"Then come!" Ye Xun smiled slightly, and then rushed towards Jörmungandr.
Jörmungandr sneered and rushed towards Ye Xuan. The two collided instantly. Surtur was blocked by Jörmungandr's claws, which sparked a spark of fire. They quickly separated and retreated.
A few steps.
After a slight accumulation of energy, the two figures collided hard together again. The sound of metal collision was heard, and a large amount of dust was raised in the field. It was vaguely visible that the two figures were constantly fighting, and sparks were flying everywhere.
"clang!"
There was another loud noise, and the two figures separated. Ye Xuan knelt on the ground on one knee, supporting his body with Surtel, and blood slowly spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
With his current body, it was still too much to fight against the dragon-turned-dragon Jörmungandr. After just a brief collision, his body suffered serious shock injuries.
Ye Xun's hands trembled slightly, which was the result of suffering a huge backlash. Jörmungandr's physical strength was so terrifying that with just a touch, he could feel a huge force like a mountain falling down on him.
He stretched out his left hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then slowly stood up and looked at Jörmungandr.
Even though Jörmunggarr's strength was terrifying, she didn't get much benefit from Ye Xun's hands. The scales on her arms were either dimmed or broken, and there was a bruise on her chest from her heart to her waist.
There was a huge scar, the scales there were completely torn, and traces of blood were flowing out from the wound.
Jörmungandr glanced down at the wound on his chest and sneered. If Ye Xuan hadn't suddenly accelerated at the last moment and took advantage of Jörmungandr's surprise, he would have caused such a big wound to her.
She took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it. The scales on her body opened and closed. The scales on her arms quickly returned to their original shape, and even the wounds on her chest were slowly healing.
As expected of the Dragon King, his self-healing power is terrifying.
Although Jörmungandr didn't care much about this kind of injury, as a dragon king, she was injured by a mere hybrid, which made her feel quite angry. The majesty of the dragon clan was inviolable.
"Roar!" She looked up to the sky and roared, then raised her right paw, releasing the Dragon King's unique word spirit, and all the metal on the right slowly floated up, began to rotate around her, and finally gathered into a handful in her right hand.
Giant black scythe.
The giant black scythe has a strange shape with many strange spikes on it, just like the legendary scythe used by the God of Death to seek death.
Jörmungandr held the giant scythe and turned it around casually. Then he pointed at Ye Xuan and sneered, "Oh, you are not as strong now as you were that night! Senior brother? Where is your...alchemy field?"
Obviously she also saw that Ye Xuanyuan was not as powerful as that night, and even his strength was much weaker.
"Ha, senior brother, I can kill you without the alchemy field." Although she knew that the secret path was not good, her face could not lose its momentum. Ye Xunxin held a sword flower in her hand, looking full of momentum and confidence.
"Hahaha," Jörmungandr seemed to have heard some funny joke, and laughed with his mouth full of sharp teeth. Xia Mi's sweet feeling was completely gone, leaving only the evil smile, "Just
Why do you want to kill me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she kicked hard with her hind legs, bursting out with great force, and she rushed out. The speed was even more terrifying than before. Ye Xuan only had time to block with his sword, and saw a black shadow instantly arriving in front of him, a giant scythe.
He swung it and hit Surtur hard.
As soon as the two came into contact, Ye Xuan felt an overwhelming force coming in like a tide. His face changed drastically, and before he could use more strength, he was sent flying out and hit the rock hard.
It smashed against the rock face before slowly falling down.
Ye Xuan felt as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. All his internal organs were displaced. Pain messages were sent from all parts of his torso to his brain. Then his throat felt sweet and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Get up!" Jörmungandr shouted. He didn't look like a dragon king at all, but more like a gangster who had won a street fight. "Didn't you say you wanted to kill me?"
Ye Xuan lowered his head and did not answer, seeming to have fainted.
Jörmungandr walked up to him with a giant scythe, grabbed Ye Xuan's cheek with his free left paw and lifted it up, as if to make him raise his head. Jörmungandr's face was full of ridicule, "
What? This won’t work? Didn’t you confidently say you wanted to kill me just now? Why did you fall to the ground and be unable to get up?”
Jörmungandr pulled Ye Xun's face to look into his eyes and sneered. Ye Xun's eyelids drooped, as if he was extremely tired. In fact, he was holding Surtur's right hand and secretly accumulating strength, preparing to launch a thunderous strike.
"clang!"
The thunderous strike was sent out brazenly, but it was blocked by the giant scythe. The huge force exploded, and Surtur was knocked back. Jörmunga glanced at Ye Xun with a "that's it" look, and then kicked him with his foot.
, kicked Ye Xun and his sword more than ten meters away.
Lu Mingfei felt nervous. He didn't expect Ye Mengjia to be so powerful. He would hang Ye Zi up and beat him. (Ye Xuan: I mmp!)
"Ahem~" Ye Xuan coughed, looking at the dark dome with slightly absent-minded eyes, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. He tremblingly supported Surtur to stand up, and then slowly stood up straight with his sword in his hand.
, straightened his back and stood in front of Jormungandr again.
He knew that he had used his maximum strength, and he felt a little tired, but his faith as an assassin reminded him not to give up, so he stood up again.
Surtur's power cannot be used yet, and its use requires dragon blood as a medium to stimulate shallow power. He does not have that kind of blood in his body now, and he does not think that only relying on Surtur's shallow power
He could defeat her. He, Ye Xuan, didn't use his trump card, and she, Jörmungandr, naturally didn't try her best.
"Oh, not bad!" Jörmungandr nodded seemingly satisfied, a little surprised. She didn't expect this mixed-race species to be so tenacious and able to stand up even in this state. "It feels a bit like that."
"Then... let's continue-"
Before he finished speaking, the giant scythe was in front of him. Ye Xun looked at the giant scythe that was coming suddenly. His eyes were calm as if he was just facing a beautiful girl. He did not block it or dodge sideways. He just stood there.
.
The wind brought by the giant scythe ruffled Ye Xuan's bangs. He leaned on Surtur, raised his face slightly and slowly closed his eyes, as if he was welcoming death.
Lu Mingfei's heart was in his throat. He stared at Ye Xuan, praying in his heart that he could resist or dodge, but Ye Xuan didn't make any move. Just when Lu Mingfei thought that Ye Xun was about to be cut by the giant scythe.
When he turned around, he suddenly noticed that his senior brother Chu Zihang, who had been leaning there, was nowhere to be seen on one side of the rock wall.
"clang!"
The roar of swords clashing sounded, and the attack was blocked as expected. Ye Xun heard the sound, slowly opened his eyes, and saw a figure with blue-gray scales in front of him, and he understood.
The figure's muscles were as if they were made of steel, with bone spurs piercing out from all over the body, and the knees of the legs were completely turned over, turning into strong and powerful hind limbs.
At this moment, he held the sword tightly with both hands and held the giant scythe in front of him.