Chapter 1263 Buried in Ice and Snow
The Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon, whose life has entered a countdown, took the initiative to launch an offensive.
Even in this desperate situation, the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon's attacks still have a unique rhythm and rhythm.
Rather than half-mad creatures like the Tyrannosaurus Rex, with only crazy violence and no reason.
With a small jump, he came to the sword master and swung out two giant claws one after another.
The master swordsman turned sideways to deflect the first attack with a reverse cassock slash, and then used a piercing cut to dodge the subsequent claw attack.
Just as he got out of the way of the second claw strike, before he could adjust his movements, the whip-like giant tail of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon struck from a hidden angle.
This seemingly ordinary three-hit combo shocked the swordsman into a cold sweat. The attack rhythm of the tail strike was obviously faster than the previous two claw strikes.
This guy is consciously changing and cheating. Ordinary flying dragons will never have this awareness.
Iai drew his sword as fast as he could, then immediately unsheathed his sword and passed by the incoming giant tail.
The Flying Dragon Blade [Silver] left a few inconspicuous wounds on the thick tail of the Ice Tooth Dragon's carapace, but the sword master's steps were stunned.
In this round of confrontation, the hunter is the loser.
Although he successfully used the Iai Slash to neutralize the tail blow, he had no time to adjust to the optimal sword angle and was unable to neutralize the impact of the tail blow.
My chest felt tight, my palms were cracked by severe pain, and the sword in my hand was almost thrown out.
The swordsman master quickly stabilized his pace, adjusted his posture, and raised his sword again.
After the tail strike, the Ice Tooth Dragon flapped its wings without any pause, soared into the air, and then turned over with a dexterity that was inconsistent with its huge size, and moved behind the hunter.
A large stream of extremely cold white vapor spurted out from its mouth and enveloped the hunter.
The swordsman master wielded his sword, and the blazing high-temperature dragon flames on the sword split the freezing air. He seized a gap and rushed out of the range covered by his breath before the ground was covered with frost.
The Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon's attack continues.
After covering a large area of the ground with frost, it flapped its wings again and landed in front of the sword master who was trying to further distance himself.
He opened his mouth and let out another burst of cold air.
This fighting method of high-frequency movements and continuous breaths, let alone this old and seriously injured Icetooth Dragon, even a young and strong one has to stop and take a few breaths first .
The swordsman master understood that the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon was finally in a hurry.
I want to squeeze out the remaining physical strength at once and press him to death on this piece of frost-covered snow.
But similarly, as long as you survive this last wave, maybe this old guy will fall without taking action.
After rolling sideways to avoid the incoming breath, the sword master pointed his sword forward and stepped back to prepare for the attack.
In fact, he knew very well that there was a better way to handle this situation.
Photophobia in the eyes is one of the weaknesses of the Icetooth Dragon. Just a flash bomb can easily interrupt the Icetooth Dragon's final attack.
Once he was stunned by the bright light and fell down, the last force of his strength was deflated, and the old ice-toothed dragon would probably never be able to get up again.
But he wasn't going to do that.
Pretentious? Irrational? Or some degree of empathy? Maybe both.
Leader, Commander, Mecca, Wilderness. The companions who fought side by side retired one by one and left the front line. Only he, regardless of dissuasion, always stayed at the forefront of fighting monsters.
To die gloriously in a duel with a powerful monster was the ending he prepared for himself.
But he couldn't accept being attacked by a mosquito and bitten from behind during a fierce battle, leaving him paralyzed and dying.
Maybe for monsters, there is no concept of "honor".
Cool titles like "The Last White Knight" were just imposed on this guy by the meddlesome young hunters.
Only he saw his own shadow in this old dragon.
"I like to think too much when I get older." The swordsman master said mockingly, "Come on, let's give the last blow."
Even if we die together and are buried in the ice field, it seems pretty good. Just think of returning to your hometown.
Putting aside all worries and distractions, the swordsman swung his sword forward.
"Roar!"
The Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon also burst out with a final roar, opened its huge mouth, and raised its frost teeth to attack.
The sword energy and freezing energy crisscrossed each other, and the sharp blades collided with the claws.
Give up on defense and let the sharp claws of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon tear open his breastplate, leaving several fleshy and everted scratches on his chest. The swordsman master turned into an afterimage and spun around. Swing the blade forward.
Air Blade Swing.
This sword slashed from the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon's neck to its chest.
It forms a staggered cross with the wound that was still bleeding from the previous air blade cut.
Another big puff of blood spurted out.
This sword took away the last strength of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon, and it fell heavily to the ground.
The old Icetooth 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 sword master, who was also seriously injured, leaned on his body with the scabbard and came to the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon.
His luggage also contained a pair of paralysis traps and several tranquilizer bombs for capture.
The leader of the third phase group asked him to capture this Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon if he had a chance, and the people from the fourth phase group would be responsible for transporting it.
On the one hand, this is done for research, and on the other hand, it can be put into the arena to accumulate combat experience for young hunters.
“Do you want to live a little longer?” Regardless of whether the old ice-toothed dragon understood it or not, the swordsman master said to himself.
"Anesthetic bombs can slow down blood circulation, and there are recovery honeybugs seen nearby, which can help you stop bleeding, so you have a chance to continue to live."
He stared at the eyes of the Ice Tooth Dragon, trying to find a clue. Pleading, or emotions such as nostalgia for life.
Unfortunately not.
As the blood continued to spurt out, it lost the power to even move its limbs.
Realizing the inevitability of death, the old Icetooth Dragon, which had survived in the ice and snow of the eternal frost for countless years, became calm.
Staring at the equally old hunter.
The swordsman smiled in relief and put the sword into its sheath without taking out the paralysis trap.
"Forget it, rather than being locked in a cage and surviving, I might as well see you off in this snow." He sat down cross-legged next to the Ice-toothed Dragon.
After waiting quietly for a few minutes, the blood flowing in the neck wound gradually froze, and the impressive pair of ice blue pupils also expanded.
In the end, it completely lost its vitality.
The swordsman master sat quietly alone for a while. Suddenly, he felt dizzy.
The last claw of the Ice Tooth Dragon is not light.
The journey, fighting, blood loss and the low temperature of the environment made him feel a little out of breath.
Take out two bottles of recovery medicine and one hot drink from your luggage, drink it slowly, and rest against the body of the old Ice-toothed Dragon for a while before the dizziness subsides little by little.
But the weakness caused by blood loss and physical exhaustion is not so easy to recover from.
He looked down at the badly damaged armor of the female fire dragon, and then at the body of the Frost Blade Ice Tooth Dragon.
The swordsman was lost in thought.
“Well, maybe it’s time to try out new equipment after a long time? But it’s a bit fatal to let me peel off the materials and drag them back over the mountains and ridges with these old bones.
Hey. Hehe, just trouble the young people once in a while.”
The swordsman master took out a signal bomb from his bag and pointed it into the air, sending out a distress signal.
Then he wrapped himself in a cold-proof cloak, changed into a more comfortable position, lay down next to the old Icetooth Dragon again, and burrowed into the thick hair.
"Just try harder for a while." (End of chapter)