Chapter 1262 Bleeding

After a brief confrontation, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon suddenly turned sideways, and the muscles of its limbs exerted force at the same time.

The huge frost-white body was wrapped in snow powder, pushing away the air, and slammed forward.

Iron Mountain Lean!

Similar sideways collisions are used by most large monsters. The power is huge, but the precursor is obvious. Generally, experienced hunters can easily avoid it.

But the Iron Mountain Lean of this Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon is different.

The preparation movement is almost invisible, and the speed is amazingly fast.

The previous two battle experiences made this old dragon with extremely keen combat sense clearly realize that dealing with small hunters is different from dealing with large monsters of the same size.

The power of the attack is secondary, and speed and timing are the real key.

However, its opponent is also an old hunter with exaggerated experience.

The veteran hunter will predict the monster's attack by reading the muscles, but old guys like the swordsmanship master don't need to observe and judge.

Relying on the so-called "intuition", you can guess the monster's next move.

He even took advantage of the opportunity to thrust forward and thrust a sword, and then at the moment when the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon launched the Iron Mountain Lean, he turned around and retreated.

There was no gap between the two advance and retreat movements, just like dancing.

Not only did the attack miss, but the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon, which was also hit by a sword, roared and jumped back, opening a distance of more than a body length.

It was not advantageous to fight closely with the hunter who was more agile, and keeping a certain distance would be more conducive to its performance.

The huge mouth opened, and a stream of extremely cold air was wrapped in snowflakes flying in the air and sprayed out.

The swordsman immediately slid sideways and dodged with minimal movement.

The cold air blew across the ground, leaving a frost trail covered with tiny ice spikes.

The swordsman knew that these seemingly insignificant ice spikes would stick to the legs and feet, restricting movement, so he carefully avoided them.

The frost breath paused, but did not stop.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon tilted its head and sprayed out another stream of cold air.

Two untouchable frost paths fanned out, sandwiching the swordsman in the middle, severely limiting his space to move to the sides.

"I see."

The old hunter who realized the purpose of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon did not seem panicked, sheathed his sword on the spot, and prepared to attack.

"Roar!"

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon leaped up with a light jump.

Its body, more than 20 meters long, pounced on the hunter like a small mountain.

At the moment when the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon jumped, the swordsman drew his sword and swung it forward.

The timing of this attack seemed too early, and it didn't look like he could hit the target.

But his purpose was not to attack.

Using the inertia of swinging the sword, the swordsman slid forward more than ten meters and successfully avoided the attack of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon.

The hunter and the dragon, who had switched positions, turned around at the same time.

The Ice Fang Dragon was ready to repeat the same trick and pounce again, but the swordsman was one step faster than it and thrust his sword before it jumped, and the fire-wrapped sword hit the Ice Fang Dragon's face.

Air Blade Stab.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon was attacked at the moment it was about to jump, and its movements paused and became disordered for a moment.

The swordsman naturally would not miss this flaw, and took advantage of the momentum to jump and slashed down with the sword.

Dragon Sword, Air Blade Cut!

Blazing flames burst out with sword energy, cutting a wound several meters long from the top of the head to the side of the neck of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon, and blood gushed out.

The flesh was cut, and the wound became charred under the high temperature. The severe pain made the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon lean back reflexively, and almost fell down.

At the last moment, it tried to stretch its limbs and finally stabilized its center of gravity.

"Roar, ah, ah--!!"

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon roared, turned its head and swung its body, and swept its frost teeth like a long sword towards the hunter.

The swordsman did not intend to take the attack head-on, and retreated with a frost blade.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon chased closely, swinging its body left and right, and its frost fangs attacked the hunter repeatedly.

"Crack."

In the continuous retreat, the swordsman's heels inevitably stepped on the frost on the ground that had not yet completely melted.

The spreading frost froze his legs.

In this case, his best frost blade and Iai Slash were not effective, and he couldn't even roll over.

Seeing the pair of frost fangs attack again.

At this time, swinging the sword at the frost under his feet, the dragon flame wrapped around the sword can melt the frost and let his feet return to freedom, but it will be too late to roll over or see the sword.

And holding the sword to block.

Of course, he also knows precise defensive sword skills like the Gangqi Blade Slash, but he doesn't know if his old bones can handle it.

There is no time to hesitate, the attack will come in the next second.

The sword master suddenly swung his sword downwards, and the hot blade swept across the ground, melting the frost and freeing his legs.

Then, he made a move that he would never have thought of before - raising his left arm and firing the flying claw.

The distance between the flying claw and the target was close enough, and even though the sword master had almost never used this prop, he still successfully hit the target.

It was just that the accuracy was not ideal. The old hunter aimed at the head, but the flying claw hooked the shell on the shoulder of the ice dragon.

The spring quickly reeled up, and with the old hunter's exclamation, it pulled him up and almost hit him head-on.

Fortunately, the reaction speed did not deteriorate too much. Although the action was a bit awkward, he finally stretched out his hands and feet in time and grabbed the body of the frost blade ice dragon.

The frost blade ice dragon roared and swung its body, trying to throw him down.

The swordsman tried his best to hold on tightly.

At this time, the two old guys were competing to see who had worse physical strength.

The swordsman won.

In order to swing the Frost Fang, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon swung its body continuously and greatly, which consumed a lot of physical strength. It was a bit difficult to recover in one breath, so it had to stop and gasp to recover.

The swordsman took this opportunity to release the flying claw, climbed along the neck and jumped to the side of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's head.

He pressed the sword against the wound that the Air Blade Kabuto had cut before, pressed the hilt with both hands, and pulled it down hard.

This sword seemed to have cut an artery somewhere in the Ice Fang Dragon's neck, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The swordsman jumped to the ground, and the soft snow was not easy to exert force. He staggered two steps before he stood firm.

In just a few seconds, the spurting blood had already wet the pale hair of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon, and even the snow on the ground was dyed red.

"Roar!!!"

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon howled, and extremely cold air surged from its body. Frost quickly grew between its hair and shell.

It seemed to want to freeze the wound in this way to stop the bleeding.

Unfortunately, it was not an ordinary wound. Under the influence of arterial blood pressure and blood temperature, the freezing effect was not ideal.

The frost covering the wound on the neck kept melting and freezing again. The gushing blood flow became smaller, but it still continued to flow.

This way of stopping bleeding will also cause its core temperature to continue to drop.

If it goes on like this, even with the size of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon, it will not be able to hold on for too long. At most half an hour, it will lose its ability to move due to blood loss and hypothermia.

"It seems that I won this game."

While muttering this, the swordsmanship master did not dare to relax his vigilance.

He raised the sword again and faced his opponent.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon turned to him again. As the sun completely set, the light-fearing ice blue dragon pupils opened completely.

Contained in it was endless anger and madness.

The swordsman adjusted his breathing, lowered his center of gravity, and prepared to respond to the attack.

The dying beast was the most dangerous, and this guy wanted to drag him down with him.