as a mountain.

A majestic fighting spirit ignited from his body, and the qi blade that emerged from the blade of the sword was so solid that it seemed to be crimson glass.

Feeling the momentum of wanton release, Gordon, who was helping Huo Narrow to tighten the bolts, couldn't help but look up and look this way.

He couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, "**?!" What's going on with that air blade, he hasn't moved it before, it's a red blade when he draws a knife?! ”

Ayata's eyes were shining, "That's the momentum of Master Fuxian!" ”

"Why can't you draw a red blade?"

"Because people are masters!" Hayatta replied angrily, "Look! Master Fugen is about to make a move! ”

Facing the thunder ring that spread in front of him, Master Fuxian roared and slashed down the sword with a blow that had no fancy robe.

"Slash!"

The sword light flashed away.

Passing through the blade, a conspicuous gap appeared on the thunder ring, and the integrity was destroyed, and the entire thunder ring shattered like a soap bubble punctured by a needle.

“***！ Cattle*! Gail's eyes widened, and he shouted a surprising amount of praise in his mouth, "Why don't we go directly, we think that old man can slaughter the Thunder God Dragon alone."

"Sooner or later, Uncle Ben can do that!"

"Less nonsense! Install it now! It's just a little bit closer! Anhill scolded, and only he and Huosa were the most attentive here, always remembering what they were doing.

Under the cover of Fuxian, the villagers finally retreated into Yongdao safely.

He turned back to the villagers and shouted, "Hurry back to the boat, sail away from the island, and come back when the thunder over the island has dissipated!" ”

"Yes!"

With that, Fugen turned his gaze back and raised his head with his sword to stare at the thunder dragon coiled in the air in front of him.

At that moment, a figure jumped down beside him.

Wrapped in pitch-black armor, and even her face was tightly covered by a black scarf, Ai Lu hugged her arms, "We're not young anymore."

It's just an ancient dragon, and it's okay to give it to young people. ”

"Ha, Winter Wind!"

Fuxian's tiger-like face had a bloody and arrogant smile, "Haven't the young people rushed back yet, and it's okay to make a big fuss first while no one cares, right?" ”

After that, without waiting for the hunting partner to respond, in a "bright flame", Fuxian rushed to the Thunder God Dragon alone with a sword.

Winter Wind sighed and flung out a few shurikens with a wave of his claws.

"After so many years, I still can't take you to meow."

(End of chapter)