The structure of the Dragonlord's palace is derived from the souls of those French half-bloods, and the huge skeleton "grows" on its own under the guidance of the spirit, and an architectural marvel is built under the ice.

But this space is not designed by humans, and the dragon servants have renovated several halls to build a long hall that is large enough to welcome "guests", and the ultimate goal is only to leave the next generation of the next generation with no need to be tied.

When the jade moon wheel slashed through the air, the sword stained with the blood of the corpse guard dragon split the bullet, and the blood beads also waved and scattered in all directions, colliding and splattering on the pure white ground and walls, and the blood flowers were bewitching and beautiful.

The white dragon's bone wings are unfolded, the dragon's body is suspended, the musculoskeletal limbs are visibly wriggling and turning, and the left and right arms are transformed in the direction of human beings while forming a force structure in human biological imagination, which is an adaptive reinforcement of the use of weapons.

The changes in the hind limbs are much more subtle, compared to the original limbs that tend to be more like the limbs of the beast, after the transformation, they have not become the legs that tend to be like the arms, and the knees that can be reflexed retain the explosive power of instantaneous acceleration at the same time, so that the lower limbs have enough stability and force points when the upper body drives the weapon.

Compared to the four-limbed dragons in fantasy works, the things in front of you are more like some kind of biological weapons, biological weapons that can adapt their bodies according to the battlefield situation.

No one stopped the process, and from the moment the large-caliber alchemy bullet, which reached a speed of more than a kilometer per second, was cut in half by a sharp bone sword, a cruel truth was pressed on people's hearts.

The alchemy bullet spewed out by gunpowder has basically lost its effect after this dragon actively shrinks its body and reduces the area of the hit, and the bullet that is cut in half will not even take effect on the alchemy rune on it, and all it can do is to make him swing a sword.

Bono immediately approached Aram Cain Hurst, the blood-drinking dragon hunter didn't know how many ribs were broken when he blocked the dragon's palm with a giant blade, and the internal organs were injured after suffering a cannonball-like impact was also a given, and the uncle could see the red silk on the blade burrowing into Arran's stomach through the skin, and for a moment he wondered if this thing was repairing his injuries or taking the opportunity to drink dragon's blood.

The sub-species in front of them was very different from what they had seen before, most of the time the dragons they hunted were weak, and some dragons were too crazy, and few of them had mature combat skills and the ability to release words.

"We may die here today, this place is so weird, if it weren't for George being locked up here, Lao Tzu wouldn't have come to kill him." He stared at the silent dragons in the distance, and there was a kind of poor artist's anguish on his face.

"It's not necessarily us who die first." Aram's hand gently stroked the "fresh" weapon:

"The dragon's heart is immortal, and the boiling blood is still warm."

"You remember the family motto." Uncle sighed softly, "But you are the only one left in Cain Hurst, and no one will remember this after you die." ”

"So you have to live." He whispered a warning to the masked man, but his eyes did not shift for a moment from the source of the increasingly heavy dragon power on the field.

I don't know when the spiritual oppression was enough to make the half-blooded with thin dragon blood faint, but at this time, the blood stealer who could be called a threat in the eyes of the white dragon was not affected in the slightest.

The current field is quite favorable for this dragon, and despite the numerical disadvantage, there are only a few people who can be called a threat to him.

One against four.

The best way to deal with group combat is undoubtedly to divide the battlefield and transform one-to-many into many one-on-one duels, although it is advantageous in terms of both speech and physical ability, but trying to be attacked in melee combat is also purely an act of seeking death.

His vertical pupils glanced vaguely at some long-lost "thief", perhaps someone's sacrifice? This half-breed is in a strange state now, the spirit seems to be a little unstable, if you count the unknown authority, he must be the most threatening of all, whether to deal with the three jackals first or wake up the cheetah, this choice does not seem to be difficult to make.

Look at the end of the strong crossbow after the two people who were holding together and the other who killed the corpse.

Persimmon should be picked soft pinch.

He did it.

The moment the dragon made a move, most of the people who stared at him could only see a vague afterimage in their eyes, and in the eyes of Bono, the only one who could recognize the movement, the white dragon dragged the sword away, his right leg was the first to leave the ground, and his thigh and calf collapsed like a pressed spring, turning into a white horse and shooting out, crashing into himself.

"Damn."

This is a phrase that pops into the mind of the unlucky uncle.

No one knew exactly how the white dragon picked the first person to make a move, but under the gaze of the onlookers, the impact that was so fast that it almost disappeared was delicately blocked.

From acceleration to stopping, the terrifying spirit called the Bronze Throne provides blessings to the dragon's body, this spirit can make the muscles of the half-breed to the point of breaking bones, and naturally it can also provide extreme power to the dragons, and the hard dragon bones are enough to withstand "small side effects", but the blade that roars fiercely is hit by the thin sword in Bono's hand.

If you play it back frame by frame with a high-powered camera, you can see that Bono also moved at the same time as the dragon left the ground, and he raised his thin sword between the wind pressure explosion, and when the distance between the dragon and the man was shortened to a few feet, the gorgeous short sword happened to slash at a certain point of the white blade, and the surging power like a turbulent flow was blocked in the river, and the deadly attack was slashed by Bono first.

Bono's movements were smooth, the timing and direction of the sword were extremely accurate, and there was no ineffective action, but if there was any mistake, the end would be a cut in two.

Demos of this deterioration of the thrilling scene are often found in the kendo halls of Kassel, sometimes when a skilled master is instructing a newcomer to the game, and his keen eye allows them to spot the weak points of the opponent's moves, as the enemy's sword skills have been practiced tens of thousands of times in their own hands.

The same scene will happen when a certain headmaster comes to the kendo gym to exercise his body, even if he does not release the spirit of words, the so-called "master" in front of him is just a boy wielding a wooden stick in the eyes of Ange, slow enough to allow him to easily grasp the weakness and break the move, which is not only the difference in skill, but also the gap in quality.

However, the second-generation transformation dragon body should surpass any half-breed in terms of physical ability, and the swordsmanship used by this strange body was probably the first time for any human to witness it, but his attack was interrupted.

"Force?" The white dragon roared, the gold in his eyes slowly flowed, like flowing molten gold, he was surprised by the incredible scene in front of him, he hadn't heard similar rumors, but that in the dragon world a long time ago, it was only humans who defused his slash now.

Bono's body rose and fell with his breathing, he adjusted his posture to minimize his "eyes", and a few seconds ago, even if he blocked the slash at the best "eye", the overwhelming force still made his mouth tingle, and death almost passed him.

Maybe this damn sub-breed picked a hard stubble.