"It's beautiful." Someone whispered in Chen Mo's ear.

The flesh and metal blade continued to leap and swing in the air, its heartbeat grew louder and louder, like the violence that had been dormant in it gradually awakening, Aram Cain Hurst's technique was strange and beautiful, his dragon body danced with the weapon, it seemed that it was not he wielding the giant blade, but the hilt driving his body.

The serrations covered with red silk continue to leave hideous wounds on the scales of the white dragon, the flesh and blood at the wound exude black gas, the dragon genes spawned, a special cell similar to a nanomachine tries to repair these wounds, the cells that divide and regenerate continue to die, and the necrotic cells continue to divide after being cleared, until the weird black gas is clear and clean before it can truly heal.

Pure-blooded dragons may be the most tenacious creatures in the world, but some people have exhausted their viciousness, wisdom, strength, and even life just to kill these almost immortal dragons, and the white dragon is far from repairing its body as fast as it can do the damage it receives, and it has gradually weakened, and the blood in the last orphan of Cain Hurst has become stronger and stronger.

If the dragon slayers who have left their names in the history of the secret party exchange dragon slaying techniques across time, everyone's experience may be different, but one thing is roughly the same--- to wipe out the dragon's vitality as quickly as possible, in other words, to end the battle as soon as possible.

Not only because the vitality of the --- dragon clan is unimaginable for humans as ants, non-fatal injuries can be recovered as long as they are instantaneous, even if the brain, heart and other vital organs are severely damaged, they can also maintain their life and combat effectiveness in a short time, and even after the complete death of the body, the spirit can escape through the eggs (or cocoons) prepared in advance.

As for the dragon slayers who are half-dragons, most of them will use means such as violent blood and alchemy potions to upgrade their abilities to the abnormal category to smooth out the strength gap with dragons.

This boost is often time-limited, how to kill dragons efficiently in an effective amount of time? We may have heard the saying that doctors often know best how to kill people, because they know the anatomy of the human body best.

Aside from the dragons themselves, the people who know their bodies best must be these half-bloods who see them as mortal enemies.

The brain, which is the first nervous system and the first energy supply system, the giant vertebral nerve nodes of the second nervous system, the spine with the richest nerves, and the heart that supplies energy and blood, these knowledge of the body structure of dragons are the most powerful arm of dragon slayers.

But Aran Cainhurst's dragon slaying technique was completely different, from a distance, his body was burning with blood flames, this kind of blood-colored flame that belonged to the kryptonite flow at a glance actually burned more and more vigorously on his body, and the breath of the white dragon was weakened very much.

His strange weapon seemed to steal the life force of the dragon and feed back to the user, by this time Aran was able to easily suppress the white dragon, but the dragon's tenacity and ferocity prevented him from finding the time to launch a fatal blow, so he continued to patiently consume the white dragon's flesh and blood.

"It's hard to imagine such a blood stealer." A voice sighed softly in Chen Mo's ear: "He stole the power of the Black Emperor, and that kind of extreme violence even many of his fellow clans did not dare to touch easily, but humans did it." ”

"And that weapon, although it can't be compared to the bronze and flame kings in terms of technique, but in some ways it can't be done by kings."

"If it weren't for the fact that you personally transformed the Holy Grail I put down, it is really hard to imagine that human beings can deduce the technology of 'alchemy' to such an extreme."

"When the Black Emperor fell, I saw you weak races, and I imagined that maybe one day my race would decline, and it might be you small, tenacious but intelligent races that would rule the world."

Chen Mo raised his eyes and looked at the expressions of the people around him, this male and female voice was the same as before, only he could hear it.

The strange voice had an inexplicable meaning in it, and it reached Chen Mo's ears, with the loneliness of witnessing the decline and rise of the race alone, he used the word "blood stealer" that sounded a little insulting, but it didn't seem to mean anger, just sighed.

He looked at the dragon-slaying battlefield in the distance and asked softly, "Can your dragon withstand it?" ”

Chen Mo didn't like this tone, it sounded high-minded, as if the half-breed race was going from generation to generation, and what he got at the cost of human life and time was only worthy of his sigh.

The people in the distance somehow heard the inquiry and immediately responded.

"You seem to be a little upset, is it because of my attitude?" The voice did not speak in an inquiring tone.

"That's the fact, the dragon is the darling of the world, the rules of our hands can be kneaded wantonly, our blood and soul will never decay, you stole the blood of our race, but all you can get is a slightest, the human being's extremely weak 'spirit' makes you destined to have only one spell at the same time, you don't understand the rules of the spell, you can only prostrate in its brilliance and continue to sing."

In the distance, the majesty of 'Georges Laurent' suddenly became majestic and bright, and the white dragon covered in wounds roared in the sky, and Cain Hurst did not shake his feet to stand in front of the enemy's spell when he taught his children to hunt dragons, and Aram leaped high and slashed at the white dragon's throat with a giant blade.

The intricate syllables of the dragon's roar were mixed in, the realm was in full bloom, and dozens of times the gravity pressed on everyone nearby!

Word Spirit: King's Power!

Jumping in the air, Aran fell like the ground, the sudden increase in gravity directly changed the force structure of his whole body, the giant blade was slammed into the ground, he held the handle of the knife with both hands to support his body, the scales were like waves, the muscles were like the slow rhythm of the sea to counteract gravity, and the heartbeat sound from the blade suddenly became extremely difficult and heavy, as if he was trying his best to beat against something.

August barely managed to stand with his terrifying physique, and the next second he was knocked out by the claw of the unaffected Deadpool, and the strength of his bear-like body allowed him to hold the dagger in front of him in time, or his intestines would have spilled out as he flew out.

Almost at the same time as gravity overwhelmed him, the spirit of words compressed into a syllable spat out of the mouth of the commissioner with the "vortex", and the two deadpools who deceived themselves were blasted out by the bombs of the water, but the vortex evoked by the spirit was not blocked by the Deadpool in front of him, but another black, long-haired commissioner who evoked the fog like an ancient witch sacrifice.

Fortunately, the tragedy did not happen, and the large-caliber alchemy bullet flew out in time and exploded the head of a Deadpool waiting for the opportunity.

Of the few people who provided fire support outside of the distant realm, the ones that seemed to be the least affected were Fingal and Patsy Gattuso, who were pestering Deadpool.

No one knew how the power of the bronze throne's augmentation would be offset by the gravity multiplied by the king's power, but the muscular bulging, bronze-complexed, granite-hard man still faced the dragon-shaped corpse, and he dodged the sweeping sharp tailbone and stabbed it into its spine, the intensity of the transparent spinal fluid splattering outward, making it doubtful that the concocted puppet was on the side of life and death.

The other person's whole body was stunned after encountering the royal power, and the first attack he suffered was blocked by Fingal on the side, and then Patsy's whole person changed completely, his body fell down, and he walked beside the corpse guard with strange steps, not at all like before, sharing the pressure of facing the dragon-shaped corpse guard like before.

Fingal immediately understood what he meant, brandishing his machete and grappling with the corpse guard, even though there was only one person in front of him, and the big guy still didn't dare to attack rashly under the pressure of his great size.

If Fingal was the first knife to be wielded by a swordsman with one hand, then Parsi was the second knife to be hidden, and Passy's wind-wound Augustus was so sharp that this gentleman's sword kept the dragon-shaped corpse in constant fear.

But the scene is still tilting towards the dragons, half of Deadpool is separated and pounces on Noel Watt and Uncle Bono, who were comfortably suppressing the fire before, the wounds on the white dragon's body began to heal without further attacks, and it is unknown whether Aran can withstand the pressure of the pure-blood dragons under the influence of gravity.

"I turned over the heads of those blood stealers who have become squires, you seem to think that the spirit of words is relied on to fight with my clan, but you don't know the rules of the spell, you don't understand the dragon script, you only blindly release the effect, it's really stupid and ridiculous, it makes me wonder how you hunted so many of my kindred."

Chen Mo smiled: "It seems that you didn't turn over the head of the gentleman you possessed now, you can't turn over things, right?" It seems that Laurent has also done a good job in the study of spiritual theory. ”

The voice in his ears fell silent.

Chen Mo hooked his lips happily.