I just covet their strength

Chapter 72: Just playing with the sword
Sauerlan's figure turned into countless golden afterimages, covering the Scorched Wings.

The ultimate advanced combat skill of [Sword, Light, Sword and Shadow] - [Invincible Slash]!
Countless studies and hard training, countless difficult attempts, skills that break through the limits of mortals!
The extremely swift and violent slashes crazily attacked all parts of the dragon. In just an instant, Scorched Wings was harmed by thousands of sword blades.

Tear the obsidian dragon scales, cut through the flesh full of sulfur and fire, and insert into the gaps of the claws.
Even the real dragon, whose reaction was seven times that of a human, actually didn't react for a while. It wasn't until the pain came that he said in disbelief and angrily:

"Is this your response?! I originally planned to remember your name, but a rude and overbearing fanatic has no right to leave traces of his existence!"

The Scorched Wings fluttered and took off, whipping up a frenzied storm, and chanted dragon language quickly to buff themselves.

[Invincible Slash] Although it successfully broke through the Scorched Wings and caused pain to the legendary dragon, it was an insult at best and the actual damage was very limited.

Even if the legendary true dragon does nothing, its scales still have the permanent characteristic of [Strength Barrier]. Any physical blows, slashes and thrusts will have their power reduced by at least half.

On the other hand, the Dragon God's blessing [Disturbing Star] will reduce the damage of most spells.

This is why it is said that the legendary true dragon is extremely abnormal. It can handle both resistance and resistance for you. It is a pure wheelchair template.

The Scorched Wings fluttered away from the ruins, more because they wanted to express their anger without any scruples and avoid accidentally hurting the dragon of their own clan.

Sauron also had this idea, so he slowed down and fought with the Scorched Wings. The legendary strong man could already insult gravity and float freely in the air easily, but he couldn't do it as naturally as the giant dragon.

The two legends fought to the end of the molten sky, and every wave of the aftermath seemed to stir up the burning clouds - most of them were pillars of fire spewed by the Scorched Wings, and Sauron was more of a swimmer. hit.

This is almost not on the same level as fighting on the ground.

"The Sword Master profession relies entirely on [Invincible Slash] to support its success."

Westhead looked at the exaggerated battlefield where Sauerran and the Scorched Wings were fighting, and couldn't help but sigh.

In the legendary rank, the [Sword Master] profession is very mediocre, with a fragile body with high attack and low defense. If it weren't for magical skills like [Invincible Slash], it would have gone straight into the sewer.

"Brother, there is no time for you to sigh. If we don't take action, the dragon will soon overwhelm the resistance army."

Urda spoke without mercy to disturb Westhead's interest in watching.

The dragon executors who came with the Scorched Wings were massacring the resistance forces. Although the latter were already carefully selected elites, they were still struggling to support themselves under the dragons.

Even because of his contempt for the resistance army that lacked heavy weapons, the dragon did not even use its air superiority and landed on the ground and rampaged.

"That's right. Since Sauron Sword Master is already using his life to delay time, we also need to race against time."

Westhead reluctantly withdrew his gaze and focused on the battlefield at hand.

How much time Sauron can buy is really unknown. If he delays desperately regardless of the cost, it could be from twenty minutes to three or four hours. It just depends on whether the Scorched Wings are willing to spend the effort to kill Sauron quickly.

During this precious period of time, Lesia must kill as many dragons as possible and put the enemy's flesh, blood and soul into the [Dragon Soul Furnace] in exchange for the possibility of fighting against the Scorched Wings.

"Let's look for targets separately. Try to seriously injure the dragon first, and then Lesia will make up for the final kill."

"As you command, brother."

"Got it, Weiss."

After the "Initiation" of the Blood Sacrifice Ceremony, the strength of the three-person team is already the strongest in the Resistance Army except for the Sword Master. After all, their overall evaluation is probably comparable to the [Hero] level, and they have broken through the secret realm. Rank restrictions for trials.

Even the supermodel Yonglan Knight cannot compare with them in terms of actual combat power. Everyone in the team undoubtedly has the ability to kill the dragon alone.

The first one to take action was Urda. The white-blond girl directly aimed at the giant dragon that still occupied the high ground and glided to output its dragon breath.

He took out the sword from his waist and opened his lips lightly.

"【River of Clear Light】falls into light." "【River of Clear Light】clears the sky."

Swinging the sword blade at an extremely fast speed, dark purple and cyan sword light came instantly.

The former pulled the dragon's speed down instantly, while the latter cleanly tore apart the dragon's important muscles and joints, causing the dragon that had just brewed its breath to lose balance and fall.

In the direction of the dragon's fall, there was Lesia's dragon thunder spear that was constantly being restrained and thrown hard at the dragon.

"Whoosh-"

The pure dragon thunder passed by, and the light seemed to be taken away by the thunder. The spear that dealt eight times the real damage to the dragon was not a joke. It penetrated the body from the dragon's jaw, and the violent thunder greedily bitten the flesh and blood containing the essence. .

Seconds!

“A pleasing fit.”

Westhead glanced at Urda and Lesia's instant kill on the dragon, and couldn't help but admired it.

"I can't fall behind either."

Westhead took out the Odachi, which could only be held with both hands. The exaggerated length and weight were far out of the scope of conventional weapons, but it was very suitable for targeting a giant dragon.

The target he was looking for was the giant dragon with pitch-black scales that had just crushed a Yonglan knight.

There is no communication, and there is no need to doubt that there is only fighting between each other on the battlefield.

The walking black dragon was extremely fast, but it came to Westhead in a blink of an eye. When it raised its head, it wanted to crush the tiny human to death with its huge size.

This is one of the most common methods used by dragons to kill humans, and it has almost become an instinct without thinking.

Therefore, dragon slayers who specialize in dragon hunting naturally have ways to deal with it.

At the moment when the black dragon raised its long head and was about to press down, Westhead lowered his knees and turned his back to the dragon, sheathing the sword.

Then the sword was drawn out at the moment when the black dragon pressed down heavily.

"Zheng——"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision, Westhead slid back in an arc and slashed at the same time. The swift sword light hit the black dragon's face. Because he could not cut through the dragon scales cleanly, the big dragon's scales were too large. The sword's slash was more like a blow from a blunt instrument, causing the black dragon's brain to rumble.

See you! Take the knife in reverse! Oiai!

Next up is... ascend the dragon!

Taking advantage of the moment when the dragon's movements stopped, Westhead sprinted forward and thrust the tip of the knife into the front of the dragon's head.

Then using this as a fulcrum, he leaped high into the air and rushed directly to the top of the black dragon.

At this time, the black dragon, which had recovered from the dizzy state, instinctively wanted to raise its head, and at this moment, Westhead had already fallen on the top of the dragon's head.

"Pfft-"

Real power was exerted on this stabbing blow, and the Odachi penetrated directly through the most fragile part of the black dragon's scales, stirring his brain.

"Roar--"

Painful wails and roars resounded from the black dragon's mouth, and the latter shook its head wildly and retreated continuously, as if crazy.

Cool! It’s even better than Shejing!
(End of this chapter)