Chapter 1263: Buried in Ice and Snow

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon, whose life had already entered the countdown, took the initiative to launch an offensive.

Even in this desperate situation, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's attack still has a unique rhythm and rhythm.

It is not like a half-crazy creature like the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which only has crazy violence and no reason.

With a small leap, it came in front of the swordsman master and swung out two giant claws in succession.

The swordsman master turned sideways and used the reverse cassock slash to disarm the first attack, and then used the see cut to dodge the subsequent claw attack.

Just after avoiding the second claw attack, before he had time to adjust his movements, the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's whip-like giant tail attacked from a hidden angle.

This seemingly ordinary three-hit combo scared the swordsman master into a cold sweat, and the attack rhythm of the tail attack was obviously faster than the previous two claw attacks.

This guy was consciously changing and deceiving, and ordinary flying dragons would never have this consciousness.

He sheathed the sword at the fastest speed, and then immediately drew the blade out of the sheath, cutting through the attacking giant tail.

The Flying Dragon Blade [Silver] left a few inconspicuous wounds on the thick tail of the Ice Fang Dragon's carapace, but the swordsmanship master paused.

In this round of confrontation, the hunter was the one who suffered.

Although he successfully used the Iai Slash to resolve the tail attack, he did not have time to adjust to the best angle of the sword, and it was difficult to resolve the impact of the tail attack.

His chest felt stuffy, and the knuckles of his palms were cracked with severe pain. The swordsmanship master almost flew out.

The swordsmanship master quickly stabilized his steps, adjusted his posture, and raised the sword again.

After the tail attack, the Ice Fang Dragon flapped its wings without any pause, soared into the air, and then turned over with a dexterity that was inconsistent with its huge body, and moved behind the hunter.

A large amount of extremely cold white steam spewed out of its mouth, covering the hunter.

The swordsmanship master swung the sword, and the high-temperature dragon flame burning on the sword split the frost. He seized a gap and rushed out of the range covered by the breath before the ground was covered with frost.

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's attack continued.

After covering a large area of ​​the ground with frost, it flapped its wings again and fell in front of the swordsman who was trying to distance himself further.

It opened its mouth and exhaled another stream of freezing air.

This high-frequency action plus continuous exhalation fighting method, let alone this old and seriously injured Ice Fang Dragon, even if it was a young and strong one, it would have to stop and take a good breath first.

The swordsman understood that the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon was still anxious after all.

It wanted to squeeze out the little remaining physical strength at once and press him to death on this frost-covered snow.

But in the same way, as long as he survived this last wave, perhaps without any action, this old guy would fall down by himself.

After rolling sideways to avoid the breath that was sweeping in, the swordsman pointed the sword blade forward and stepped back to prepare for the attack.

In fact, he knew very well that there was a better way to deal with this situation.

One of the weaknesses of the Ice Fang Dragon is that it is afraid of light. A flash bomb can easily interrupt the last strong attack of the Ice Fang Dragon.

Once it is stunned by the strong light and falls down, the last breath of the strong force will be lost, and this old Ice Fang Dragon will probably never get up again.

But he doesn't plan to do this.

Hypocritical? Irrational? Or empathy to a certain extent? Maybe all of them.

The commander, the commander, Mecca, the wilderness. The companions who fought side by side in the past retired one by one and left the front line. Only he ignored the dissuasion and always stayed at the forefront of the battle with monsters.

Died gloriously in a duel with a powerful monster. This is the ending he prepared for himself.

But he couldn't accept being bitten from the back by a mosquito in the fierce battle, and died with paralysis all over his body.

Perhaps there is no concept of "honor" for monsters.

The cool title of "the last white knight" is just imposed on this guy by the young hunters who are nosy.

Only he saw his own shadow in this old dragon.

"When you get old, you tend to think too much." The swordsman said self-deprecatingly, "Come on, give me the last blow."

Even if we both perish and die on the ice field, it seems pretty good, just like returning home.

Abandoning all worries and distractions, the swordsman swung his long sword forward.

"Roar!"

The Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon also roared for the last time, opened its huge mouth, and raised its frost fangs to fight back.

The sword energy and frost energy intertwined and collided with the sharp blade and claws.

Giving up defense, letting the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's claws tear open his breastplate, leaving several scratches on his chest with blood and flesh turned outward, the swordsman turned into a residual image, turned around and swung the blade forward.

The air blade spun around.

This sword cut from the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon's neck to the chest.

It formed an interlaced cross with the wound left by the previous air blade cut that was still bleeding.

Another large burst of blood spurted out.

This sword took away the last strength of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon, and it fell heavily to the ground.

The old Ice Fang Dragon roared and struggled, trying to support its body with its front paws, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not stand up again.

The swordsman, who was also seriously injured, supported his body with his scabbard and came to the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon.

There was also a paralysis trap and several anesthetic bullets for capture in his bag.

The leader of the third group asked him to capture this Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon if there was a chance, and the people of the fourth group would be responsible for transportation.

This was done for research on the one hand, and on the other hand, it could be put into the arena to accumulate combat experience for young hunters.

"Want to live a little longer?" Regardless of whether the old Ice Fang Dragon could understand or not, the swordsman muttered to himself.

"Anesthetic bullets can slow down blood circulation. There are recovery honey bugs nearby that can help you stop bleeding, so you have a chance to continue living."

He stared at the Ice Fang Dragon's eyes, trying to find a trace of pleading, or a feeling of nostalgia for life.

Unfortunately, there was none.

As the blood continued to spurt, it lost the strength to move its limbs.

Realizing the inevitability of death, the old Ice Fang Dragon, who had survived for countless years in the ice and snow of the Everfrost, became calm.

Staring at the equally old hunter.

The swordsman smiled with relief, sheathed his sword, and did not take out the paralysis trap.

"Forget it, forget it. Instead of living in a cage, it's better to send you away in this snow." He sat down cross-legged next to the Ice Fang Dragon.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, the blood flowing from the neck wound gradually froze, and the impressive ice-blue pupils also expanded.

Finally, he completely lost his vitality.

The swordsman sat alone for a while, and suddenly, he felt dizzy.

The last claw of the Ice Fang Dragon was not light.

He felt a little breathless due to the journey, fighting, blood loss and the low temperature of the environment.

He took out two bottles of recovery medicine and a bottle of hot drink from his bag, drank them slowly, and rested for a while against the body of the old Ice Fang Dragon. The dizziness subsided little by little.

But the weakness caused by blood loss and exhaustion is not so easy to recover.

He looked down at the female fire dragon armor that was a little damaged, and then looked at the body of the Frost Blade Ice Fang Dragon.

The swordsman fell into deep thought.

"Well, maybe it's time to try out new equipment after a long absence? But it's a bit difficult for an old skeleton like me to peel off the materials and drag them back over the mountains and hills.

Hehehe, I'll trouble the young people occasionally."

The swordsman took out a flare from his bag and sent a distress signal to the air.

Then he wrapped himself in a cold-proof cloak, changed to a more comfortable position, and lay back next to the old Ice Fang Dragon, and even drilled into the thick hair.

"I'll try harder for a while."