"Ang~"

A sad and angry dragon roar came from the sky above the royal capital Eklensa.

Most people in the city were blinded.

The residents and even the royal family members in the palace looked at the sky with horrified faces.

They didn't know why the country-protecting silver dragon was so angry.

Su Lun also just knew that the sixth-level young dragon that Princess Betsy was riding was the heir of the silver dragon on the snow mountain.

When those magicians from the plane of gods killed the young dragon, they naturally wanted to attract the adult dragon.

Just after the roar of the dragon echoed in the city, and the power of the dragon shook people's souls, a huge silver-white figure swooped down from the sky and flew towards the west city.

The silver dragon was like a beam of silver light, falling down in the blink of an eye.

"So fast!"

Su Luntong shrank suddenly.

The flight speed of this eighth-level silver dragon is even faster than the lightning dragon we encountered in Atlanta City before!

This is not the physical level of flapping wings to fly against the airflow, but the use of high-level light system laws, such as Mr. Mirror's law-displacement ability.

"This is so bad..."

Su Lun looked at it with eyes filled with concentration.

At this speed, even if he wanted to save someone, he would be dead if he was not careful.

The Holy Light Dragon's Breath, which is comparable to a ninth-level arcane spell, has almost no chance of trial and error, and it will be disabled even if it encounters immortality.

But after seeing this scene, Su Lun did not hesitate and followed the flying dragon in the direction of the dive.

...

The surrounding scene changed, and the silver dragon landed in the city one step earlier than Su Lun.

This behemoth with a wingspan of hundreds of meters swooped down, like a falling meteor, and the movement was extremely exaggerated. Just the dragon's body was swirling around and pressing down like a bank, crushing a large area of ​​the southern city's buildings into powder.

The heir was killed, and the silver dragon was extremely angry. Only the dragon's breath could vent its anger at this moment.

It spit out a holy light dragon's breath. Before the frightened residents could realize what was happening, the hundreds of meters long scorching beam instantly burned the civilians and buildings in this block to ashes.

At the same time, snowflakes suddenly fell in the sky, and a domineering sword intent rose into the sky.

The temperature dropped by dozens of degrees, and a hundred-meter-long sword energy slashed out from a room, cutting through the terrifying Holy Light Dragon Breath.

Among the burning ruins, a figure retreated a hundred meters and landed on the street in the distance. It was none other than "Dragon Hunter" Bartolo Figaro.

Su Lun looked at the sword energy and was slightly surprised: "Can the dragon's breath be cut open?"

This level of Dragon Breath Law is frighteningly high. It is not as simple as it seems to rely on sword energy to break through it. It must be a battle on the understanding of the law. He was also surprised that this dragon hunter actually faced an eighth-level dragon.

No loss?

Bartolo obviously didn't understand what was happening at this moment, and frowned.

But the silver dragon didn't give him a chance to explain at all, it smelled the murderer's scent!

After taking a breath of dragon's breath, it dived and then quickly lifted up. Its wings fanned the street like a strong wind of flying sand and rocks. Looking at it again, it rushed up again.

The silver dragon was extremely fast. The moment it flapped its wings, its figure collapsed on the spot.

Bartolo in the distance had obviously expected this. He had been hunting dragons for many years and he knew all the dragon's habits.

But the speed of the silver dragon was so fast that he didn't even have time to move sideways to avoid it. He could only draw the sword horizontally in front of him, and a ripple of sword energy visible to the naked eye lingered on his body.

"Peng!"

The silver dragon hit Bartolo head-on.

In addition to its breath, the dragon's powerful body is also the most ferocious weapon in the world!

The two energies of holy light and snowflake cold energy collided, and a huge shock wave visible to the naked eye erupted from the center of the collision.

The moment they collided, the figure flew backwards, like a cannonball, and hit the street hard.

"Peng", "Peng", "Peng"...

After crashing through more than a dozen houses in a row, it smashed into a section of thick city wall and raised dust all over the sky. Then there was no movement.

How terrifying is the fighting power of the eighth-level pure-blood dragon? Just two of them met, and an eighth-level swordsman was driven more than ten meters underground.

But after the collision ended, the shock wave came slowly, making Su Lun's robes rustle while watching the battle in the distance.

He frowned as he looked at it, but he also knew that Bartolo was still alive and his soul was fluctuating steadily.

At the moment of the impact, Bartolo was obviously not passively hit, but actively rebounded. This was obviously a very clever force-relieving technique.

"Bartolo is so strong..."

Su Lun murmured in his heart.

Previously, they had fought together in the Dawn Regiment and killed an eighth-level goalkeeper, Moloch Poppen, the "King of the West Sea", but they didn't think it was that powerful.

Now looking at Bartolo, the "Sword God", I realize that the combat power gap between eighth-level professionals is also huge.

But that silver dragon is stronger!

With this terrifying speed, Su Lun felt that even if he teleported and pushed Bartolo into the small void world, just this movement would be enough to kill him.

In a battle of this level, there is no room for low-level professionals to participate in the battle head-on.

...

Obviously, Su Lun can detect that Bartolo is not dead, and the dragon's keen sense of smell can also do it!

Even after knocking the person into the ground, the silver dragon did not restrain itself at all. In anger, it flashed its wings again, and a strong wind comparable to the eighth-level [Hurricane Technique] began to howl.

In an instant, the buildings on the ground were uprooted by the strong wind, and countless people were swept up in the sky like ants. Some were even torn apart by the strong wind and turned into a ball of blood mist.

Su Lun did not expect that this giant dragon could summon the power of a hurricane so powerfully. Even as he watched from a distance, he felt the stinging pain of the wind blade as if it were scraping the bones. Imagine how terrifying the center of the storm was!

Sand and stones were flying around the city wall where Bartolo landed. In the dark, he seemed to hear someone shouting softly: "Get rid of your colonial clothes!"

Looking again, a figure emerged from the dusty storm.

He stepped in the wind step by step, as if he were stepping on an invisible staircase, walking in mid-air step by step, without being affected by the strong wind at all.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Su Lun had a knowledgeable expression on his face and thought to himself: "Legendary secret skill - [Yu Liu Takong]!"

This is the ultimate movement technique of [Air Step], which can rely on controlling the air flow to float freely into the sky.

There is a record of this secret skill in [Gumaka Technique], but the requirements are extremely high. Su Lun has not mastered it yet, and he did not expect to see it in Bartolo.

However, what shocked him even more was what happened next.

At this moment, Bartolo's robe had been torn to pieces by the impact just now, and now it was torn apart by the strong wind, and his upper body was completely exposed.

He holds a snow blade in his hand and his muscles are taut. What is amazing is that his body is covered with shining golden runes, as if he is covered with dragon scales!

Su Lun's left eye flashed, and he identified the rune anomaly as a colonial attire, and was greatly surprised: "[Isaac's Dragon Patterned Golden Body] Colonial attire! The Black Sam Group actually knew about that notebook back then.

content?"

He never expected that Bartolo's runes would actually be a golden body with dragon patterns.

At this moment, Bartolo has no fear. Even when facing an enemy with a higher level than himself, this sword god is fearless.

"Field·Frost Flower Night Snow."

Suddenly, he swung his sword and slashed out. As soon as his domain was revealed, the countless frost flowers in the sky turned into pieces of sword energy.

These light snowflakes fell on the building, as sharp as a knife blade, easily making cuts.

When it fell on the dragon scales, there was a "clang", "clang", "clang"... crisp sound, and some small white marks were cut out.

The silver dragon roared loudly and charged away again.

One man and one dragon fought fiercely again.

...

Su Lun looked at the snowflakes falling on his body, thinking a lot.

The eighth-level "Hegemonic Body" can physically resist a giant dragon. It is really powerful!

In the field of alchemists, the seventh level and the eighth level are two completely different combat powers.

He also didn't expect Bartolo to be so ridiculously strong.

It seems that after the Black Sam pirates were wiped out, this man also had his own great opportunity, and his level of swordsmanship was immeasurably high.

Such sudden changes made Su Lun feel that there was no need to be so urgent in saving people.

However, from the moment Bartolo's slash failed to break the dragon scales, it was doomed that he would not be defeated so easily, but he would definitely not be able to win.

What's more, those mages from the celestial plane behind the scenes who were waiting to kill someone with their swords would never let him live.

Su Lun did not dare to rush into the battlefield rashly.

But I also know that I have to do something.
To be continued...