"Roar!" the red dragon roared angrily, looking at the dragon claws that were strangling his neck, lowered his head, opened his mouth full of sharp dragon teeth, and bit down.
"Pfft!" Hot dragon blood sprayed out from the mouth of the red dragon.
"How is that possible?" Red Dragon Outlets, whose mouth was bleeding, looked at the place where he just bit his teeth. The golden light was still shining on it, and not even a single tooth mark was left.
"It shouldn't be like this!" He tried his best, but didn't even bite the opponent's scales. Instead, he shattered several of his own dragon teeth and showed an incredibly dull look on his face.
"Even if you are the descendant of the Dragon King, your dragon scales cannot be so strong. Why can't I bite them?"
"Because you are too weak!" One of Muria's two strong front paws was clasped around its thick neck, and the other paw fiercely whipped towards its head.
Several blood-stained dragon teeth and several fine dragon scales flew out. The Red Dragon Outlet's mouth was twisted by Muria's claw, and the lower jaw was deformed and almost broken.
This old red dragon tried its best to bite Muria's scale armor, not because his dragon scale defense was already so strong, but because of his tenth exclusive weapon, or armor - the Holy
Yao Huangyuan.
The armor, which was made from a mixture of more than ten legendary metals, was fused with Muria's blood and soul, giving it life and almost becoming a part of his body.
This is the first time Muria has shown her dragon form after successfully forging ten exclusive weapons.
As soon as it was revealed, Muria felt something was wrong. Sheng Yao Huang Yuan appeared with his dragon body. Without his deliberate drive, it was natural and seemed to be a part of his dragon body.
Sheng Yao Huang Yuan is merging with his dragon scales!
Therefore, he has this kind of defense that is almost like cheating.
Among the five colored dragons, the red dragon, the strongest at the same level, could not bite him even with all his strength.
"Surrender or die!"
Mu Ruiya's dazzling golden dragon eyes stared at the Red Dragon Outlet, which had no intact part on its body. The power of the pale golden dragon seemed to spread out from the body, pressing down on it.
"..." The red dragon was silent. Now that it had been tortured to pieces by Muria, it finally realized how ridiculous the idea it had just thought was. To capture a descendant of the first-generation Dragon King alive? If it doesn't work, just kill it directly?
What a ridiculous idea. At this moment, Scarlet Wings Outlets felt a kind of despair, a kind of despair that comes from the crushing of blood. Even if they fight hard, they can't catch up with this innate blood gap. Moreover,
This gap will slowly widen as time goes by.
"Oh, are you still hesitating?" Muria grabbed the red dragon's head with his front paws and smashed it into the gravel-strewn hill. "I'll give you a little more time to think about it, and I'll take care of it."
After the group of green dragons, I will ask you again, and I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer by then."
"Take care of those green dragons?" The red gold dragon pupils on the side of Red Dragon Outlet's head were molten like lava, and he looked at the giant golden dragon with a claw on his head in amazement.
"What do you want to do?"
"I lost a group of dragons, a big group, and now that I met you, I will temporarily replace them." Muria looked at the group of green dragons above Varianti.
"You want them to surrender to you? It's impossible. They are the subordinates of the legendary ancient green dragon, Ysera, the Emerald Mother."
"Legendary ancient dragon!" Muria narrowed his eyes, stretched out his strong dragon claws, and then a thirty-meter-long heavy sword with mysterious ancient divine inscriptions engraved on the sword appeared in his claws.
Then, Muria held the Demon Sword, and under the frightened gaze of the old red dragon, stabbed it into its heart with one sword.
Ang! A shrill, high-pitched dragon roar filled with endless pain sounded. The red dragon, whose heart was pierced by the Demon Sword, let out a hoarse scream and then collapsed on the ground. The hot dragon blood dyed the Demon Sword red.
Then, its pair of dragon wings drooped down and lay softly on the ground.
"This is to prevent you from escaping." Muria looked at the red dragon who was in great pain after his sword pierced the heart, and said calmly, "If you had surrendered to me just now, you wouldn't have suffered this kind of pain."
The heart of a soul-level dragon is no longer its vital point. Even if the heart is destroyed, as long as it is not dead, it can still grow and recover. However, the heart is no longer its vital point, which is one of its weaknesses. The dragon's heart is still the dragon's heart.
The most important concentration point of strength in the body.
"You..." The red dragon looked at Muria angrily, with obvious weakness on his body. Its dragon body was pierced, but not a drop of dragon blood was spilled, because all the blood was inserted into
The sword on its body was absorbed, and the sword was devouring its power.
"Think carefully." Muria stood up, let go of the red dragon, spread his wings, and flew into the sky. With the Demon Sword suppressing him, Muria was worried that it could escape. As his exclusive weapon, this sword
It's like a part of him.
But, at this moment, Muria's huge and majestic golden dragon body paused in the air. Then, countless moon-white ropes emerged in the void, wrapping around him one after another in an attempt to restrain his body.
Muria, who was suddenly restrained, did not show any panic on his face, as if he had expected this scene. His eyes were full of indifference: "It's good, I didn't abandon this dragon, but I just overestimated my capabilities."
."
Muria's dragon head shifted slightly and looked downward. With just such a small movement, several moon-white ropes wrapped around her body were broken.
Below, a nearly five-meter-tall werewolf stood on the back of the red dragon. A pair of wolf claws stretched out to the hilt of the Demon Sword, which was inserted into the red dragon's body in an attempt to grasp the sword and pull it out.
, let this red dragon escape from trouble.
But just when the werewolf's claws were close to the hilt of the sword, golden thunder burst out from it and struck it. The hot dragon flames ignited and burned away the hair on the werewolf's claws. The werewolf's soul was
There was a very obvious look of pain on his face, but he held it back and remained silent.
A pair of charred wolf claws clutched at the hilt of the sword persistently. Under the burning of golden thunder and dragon flames, the flesh and blood of his claws began to die and turned into carbon-like matter and fell off.
Then the white bones shining with metallic luster were exposed, and then quickly turned black. But at least they were able to withstand the burning of dragon flames and the blows of golden thunder.
"As expected of a werewolf, he looks so much like a wolf." Seeing a pair of werewolves whose claws had turned into blackened bones and still refused to give up, Muria praised him, then moved his body slightly, and all the ropes that bound him collapsed.
Broken, turned into strands of moonlight overflowing.
"Humph!" "Humph!" "Humph!"
Three muffled groans sounded around Muria, and then three tall werewolves appeared in mid-air, looking at him with fear in their eyes.