Chapter 1970 The Manic Red Winged Dragon

What Odachi said was like a wake-up call, waking me up.

You are right. The withered bones of the evil dragon Spitz sealed at the end of the tomb only have a broken skeleton and no throat, but it can still spit out poisonous dragon breath. What does this mean?

It shows that dragon breath is not sprayed out from the body at all, but a kind of magic unique to them!

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but speed up my pace.

Regardless of whether dragon's breath is really a type of magic as I suspected, its power cannot be underestimated.

The poisonous dragon's breath is okay, I am immune to the poison, but the dragon's breath of the Red Winged Dragon is directly related to the high temperature.

You ask how I know?

Isn’t this nonsense!

There's smoke coming out of its mouth!

And there's still thick smoke!

I can even smell a faint smell of rotten eggs!

It definitely smells like burning sulfur!

God knows how there is sulfur in the mouth of the red pterosaur?

I spread my legs and ran all the way. Suddenly, I felt a heat wave coming, which made my back very warm.

But I know that this is not to say that the temperature of the dragon's breath is low, but because the distance is far, the residual heat of the dragon's breath attenuates to a warm level when it reaches my back.

As for the true temperature of the dragon's breath, I didn't need to look at it at all. I could tell by just hearing the crackling sound behind me. It was the sound of the floor tiles being burned until they exploded.

"Ahhhh!" I roared uncontrollably: "Why hasn't the dragon's breath stopped yet? How big is this guy's lung capacity!"

Odachi echoed: "I can probably finish singing 'My Sun' in one breath."

As I kept running, I was about to hit the wall. Finally, the warmth on my back gradually dissipated, followed by waves of coolness.

This coolness has nothing to do with the Red Winged Dragon, but it is because when I was running wildly, my clothes were soaked with sweat. When the hot dragon's breath stopped, the remaining warmth on my back quickly began to cool down, so I felt Waves of coolness hit.

It wasn't until this moment that I finally realized how cold it was in this hall.

After taking a breath, I stared at the red-winged dragon and found that it was not easy either. The dragon's breath also consumed a lot of its magic value and physical strength. But even so, it was still a very dangerous existence to me.

The ground, burned red by the flames, quickly cooled down, leaving only a large area of ​​charred black and uneven cracks.

While dodging the pursuit of the Red Winged Dragon, I horrifiedly speculated on how exaggerated the temperature of the dragon's breath would be.

I vaguely remember the experience of encountering the nine-headed dragon in the gap space. It was also a scorching flame. Although the flames of the nine-headed dragon have a huge range, the temperature does not seem to be as exaggerated as that of the red pterodactyl. At least it will not bake the hard floor tiles. into coke.

Soon, a thought came to my mind: If the red winged dragon and the nine-headed dragon competed in a duel, who would be the final winner?

If Bakar, the Tyrannosaurus King, was still in the Zephyr Continent, I would have no hesitation in betting that the Red Winged Dragon would win, but after hundreds of millions of years, I don’t think that the Red Winged Dragon can surely defeat the Nine-Headed Dragon— - Even if the red pterosaur can prevent fire, it still has at least eight useless heads. Who knows if it can also spray poison, spray ice spray and other other abilities.

After thinking wildly for a while, the Red Winged Dragon opened its beak full of fangs, charged up its power again, and breathed out another breath.

Another wave of heat came over me, burning my back.

I adjusted my steps to try to maintain the distance between me and the dragon's breath, while using the temperature of the dragon's breath to ward off the cold.

While driving away the cold, I tried my best to adjust my breathing, trying to maintain my body temperature by changing my breathing pattern after the dragon's breath stopped spraying, so as not to shiver from the cold.

The dragon's breath stopped again. Thanks to my preparations, I didn't become shivering because of the sudden drop in temperature.

Glancing back, the Red Winged Dragon's physical strength seemed to have dropped a bit, and its flying speed was not as fast as before.

"Ha, okay, if you keep doing this for a while, it won't be able to fly, and it won't be able to breathe out dragon breath. By then, I can abuse it unilaterally."

"Not bad, brat." Odachi also gave me a rare compliment: "I didn't expect you to be quite clever sometimes. When the enemy advances, I retreat, and when the enemy is tired, I attack. This tactic allows you to display it to the fullest."

I chuckled and continued to circle around the Red Winged Dragon.

This guy sprayed dragon breath twice in a row, and his speed had slowed down a lot. Seeing this, I carried out the tactical policy of "Killing you while you are sick", relying on the flexibility of the body, and kept slashing the knife on the Red Winged Dragon's body. .

The red pterosaur's scales are tougher when cut than those of the blue pterosaur and the khaki pterosaur. I have been chopping for two hours, but I still can't break its defense!

Failure to break through the defense means that it cannot be defeated, and failure to defeat it means that the battle will continue.

At this moment, I feel a little tired. If I keep fighting like this, when my energy is exhausted, it will be my turn to be slaughtered.

no!

We must not let this happen!

I gritted my teeth and provoked the Red Winged Dragon in a more intense way - I wanted to irritate it, completely irritate it. Any creature, when angry, will burst out with extremely powerful power. This power is the The remaining power of a living thing has always been hidden, but as long as this power is completely exhausted, it will be at the end of its struggle.

The Red Winged Dragon is obviously a straight-tempered dragon creature, otherwise it wouldn't use dragon breath to deal with me casually. If I were it, I would definitely kill myself by killing myself. After all, it's a straightforward physical attack. It is far more accurate than this magic attack.

Fortunately it's not me and it doesn't have my intelligence.

After provoking it for more than an hour, the Red Winged Dragon finally became furious. It took a deep breath, then violently flapped its wings and flew around the hall in an almost crazy manner. As it flew, it sprayed dragon breath from its mouth.

And this time the dragon's breath it breathed was different from the previous ones. This time the dragon's breath was sprayed wildly and randomly as if it was free, almost flying to wherever it went. Wherever it went, it was filled with scorching heat and heat. Exploded ground.

I was so frightened by this lunatic's aura that I fled to the edge of the hall, clinging to the wall of the hall while trying not to make any noise.

The breath of the red pterosaur lasted for more than an hour. Eighty percent of the ground in the hall was scorched, and even the pterosaur corpse I placed in the corner was roasted. Half of them were recovered, and those pterosaur carcasses that had not been recovered in time were all turned into charcoal.

I'm glad that the red pterosaur didn't come to my place, otherwise I would be familiar with it.

Subconsciously I breathed a sigh of relief. When I looked up, I caught sight of a faint fluorescent light from the corner of my eye. I was suddenly startled and turned my head sharply. Through the translucent light film that acted as a wall, I could only see the pitch-black deep sea.

However, there was clearly a flash of fluorescence just now!

Is it my misunderstanding?