"Get out of the way." Muria waved her palm forward, and slapped away the dragon hunter who was standing on the dying white dragon, whose head was rapidly regenerating. Under the palm of Muria in human form, the hunter flew away.
The dragon man only resisted for a moment before flying backwards and crashing into the mountains behind him, creating a bottomless cave and rolling rocks.
"Just the human state has such a powerful force, what a powerful dragon!" The flesh and bone residue that had just been exploded under Muria's two slaps was frantically heading towards the cave where the dragon hunter smashed it.
It flows away as if it has a life of its own.
Under Muria's gaze, a human with a sinister face staggered out. It could be seen that the head and collapsed chest that had been blasted by Muria were rapidly regenerating and recovering.
"Terrible power!" The hook-nosed dragon hunter ripped off the deformed armor on his body, revealing the robe underneath, and looked at Muria with emotion on his face, "It seems that I am dead today.
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"You are self-aware." Muria glanced at the white dragon next to him who showed hope again, his eyes were cold, "But why don't you try to escape? Maybe you can run out."
"There is no need to try. I have played with so many dragons and I know that sooner or later I will be killed by a more powerful dragon." The dragon hunter with a sinister expression was unexpectedly open-minded, "So there is no need to escape, but I
I still want to resist."
As he spoke, a faint blood flame ignited on the dragon hunter's body, and his breath rose rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. A black snake exuding a sinister and cold breath coiled behind him, and as he burned his blood,
Getting bigger and bigger.
"I don't know what it means."
"You dragons are always so arrogant. If you could care a little more about us ant-like humans, maybe I wouldn't be where I am now."
The dragon hunter who burned himself completely disappeared and turned into a huge black snake, exuding a foul-smelling miasma. The mountain rocks and ice and snow in contact with it made a "sizzling" sound, and then the black snake roared.
With a loud sound, and with an indomitable and determined momentum, he bit towards Muria.
Muria said nothing more, but pulled out a sword that was no more than one meter long, with ancient divine inscriptions engraved on the sword spine, and then slashed diagonally at the huge black snake, a pale golden half-moon-shaped sword
The light flew out, devouring the surrounding elemental power, expanding rapidly, and soon covered the sky, filling the black snake's sight.
And in the eyes of the dying Bailong, when the sword light appeared, the whole world became dark, and only this golden sword light was left, becoming the only one in his eyes. This sword light fell on the human
On the black snake transformed by the dragon hunter, the body of the snake it transformed into was cut open by the sword light like a hob cutting butter.
"My dragon hunting journey in this life is over." The dragon hunter, whose body was destroyed in just a moment of contact, did not have any regrets in his heart. Then he had it the day he started hunting dragons.
Mental preparation.
With his status, he can enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth in the human kingdom. His mere existence is the biggest deterrent, but he just chose the path of hunting dragons, which is the most profitable and the most dangerous.
There was no special reason for hunting dragons at first. It was just for revenge. To avenge my parents and brothers and sisters who were eaten alive by a dragon beast. To avenge my hometown that was trampled and destroyed by the evil dragon. It was just that.
"I have killed enough dragons." The black snake whose body was cut into several sections exploded and turned into a cloud of gray mist, then revealed the dragon hunter inside, and then looked up high, stepping on the top of the crystal dragon's head
Muria looking down at him.
"But I'm still not satisfied! I haven't killed enough dragons." The dragon hunter, whose mentality had already been distorted during the lonely dragon hunting journey, looked at Muria with a twisted smile on his face.
, like an evil ghost.
Then the blood flames on his body that had gradually extinguished started to burn again, but it seemed to be powerless. Soon a new force was integrated into the flames, which was actually the blood flames that embodied the burning of his life force.
It suddenly became a little transparent, and the blood color inside gradually became lighter and became a little transparent.
"It burns the soul, but what's the use? It's just a dying struggle."
"What's the use?" The smile on the dragon hunter's face became more and more weird, and then became a little ferocious, and his body seemed a little unreal, "I can leave a little trace on you, a big shot of the dragon clan, so that you can remember me.
This insignificant human ant."
In this fierce voice, the dragon hunter's body completely disappeared and turned into a black thorn less than one meter. As soon as this black thorn condensed into shape, it quickly shot towards Muria's eyebrows, with the tragic death of both.
Determined momentum.
"Boring." Muria reached out and grabbed the black thorn. His hand was filled with thunder. Then he held the black thorn with a calm expression. A violent corrosion sound sounded, and Muria's palm
Countless black smoke emerged from the gap, and the black thorn violently clashed with the thunder in Muria's hand. Then the black thorn became smaller and smaller, and finally gradually disappeared into nothingness.
"It's too weak. It didn't leave any traces on me." Muria opened her palms, her fingers were white and rosy, and her skin was fair and soft, without any traces.
"It's a pity. I also wanted to let him experience how he tortured the dragon. He died like this. It was really an advantage for him."
"You can try it with other dragon slayers." After hearing Muria's words, the ancient crystal dragon at his feet suggested, "It is best to let those dragon slayers die in endless pain."
"Can you stand up?" Muria looked at the white dragon with a look of ecstasy in his eyes without any emotion, "That guy seemed to have used many methods to torture you just now, have you written them down?
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"My body has all been memorized, dear sir," Bailong said with a look of hatred on his face. He had already experienced the most painful punishments of the Dragon Clan, including pulling out scales, peeling off skin, cramping, and deboning.
"If I ask you to use all your criminal laws on human beings, do you have the ability?" Muria asked.
"Okay." Bailong responded decisively. He had probably guessed why the two powerful dragons in front of him came. This was their dragon's counterattack against the dragon hunter.
"Then come with me!" Muria waved his hand and led the two dragons away from the snowy mountain, tracking in the direction of the other dragon hunters he controlled. His duty this time was to sweep up
Get rid of those human legends who just love killing dragons.