I don't know if it was stimulated by the flash, or if it was the swordsman's astonishing aura.

The Ice Dragon was completely furious, and a trace of red light flashed in its blue-gold pupils.

Flailing its wings into the air, more sharp ice ridges emerge from its surface with a long, piercing roar.

Even the surrounding environment has become more severe as a result.

It took a deep breath, and a painful, chilling breath swept out again.

The swordsmanship master had intended to use the icicle walls that had not yet melted as cover to dodge the Ice Dragon's breath attacks.

However, the Ice Dragon's breath contained some special ingredients, and the moment it landed on those ice walls, the ice walls melted away, and did not hinder its attack in the slightest.

The master of swordsmanship was almost hit by strafing.

At the last moment, he flew to the ground, a frosty white breath brushing against his back.

Although he was not directly hit, the ultra-low temperature and freezing mist of the aftermath of his breath still attached a thick layer of frost ice to his armor.

Fortunately, the defense created by the Frostblade Ice Tooth Dragon material has a good cold resistance, and the old hunter is not severely frostbitten, but due to the frost and ice, his limbs inevitably become stiff, and his movements are much slower than usual.

At this time, if there is no companion to cover, the situation will become very dangerous in the face of the subsequent attack of the Ice Dragon, but fortunately, Hayatta arrived in time.

She lunged from the side, striding with the force of the charge, striking the side of the Ice Dragon's neck with a blow that didn't have any fancy slashes.

But the Ice Dragon was clearly not prepared to trade injuries for injuries with the hunters.

It spun around and leaped back with ease, dodging the immediate but powerful sword.

Immediately afterward, a breath erupted without any need to be prepared and without warning.

Gradually figuring out the rules of the Ice Dragon's movements, Hayata, who had already been prepared, slipped slightly sideways and avoided the blow.

The Ice Dragon immediately adjusted its angle and let out another breath.

Hayatta saw the cut in time to dodge the attack again, and at the same time slashed forward and landed a sword at the jaw of the Ice Dragon.

The flames that erupted from the blade of the Flying Dragon [Black Yao] burned the Ice Dragon's face, and although it didn't do much damage, it did irritate the Ice Dragon, who hated flames.

It subconsciously opened its beak and spewed out another mouthful.

It was almost the third breath of a close-fitting launch, without giving Hayatta any time to react.

However, just as the breath was fired, she just used a robe slash, and with the inertia of swinging her sword, she narrowly escaped the catastrophe.

This may seem like luck, but in real battles, luck is the most unreliable.

What really saved her was the habit of constantly adjusting her position in the attack.

Side-jumping, sliding, and using the inertia of sword moves.

Keeping the monster moving in various ways and making it impossible for the monster to find its position is the key to being able to entangle the monster at close range without being hit by the attack.

However, Hayatta at this time is not very comfortable.

She successfully flashed the breath, but the freezing air that filled with the breath took a big toll on her.

The protection of the ice-resistant suit kept her from frostbite in the aftermath, but her armor was once again covered with a layer of frost, and the cold seeped through the protection of the [Dragon] armor.

In extreme cold, the body becomes sluggish and the physical strength is depleted faster than usual.

If she continues like this, the situation will become more and more unfavorable to her, especially after the ice-resistant suit is damaged, it will be difficult for her to play "rubbing bullets" with the ice dragon like she did just now.

The Ice Dragon didn't know this, and the breath was dodged in a row, but it was hit twice by the opponent's attack, which made it angry.

It flapped its wings and retreated as it unleashed a large white mist of frozen gas, spitting out the frozen gas at the same time.

Detonating the freezing gas, it may sound strange.

The moment the breath came into contact with the white mist, the white mist, composed of supercooled water, instantly broke through the freezing point and turned into a large radial piece of ice, forcing the hunters back.

Hayatta did not rush to pursue, but seized the time and used the dispelling fruit to clear the frost on his body, and at the same time, the adjusted sword master also returned to the battlefield.

"Are you okay?" Hayatta asked quickly.

The swordsman, who was also dressed in an ice-resistant suit, nodded in response, "Be careful, it should be about to unleash some kind of powerful move." ”

The two sword envoys set up their swords together, ready to deal with the follow-up attack.

The Ice Dragon, which had been stretched for some distance, continued to wave its dragon wings, and a large area of cold mist condensed in the air on the ground.

The swordsmanship master stared at the inconspicuous white mist, his heart full of vigilance.

The mist reminded him of the explosive scales of the Flame King Dragon.

Although one of the two is ice and the other is fire, from the perspective of a hunter, there is not much difference, they are both barrels of bombs waiting to be detonated.

When the fog was dense to a certain extent, the Ice Dragon began to breathe again.

Only this time, the breath was not directed at the hunters, but in disorder, shooting in all directions.

In fact, compared to the straight breath and sweep that can predict the path, this kind of irregular, seemingly nonsense attack is the most troublesome for hunters.

The fog that is rubbed by the breath will immediately explode into a radial piece of solid ice, and the fog floating in the air will also turn into a huge ridge-like ice cube and crash down.

The sky fell, the ground grew, and there were sharp ice edges and ice cubes everywhere, and there was an extremely cold breath that would freeze if it was touched a little.

The clearing in the snowy forest suddenly turned into a hell of ice.

Even if both of them are excellent hunters with rich combat experience and close to the peak of their strength, they can only bury their heads and flee in embarrassment at this time.

The situation is becoming more and more dangerous.

The nerves of the two hunters were tense to the limit, and they did not dare to make a mistake, but no matter how cautious they were, they could not completely avoid the sharp ice chips that were scattered everywhere.

Purely designed to protect against the cold, the ice-resistant clothing, which is not made of sturdy material, began to appear to be damaged.

They will not be able to hold on.

At this moment, a flash of fire struck from a distance, and the moment it touched the body of the Ice Dragon, it exploded.

A golden-red burst of flames lit up the sky, and the ice dragon, which was swaying its breath wantonly, staggered a few steps and interrupted its attack.

The Ice Dragon turned in the direction of the attack, howling in anger.

However, it was greeted by a barrage of flaming shells.

The sleigh, led by a two-headed tooth hound, galloped out of the depths of the snow forest and onto the ice-covered battlefield.

The tooth hound drifted to a sudden stop, and on the slippery ice and snow, the sled overturned due to inertia, and Feng Ying took advantage of the situation to jump down from the sled.

"Whew!" With a thud, he rushed towards the Ice Dragon.

The pork chop sprang on all fours, and came to the frosty, frostbitten Hayata and the master of swordsmanship, and inserted a healing chimney.

After briefly checking for the two of them, and after confirming that there was no major problem, he took out two slime mold bombs, meowed, and rushed towards the ice dragon.

The roar of the Molten Mountain Dragon's ballista never stopped, and Anhil, who had come down from the sleigh early, lifted the heavy crossbow and walked around as he fired.

He stood in front of the two Hayatas, quickly replaced the new magazines, turned his head sideways and asked, "How's the situation at the stronghold?" ”

"The Wind Drifting Dragons have attacked Yuechen." Hayatta swallowed a secret elixir and said quickly, "They were driven by the Ice Dragon, and if you defeat the Ice Dragon, they should retreat." ”

"Sure enough." Anhill nodded, and the pace of the shot increased by two points.

Seeing that the other people from the silver side had rushed back, the swordsman breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll leave it to you here, and I'll go to the stronghold to support." ”

After saying that, the old hunter put away his weapon and hurried in the direction of the Yuechen stronghold.

As the sleigh tipped, Gordon lifted the frame that was pressing on him and punched Amber and Gale in the head.

Then he smiled and pulled down his armor, carried the big sword, and strode towards the Ice Dragon, which was entangled in Fengying and the pork chop.

"It's really good to run."

(End of chapter)