"Buy time... Even so, shouldn't it be used as bait?"
Lide complained that there is no difference between the two expressions of Lord Lingwu in the current situation.
Maybe Lord Lingwu has some way to defeat this thing, but the prerequisite is that Lide must first attract firepower. This is a very dangerous move for Lide. He must pay attention to his own life while drawing hatred. It is definitely not an easy thing to say.
Lord Lingwu said coldly:
"After the solution, you can choose the materials on Jiaolong's body."
Lid immediately hammered his chest with his fist and said:
"Understood, go and dedicate your heart to the struggle against alien races!"
Although Lord Lingwu didn't understand what Lide was talking about again, seeing him rushing up resolutely, Lord Lingwu heaved a sigh of relief and began to focus on what he had to do. She raised her hand and held it in the air, a line of fire stretched from her hand to the sky. She showed this trick when she killed the Weeping Night Sandworm, but this time it was so much stronger than last time that Lide, who jumped forward, turned his head back and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Golden flames boiled on the ground, and within hundreds of meters, the flames rose upward like finely divided fireflies. The essence behind this is that the sword qi on Lord Lingwu's body has somehow skyrocketed by several levels, so when she uses the way of the sword to resist the fire, the posture displayed by the flame is naturally very different from before.
Jiaolong is obviously aware of this problem, even if his brain is not working well, he at least retains his basic perception of danger.
So it immediately opened its mouth wide, accumulating a powerful breath towards the place where Lord Lingwu was.
But before the breath could be released this time, Lied's heavy fist had already hit its face. Naturally, the dragon's breath also lost its aim, and it exploded on the distant stone wall, burning the air until it was boiling hot. Black flames appeared faintly on the black flame armor, burning a pitch-black scorched mark on Jiaolong's face, but it was difficult to cause further damage.
This punch successfully diverted Jiaolong's attention away from Lord Lingwu for a while, and instead slapped Lide's head with his claws.
Although there is still time to dodge in terms of time, but considering that he is helping the Lord of Lingwu to attract firepower, Li De must ensure that he appears in the sight of the dragon at all times, or can always cause effective damage to it. So he ignited the flames of the Black Flame Armor, mobilized all the strength in his body, and punched out, facing the dragon's slap hard.
This punch directly burned the rotten flesh of the dragon, leaving only the tip of the claw and the keel of the claws, and the wind from the punch made the dragon's bones crack. The two sides were in a stalemate for about three seconds, and after all Lide was shot backwards, Jiaolong immediately swung his tail and slapped Lide heavily.
home run.
Although the danger was foreseen in advance, there was no time to do more to deal with it. Lide raised his arms to catch the dragon's tail, and his whole body was immediately blown away. His two arms couldn't bear such a huge force, and he lost consciousness in an instant, and even his flesh and nerves probably appeared. serious injury.
Even though he knew that he was seriously injured, Li De still calculated his landing point, adjusted his posture before hitting the stone wall, stepped on the stone wall with both feet and rushed back, and kicked towards Jiaolong's horn.
Jiaolong was about to release his second breath towards Lord Lingwu, when suddenly he was kicked on the top of his head, his head sank, this time the breath exploded directly on the ground less than 50 meters away from Lord Lingwu, burning hot The flames directly burned a deep pit on the ground, and the hot wind blew up Lord Lingwu's clothes and blue hair together.
She remained motionless, not knowing whether it was because of her trust in Lide, or because she had completely focused on mobilizing this complex sword energy.
Li De spat blood on Jiaolong's head, and his arms gradually regained consciousness, but it was also accompanied by great pain. He raised his hand, and just as Jiaolong was about to throw himself at the Lingwu lord, he snapped off half of the dragon's horn with all his strength.
Jiaolong immediately began to struggle violently.
Lide's whole arm was bleeding, but with a smile on his face, as if he was coaxing a baby who couldn't grow up, he said to Jiaolong:
"Yes, let's make a fuss like this. The more fuss the better."
Li De raised his fist high and smashed it on the top of Jiaolong's head.
The flames from the Black Flame Armor flowed like a black sun, shining above the dragon's head. Lide held the dragon's horn with one hand, and kept bombarding its head with the other. This is the blind spot of Jiaolong's attack, and Lide was not polite. After dozens of punches, the sound of bones shattering could be heard in his ears. He didn't know if it was Lide's own finger bones, Jiaolong's skull, or both.
The dragon's roar became more and more intense, with countless anger and unwillingness in the roar.
If Lord Lingwu didn't stop him, Lide felt that he would continue to hammer until he smashed the dead dragon's head into pieces. However, rationality told Lide that even if the head was gone, this kind of living body would still be alive and kicking, and maybe it would release breath from the neck. That scene must be very strange.
Less than half a minute had passed since Lord Lingwu asked Li De to help drag the dragon, but Li De felt that this period of time seemed extremely long. In the end, he waited until Lord Lingwu gave a clear shout:
"Get out of the way!"
Li De kicked the remaining horn of Jiaolong, and jumped down from a high place like a diver.
Before he landed, there was already an explosion behind him, and the ensuing heat wave directly blew him away!
Lide turned his head and was cut by the frenzied sword energy in the air almost instantly. He raised his eyebrows and immediately realized the source of the sword energy. When Qingyun died, he gave half of his sword energy to Alayah, and the great swordsman Garberd must have done the same to Lord Lingwu. And the Lord of Lingwu is more able to use this windfall money more vividly than Alaiya. This incomparably sharp sword qi cuts off the head in the form of flames. Tore off its scales, burned its carrion, cut into its lungs, and finally chopped a head-sized magic crystal buried in its body into two pieces.
The roar of the flood dragon echoed here for a long time, but its body could not escape the fate of falling down.
When Li De landed, he looked at the Lingwu lord who was full of sword aura, and there was a bit of inexplicable meaning in his eyes.
He was evaluating whether the current self could kill the Lingwu lord at the most critical moment. After all, the woman in front of him was no different from Shizhong except that she had not been robbed by heaven. This body of sword energy can be seen to be the direct inheritance of Garberd, and the once recognized number one in the world may be even more difficult to deal with than Qingyun back then.