The two wings of the one-eyed black dragon were tightly attached to the sides of the body, but Jenkins could see that only two-thirds of the wings were left on one side, and it seemed that the other party should have lost the ability to fly.
The black dragon is seriously injured, but there is no doubt that this is a genuine pure-blooded black dragon, and it is definitely not just a young dragon.
"What weakness does the black dragon have?"
He mentally recounted the memory desperately, and at the same time, the panting dragon's one tawny eye was fixed on Jenkins.
The moment the two looked at each other, the time and space around them changed again. The natural breath is far away from here, and the plants in the muddy pond are withered in large numbers, leaving only some terrible dead branches still standing in the muddy water. The blood color in the muddy water did not disappear, and there were more brownish yellow and jet black things with a foul smell.
It seems that in an instant the area "rotted" away, leaving only Jenkins and the black dragon untouched.
"Maybe the enemy is a brilliant illusionist, and the dragon is just a phantom. After all, it is a bit exaggerated to use a black dragon as an opponent."
Jenkins comforted himself in his heart, and then asked:
"You know what's going on right now?"
"Yes, of course."
The black dragon spoke Elvish, obviously seeing Jenkins' bloodline. And when it spoke, Jenkins also confirmed that this is really a real entity, not some illusion.
This is very troublesome, even if the other party is judged to be equal to the strength of the three-headed golem just now because of the injury, the pure-blooded dragon's spell resistance is frighteningly high, not as obvious as the golem. weakness.
Although the sword in Jenkins' hand can cut through the opponent's hard dragon skin, it is still difficult to get close to it.
One person and one dragon stared at each other, Jenkins held his breath, and the black dragon also held his breath. The dragon's neck swelled slightly from holding its breath, as if an expanding ball was stuck in its neck.
This scene is quite familiar to Jenkins. He has seen this scene countless times in the history of the dragon melee in Black Town.
In the next second, black flames spewed out from the black dragon's mouth. The flames, like a sea of fire, sprayed from left to right as the dragon turned its head.
Jenkins knew that he couldn't dodge such a range attack, so he simply stood still and slashed forward with a sword. I don't know if he is too powerful now, or if the black dragon was really seriously injured, the shining sword light actually split the jet of black flames, and even hurt the dragon's head, adding another scar on its face. scar.
Not only Jenkins didn't expect it, but Black Dragon didn't expect it either. The two sides resumed their previous stare again. Jenkins was thinking of attacking later, and he didn't know what the black dragon was thinking.
But fortunately, this dragon can't fly for the time being, otherwise Jenkins would not be able to win the air battle while sitting on a high stool. Seeing that the one-eyed black dragon seemed to have a longer life than him, Jenkins stopped waiting and took a step forward with his sword in hand.
"Your sword is too strong. It's not fair, half-elf. You are hurting the noble honor of the elves."
Black Dragon protested loudly.
"Sorry, I'm not an elf, and I've never been in an elf group."
Jenkins answered casually, mentally tense, ready to meet the dragon's counterattack at any time. But the black dragon didn't do that, instead he asked:
"Huh? In your era, the elves didn't recognize the identity of the half-blood elves?"
"No, there are no elves in the material world of my time."
He took another step forward, and the black dragon's body shook, but he still didn't fight back, as if he had given up his defense.
"No more elves? This is such a boring world."
"Not only are there no elves, there are no dragons either."
"So what's left of the physical world?"
It asked again, and Jenkins stepped forward again.
"Only humans are left."
With a sharp wave of his hand, the air bomb ring on his finger immediately detonated the air between Jenkins and the black dragon. The gushing airflow and the extremely strong air pressure change caused by the explosion filled the surrounding with water mist.
In the mist, Jenkins descended from the sky, stabbing the head of the black dragon with a sword in both hands.
The dragon raised its neck unhurriedly, and as the neck swelled and moved to the mouth, it grew its mouth, and the scorching black dragon's breath sprayed towards the sky, this time the intensity was obviously stronger than the attack just now. It was actively showing weakness just now, trying to lure Jenkins closer.
But the sword in Jenkins' hand still split the jet of black flame. The coat on his body protected Jenkins from the continuous damage of the dragon's breath, and the sword that pierced through the breath slashed firmly on the dragon's head.
The blade pierced the dragon's skin, and bright red blood poured out like a fountain, making Jenkins almost think that dragons might also have large arteries in their faces. Although it was not a fatal injury, Jenkins failed to continue the stab and was slapped back to the ground by the black dragon's claws like a fly. But the curse of the undead attached to the sword has already exerted its effect at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In fact, Jenkins' strength is weaker than that of the injured black dragon. The World Tree seedlings are just growing, and he hasn't had time to let him dig into the natural power. Therefore, gaining the upper hand at this moment is purely due to the power of the weapon in hand.
Back then, Skrull Pompeii relied on the skull sword to escape from the church demigods and Jenkins repeatedly, and he also relied on the power of the sword.
So Jenkins, who knew where his advantages lay, gave up the idea of killing with one blow. After successfully hitting the dragon's head once, he turned to walking around the dragon steadily, taking the opportunity to add a wound to the opponent from time to time, so that the undead The curse is stronger.
The black dragon can't move, which is the most serious problem after its injury. His claws, dragon breath, and even spells were barely affected by the damage, but the inability to move made it less of a threat to Jenkins.
Of course, Black Dragon would not know the origin of the sword in Jenkins' hands, but this did not prevent him from understanding Jenkins' plan after adding a few wounds on his body:
"Half-elf, you are mean!"
Even a pure-blooded black dragon can't stand the cursed power of the Holy Sword of Bone.
Of course Jenkins knew it was mean, so he didn't answer the black dragon's words at all.
"Without that weapon, you are nothing at all."
Long continued to growl, actually trying to distract Jenkins, but Jenkins still ignored it.
"One day, when you throw away the weapon in your hand, you will realize how much power you have left without that sword."
It continued, and then sprayed a black sea of flames in front of it again.
Jenkins didn't know that the color "bright black" really existed until today, but the dragon's breath, which should be the most difficult, has no effect on Jenkins at all. Anastasia's breath might be able to crush Jenkins head-on if he was fully prepared, but the injured black dragon is obviously weak.
Such a long and continuous battle releases the power in the body step by step. This made the value of fighting greater than expected. After the World Tree grew, it happened to encounter this strange situation that could adapt to and use power step by step. In this respect, Jenkins' luck is really pretty good.