Chapter 551

The combat power of the eighth-order pure-blooded giant dragon is really fierce. Even though the Liming regiment had a detailed dragon-hunting plan before, it would be dangerous when they really confronted each other.

The silver dragon has rough skin and thick flesh. It was hammered by the Ten Thousand Law Corps for a long time in the royal city of Eklunsa and never died. Now it is also uncomfortable to be dealt with by the Dawn Corps.

No one can kill it in a short time, even Bartolo, who has the title of "Dragon Hunter".

Fortunately, although Su Lun and the others were small in number, they had dragon-slaying potions that could break through dragon scales and cause real damage.

This also has the basic condition of "grinding blood".

The mechanical octopus was locked on the back of the silver dragon, and Su Lun and "Blood Duke" Wordsworth sucked blood in various acrobatic ways on the dragon's back. The dragon blood of the pure-blooded dragon contains very strong energy and life essence, the more the two of them inhale, the better they are.

However, this process is also extremely dangerous.

Although the dragon's back is a blind spot for dragon claws and bites, the silver dragon's breath can still burn them.

But if you get hit, you will be seriously injured if you don't die.

Fortunately, the breath of the dragon's breath is a precursor to the release of the gap and the swelling of the neck. As long as you carefully discern and observe, there is still a moment to escape.

The two watched while sucking blood, and if the silver dragon showed signs of breathing out dragon breath, they quickly slipped off the dragon's back and fled far away. Then wait for the dragon's breath to spit out, and then find a chance to continue sucking blood.

And so on and on.

This blood-grinding process is no less than dancing on the edge of a knife. There is no room for mistakes, and any mistake will cause disastrous consequences.

The fighting continued like this.

Unconsciously, the sky has completely darkened, night falls, and the sky is full of stars.

The sound of angry dragon chant resounded across the sky, and from time to time, a beam of holy light and dragon's breath illuminated the sky, illuminating several figures in the mountain and the angry middle silver dragon.

The process of "grinding blood" is the consumption of both sides, which is a long process.

Fortunately, everyone in the dawn group cooperated tacitly, and nothing went wrong during the whole process.

On the front are No. 19 and Bartolo, and Sullen and Wordsworth are on the back.

Chijo and Barrett were on the sidelines looking for opportunities to restrain them.

The battle was fierce from the very beginning.

For everyone in the Dawn Regiment, this is not only a fierce battle, but also a rare opportunity.

Actual combat has always been the best shortcut to improve combat power.

Although Yinlong has a ninth-level combat power, it is not really a ninth-level combat power after all.

The dragon race is the most perfect high-level creature in the low-level plane, and the dragon power is also a very special life-level coercion in the world. When Su Lun and the others hunted Thunder Dragon before, they discovered that Longwei has an unbelievable miraculous effect on the growth of domineering.

To be able to fight a giant dragon, the combat perception is definitely not comparable to that of humans of the same level.

As for the Dawn Regiment, such as Su Lun and Qianjo, the special seventh-order, it is difficult for ordinary enemies to bring them a truly deadly sense of oppression. This kind of enemy is hard to come by.

Just like now.

Domineering is a fearless domineering spirit, and when you are strong, you will be strong.

Under the strong pressure of Longwei, the domineering spirit of the people participating in the dragon hunting also continued to condense, becoming thicker and thicker visible to the naked eye.

The eighth-rank silver dragon can give everyone the sense of oppression on the line of life and death, just like a whetstone for sharpening their sharpness. The process of sharpening a knife is painful, but as long as you get through it, the knife will become sharper and sharper.

There were only three seventh-orders present, Su Lun, Qianjo and Barrett.

The big difference in rank put the three of them under even more terrifying pressure.

Su Lun is okay, he has super spatial displacement, and dragon-slaying armor, and he doesn't have a frontal photo of the battle, so it's not too dangerous.

And Barrett was wearing [Gracey's Dragonrider Heavy Armor]. Although it was a bit bulkier, but fortunately, its defense was amazing, and it wasn't a serious injury even if it was hit many times.

But Qianjo, who is facing it head-on, is terrible.

She is wearing a crimson armor, which was obtained from Shanyin Country [five pieces of iron red scales are enough]. Although it is of excellent quality, it is the flexible light armor of Gu Quan swordsman after all, and its defense is still not enough in front of the eighth-order pure-blooded dragon. It has been severely damaged many times, and most of it has been worn out.

At this moment, Qiantiao's forehead was dripping with blood, and his whole body had traces of being burned by the dragon's breath.

However, although the injury was serious, at this moment everyone, including Su Lun, planned to persuade her to end.

Because at this moment, everyone was shocked by the vision on her body!

Behind Qiantiao, the golden body of the three-knowledge Rakshasa girl was already in full bloom, like a burning flame overflowing for several meters. The knot of her hair was broken, and her blue hair rose without wind, like a head of flame standing on end, just like the phantom of Rakshasa behind her.

What's even more mysterious is that the domineering energy leaked from her body mixed with the phantom's godly power, and they faintly competed with the dragon's power, even on par.

Relying on the three-knowledge Rakshasa girl, she is also fearlessly tough in front of Yinlong.

Qianjo's state once appeared in the "Nation of Underworld", but Su Lun didn't notice that she seemed to have fallen into that state of mysterious epiphany again.

A Rakshasa woman is stronger when she is strong, and she will grow rapidly in battle.

The more he was on the verge of death in battle, the clearer his sense of growth became.

This is the passive potential of [A-022-Rakshasa] talent itself.

And the talent of the three solutions is covered with a veil of mystery, even in the cognition of those people on the plane of gods harvested by Su Lun, it is "taboo".

This is not a realm that mortals can touch, but a realm of gods.

In a plane with perfect laws like the plane of gods, it is said that there are hundreds of millions of people with excellent talents who can solve three talents with a mortal body. But in the end, that kind of person is always a top-notch powerhouse with the attitude of becoming a god.

Su Lun didn't know what the three-solution talent meant, but there was a saying in the plane of the gods that it was the talent known as the reincarnation of the gods.

At this moment, Qiantiao already has the image of a rakshasa in hell.

So even after seeing Qian Tiao's serious injury, everyone didn't persuade her to avoid it temporarily, and they knew that they couldn't be persuaded.

This state of ecstasy is a great opportunity between life and death.

And at this moment, Qiantiao's aura had reached its peak in another blow.

She pricked herself with a strong healing potion and rushed up again.

When wielding the sword, everyone seemed to hear the sound of Sanskrit chanting sutras in the dark: "I see the appearance of evil spirits of all beings in hell, and all appearances are my appearance. Tianlong!"

At the same time as this dark sound sounded, a strange aura of good and evil mixed suddenly lingered in the world.

One side is the golden light of compassion, and the other side is the bloody light of hell.

In an instant, the vision of heaven and earth suddenly appeared.

The thunderclouds in the sky suddenly gathered, and thousands of thunder snakes gathered on the demon knife. On the edge of the sword, it seemed that people saw an endless and terrifying scene of hell.

With a single slash, the domineering sword energy spanned hundreds of meters, and landed on the scales of the silver dragon's neck with a clang, "stabbing" and drawing a bloodstain.

Su Lun and the others were dumbfounded.

They never expected that Qiantiao used sword energy to slash blood on the dragon scale, the hardest neck of the dragon's body?

Although the wound wasn't that big, Qiantiao was the only person I'd seen beheading a dragon that was comparable to a ninth-tier sword with a seventh-tier sword.

Limang flashed across Bartolo's turbid eyes, and his heart was trembling: "You are really talented."

Only this old sword god can understand the change of Qiantiao's sword intent better than anyone else. This seems to be the "Boundary of Cutting Rules" he taught before, that is to say, this sword has already broken through the Holy Realm and touched the threshold of the so-called Sword God Realm.

Not only has she grasped the essence of Shinto Wunianliu, but she also has her own unique way of swordsmanship.

With this sword, she made people see the scene of hell in her eyes.

Bartolo watched and sighed again: "What a masterful Kenshin!"

During the battle, Qianjo seemed to have suddenly realized a new realm of kendo, and his momentum was still rising.

She has become more and more courageous, and she has even been able to face the dragon head-on with Bartolo and No. 19.

But correspondingly, more and more injuries occurred on his body.

Fortunately, Bartolo and the others also cooperated tacitly, fighting the dragon while holding back and covering for Qiantiao. Let her continue to gain more insights in this state without falling into a certain death situation.

There was a lively fight in the sky, and on the sea surface, the Eternal Night also fought fiercely with a group of sea beasts, and the artillery roared, resounding throughout the night.

The silver dragon had paid the price again for his arrogance. It didn't know that this time it was on the verge of death just like the last time it was besieged in the royal city of Eklunsa.

It just didn't expect that just a few humans would push it into a desperate situation.

And because of the existence of dragon slaying potion, which prevented the dragon's super self-healing talent, the silver dragon's physical condition became worse and worse.

At this moment, the silver dragon no longer had the contempt it had before, and it wanted to call the monsters in the nearby sea area to help with an angry dragon cry. It's a pity that when the 10,000-person legal group was besieged before, all the monsters and sea-monsters in the vicinity were killed and injured. Now a giant dragon that is hard to protect itself, the deterrence is greatly reduced, and those sea beasts with a little bit of wisdom know to stay away from it.

Even if there were still some monsters chasing after them, everyone on the Eternal Night, relying on the strength of the ship and guns, immediately stopped the monsters on the sea surface, preventing them from interfering with the battle in the sky.

Only after fighting in person can one know that the vitality of the eighth-order giant dragon is really tenacious.

The members of the Liming regiment worked like this for an hour or two before the silver dragon's flapping and resisting wings gradually weakened.

Except for Su Lun, who has [Isaac's Alchemy Heart], who is still fighting vigorously, almost everyone else is exhausted.

This kind of high-intensity combat consumption is simply not something ordinary people can bear.

Fortunately, the balance of victory was still in favor of the Dawn Regiment, and the dragon-slaying potion prevented Yinlong's wounds from healing, which also allowed the "blood-grinding tactic" to succeed in the end.

Finally, a mournful dragon chant resounded through the sky, and the bloodless silver dragon fell from the sky.

Su Lun quickly tied the silver dragon with a mechanical rope, and stuffed it into the small void.

The night sky returned to silence, and the battle finally came to an end.

On the surface of the sea, once the silver dragon was defeated, the monster also receded like a tide, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Everyone on the Eternal Night erupted in appalling cheers.

Su Lun turned his face to look, and everyone who participated in the battle was more or less injured.

Several parts of No. 19's mechanical body were broken, but after the replacement, there was a new No. 19; Bartolo was hit by a silver dragon and broke the radius of his left arm, and he probably had to rest for a few days; Wordsworth's abdomen was injured. I scratched through a few exaggerated blood holes, but fortunately the vampire can recover by sucking blood, and the damage to a little vitality is not serious; although Barrett wearing the armor does not seem to have major trauma, his body organs are also damaged in many places. The damage is not light; even the mechanical octopus is seriously damaged, and I am afraid it will be returned to the factory for overhaul.

But it was Qianjo who was hurt the most.

She had wounds all over her body.

Seeing that the battle was over, her tense nerves relaxed, and the Raksha ghost disappeared from that excited state and returned to normal.

After a long time of fighting in the air, she was already exhausted, and at the moment of relief, she fell drunk from the air.

With quick eyes and quick hands, No. 19 flew 100 meters to catch Qiantiao falling in mid-air with a flick of his wings.

Several people landed on the sea, panting heavily, and smiled at each other.

Although they couldn't hide the exhaustion on their respective faces, the harvest of this battle was huge. It was a great opportunity for the team and all of them to kill this eighth-order giant dragon. It is also a combat experience worth remembering for a lifetime.

I didn't notice it during the battle just now, I just marveled at the thousand breakthroughs. Now that everyone came back to their senses and took a look, they realized that they had learned a lot from this battle.

Once you have climbed a peak, that mountain is no longer what you used to look up to.

It's not just an improvement in realm perception, this eighth-rank silver dragon has brought too many substantial gains to everyone.

This is another top material for refining breeding equipment.

And in the words of Dr. Banks, the more advanced the dragon blood gene of the dragon, the more perfect it is, and the higher the research value.

With this silver dragon, the "Dragon Blood Gene Potion" will most likely become a reality in the not-too-distant future. At that time, it will give everyone in the dawn group a qualitative leap.

Everyone took a few breaths, and the joy of victory gradually appeared on their faces.

No loss of personnel, this is the greatest luck.

Until the end of the battle, Bartolo was still in disbelief. They really hunted an eighth-order pure-blood dragon?

This is probably the most powerful dragon that humans have hunted for thousands of years.

The dawn group created yet another miracle.

Su Lun's silk thread is the best surgical method. As soon as he fell down, he helped Qiantiao deal with those horrible wounds where the bones were visible.

The wound was sutured with silk thread, and the blood stopped flowing out instantly, which also prevented the wound from deteriorating.

Qiantiao felt a little pain, and looked that he was the only one in the most distressed state among all the people, so he muttered: "Oh, my body is still too weak."

Hearing this, the corners of everyone's eyes twitched, and only the bystanders knew how fierce she was just now.

Barrett didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and laughed at himself: "Miss Qianjo's body can be said to be weak, so my slender body is in vain."

While speaking, he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was still there.

The same seventh-order, the same opponent, he is indeed extremely envious. Qiantiao's strength was not as weak as she made fun of. The horror of her sword can only be understood by those who have just experienced it.

No. 19 also said with emotion: "Indeed. Sister Qiantiao is very powerful."

And Bartolo on the side finally had a chance to speak, and said with a smile: "Your talent really amazes me. Not only have you touched the threshold above the holy realm, but you have also touched the eighth-level 'superior body'. These wounds Pain is not a bad thing. After you can fully grasp the insights from the previous battle, the realm will take a big step forward."

Su Lun is used to it, how is he not familiar with the temperament of this young gambling addict? Mr. Jing said before that Qiantiao Jianxin is transparent, and her talent of the three-knowledge Rakshasa girl is more like instinct, rather than subjective consciousness, and she breaks through when she strikes.

He concluded that the young woman addicted to gambling didn't even have the consciousness to remember what she did just now.

"ah?"

When Chijo heard everyone say that, Luke showed a blank expression.

She rolled her eyes and thought about it, as if she didn't realize what she had just experienced.

Everyone looked at her expression and chuckled.

But this is not the place to talk, after simply suturing the fatal wound, Su Lun greeted everyone: "Let's go, let's go back to the boat."

Su Lun and the others returned to the Eternal Night, and the members of the regiment also cheered, celebrating another brilliant victory created by their Dawn regiment.

But celebrating is something to consider later, and they have one more important thing to do right now.

That's picking up the loot.

On the ice in the distance are the corpses of 30,000 people corporations, as well as countless magical beast materials, which are priceless treasures.

The battlefield where the silver dragon was fought before stretched for dozens of kilometers, and there were corpses of monsters along the way.

Not long after, the ship returned to the edge of the frozen sea, and tens of thousands of members disembarked one after another to touch the corpses.

The icy night wind couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the regiment members, they rummaged through various corpses on the bloody battlefield.

The magicians of the Celestial Plane were already very rich, and it was the first time that the Dawn Regiment had won the spoils of three reorganized 10,000-person regiments.

Not long after, various treasures were piled up on the deck of the Eternal Night.

Wands, robes, magic books, crystal balls, magic scrolls, gemstones of various colors, materials.

There are also several powerful legion magic tools, such as the [Forbidden Realm] that restricted Su Lun before, and the [Stalker's Night Curtain] used by the three legions to hide traces, and the powerful [Energy Concentration] Retta].

Most of these legion magic tools contain the power of faith, and alchemists can't play any role. But the mountain dwarves in the Little Void Realm are good at forging, and they can always transform some usable ones. Even if it can't be used, the materials disassembled by the top-level magic guide are also top-level.

Then there are the countless monster corpses. These corpses are not only materials, but also provide enough genetic samples for Dr. Banks' biological laboratory.

Sure enough, as long as he wins, he must make a lot of money.

Not only did the cannonball money spent before come back, but he also made a hundred times, a thousand times!

The material warehouses in the Small Void Realm have piled up into mountains, and the members of the Dawn Corps now almost have no shortage of high-level materials whether they want to advance or refine the cultivation equipment.

It can be said that getting rich overnight is not an exaggeration.

Dawn group fell into the joy of harvest.

The task of packing up and counting the loot was left to the crew. Su Lun and Gao Zhan had gone through a tragic dragon slaying battle and urgently needed to rest and recuperate. After boarding the boat one by one, they all returned to their own rooms to heal and retreat.

Su Lun and Qianjo returned to the captain's room, treated their injuries, and immediately began to meditate.

Qiantiao wanted to grasp that rare combat comprehension, and Su Lun also gained a lot.

Not only the illusory combat insights, but the soul fragments of the thirty thousand magicians and countless monsters are real gains.

It was also the first time for him to absorb so many high-quality souls, and it took a lot of time to digest them.

After digestion, there will inevitably be a substantial improvement.

The members of the Dawn Regiment quickly took stock of the battlefield and did not dare to stay longer.

They knew very well that since the regiment had wiped out 30,000 legal groups this time, those guys on the plane of the gods would definitely not let it go. They were afraid that something would happen when the reinforcements came.

The Eternal Night changed its course and quietly disappeared into the night.

Not long after the dawn group left, a magician in a black robe appeared on the ice where they fought before.

Although he had tried his best to arrive when he received the request for reinforcements, it was still too late.

Looking at the traces of the battle and the ice surface where no corpse was left, he let out a light sigh: "Those natives are so cautious, they even disposed of the corpse."

The cloak mage walked on the ice all the way, getting more dignified as he walked, as if he wanted to find some clues.

However, after walking for a long time, he didn't find any clues. Instead, he said to himself in amazement: "There are no soul fragments left. It seems that he is really a legendary talent."

Seeing this, the cloak mage didn't waste his time looking for it.

He raised his pitch-black staff and chanted a magic incantation: "God of the Great Necromancer, I recite your name, please grant your messenger the power to summon the Necromancer."

It was this incantation that was chanted, and after a while, "click" and "click", several ice cracks sounded, and several corpses of magicians who had been frozen under the ice struggled to crawl out.

With strange green fire burning in the eye sockets of the corpse, it walked tremblingly in front of the cloaked man.

The cloaked man actually asked the corpse, "Tell me, what happened."

But the weirder thing is yet to come.

At this moment, the green fire in the eye sockets of those corpses rolled up, as if they were saying something.

The man in the cloak listened to the corpse's voice for a while, as if he really understood it, and said to himself in disbelief: "A silver dragon came?"

At this moment, he already understood what happened.

He never thought that the foolproof ambush plan would fail in such a bizarre way.