Chapter 663 Dragon Executioner

"Go to the side." Morea waved her palm forward, and slapped the dragon hunter who was standing on the dying white dragon, whose head was rapidly regenerating. Under the palm of Moreya's human form, the hunter flew away. The dragon man just resisted for a breath and flew out backwards, hitting the mountains behind him, smashing a bottomless cave, and the rocks were rolling.

"Just the human state has such a powerful strength, such a powerful dragon!" The flesh and bone slag that had just been smashed under Moria's two slaps was maddened in the cave where the dragon hunter smashed it. Flooded away, as if it had a life of its own.

Under the gaze of Moreya, a human with a sullen face walked out staggeringly. It could be seen that the head that had been blown up by Moreya and the collapsed chest were rapidly regenerating and recovering.

"Terrorist power!" The hook-nosed dragon hunter tore off the deformed armor, revealing the robe below, and looked at Morea with emotion, "It seems that I am doomed today. ."

"You do have self-knowledge." Morea glanced at the white dragon next to him, who was showing hope again, his eyes were cold, "But why don't you try to escape? Maybe you can run out."

"There is no need to try. I have played with so many dragons, and I know that sooner or later I will be killed by a stronger dragon." The dragon hunter with a sullen face was unexpectedly open-minded, "So there is no need to escape, but I I want to resist."

As he said, a faint blood flame ignited on the dragon hunter, his breath rose rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a black snake exuding a gloomy and icy aura was entrenched behind him, and as he burned his blood, getting bigger.

"Ridiculous."

"You dragons are always so arrogant. If you could be a little bit shy about us ant-like humans, maybe there would be no me now."

The dragon hunter who burned himself disappeared completely, turning into a huge black snake, exuding a foul-smelling miasma, and the rocks and snow that came into contact with it made a "Zizi" sound, and then the black snake roared. With a sound, with an indomitable and decisive momentum, he bit towards Morea.

Morea didn't say anything else, but pulled out a sword with an ancient divine script engraved on its spine, which was only more than one meter, and then slashed down at this huge black snake, a pale golden half-moon-shaped sword. Mang flew out, swallowing the power of the surrounding elements, expanding rapidly, and soon covered the sky, filling the sight of the black snake.

In the dying white dragon's eyes, when the sword glow appeared, the world became darker, and only this golden sword glow remained, which became the only one in his eyes. This sword glow fell to the human being. On the black snake that the dragon hunter turned into, the snake body it turned into was cut open by the sword glow like a hob cutting butter.

"The dragon hunting journey of my life is now over.

"Just the moment of contact, the dragon hunter whose body was destroyed did not have any annoyance in his heart, and he was mentally prepared the day he started hunting dragons.

In his capacity, he can enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth in the human kingdom. Just being there, he is the greatest deterrent, but he just chose the most profitable and most dangerous path of hunting dragons.

There was no special reason for the original dragon hunt, just for revenge, for the parents and brothers and sisters who were swallowed alive by a dragon beast, and for the hometown that was trampled and destroyed by the evil dragon, just, that's all.

"I've killed enough dragons." The body was blasted by the black snake cut into several sections, turning into a cloud of gray mist, and then revealing the dragon hunter in it, and then looking up at the high above, stepping on the top of the crystal dragon's head Looking down on his Morea.

"But I'm still not satisfied! I haven't killed enough dragons." The dragon hunter, whose mentality had already been twisted in the lonely dragon hunting journey, looked at Morea with a distorted smile on his face. , like a demon.

Then the blood inflammation that had gradually extinguished on his body burned again, but it seemed powerless, and soon a new force merged into this flame, which was actually the blood inflammation that embodied the burning of his vitality. It suddenly became somewhat transparent, and the blood color in it gradually faded and became somewhat transparent.

"Burning the soul, but what's the use? It's just a dying struggle."

"What's the use?" The smile on the dragon hunter's face became more and more weird, and then it became a little hideous, and his body seemed a little illusory, "I can leave a trace on you, a big man of the dragon family, so that you can remember me. This insignificant human ant."

In this ferocious voice, the dragon hunter's body completely disappeared and turned into a black thorn less than one meter, and this black thorn just condensed and formed, and quickly shot at Morea's forehead, with the tragic death of both. Decisive momentum.

"Boring." Morea grabbed the black thorn that he was reaching for. Thunder lingered in his hand, and then he held the black thorn with a dull expression, and the sound of severe corrosion sounded, and Morea's palm Countless black smoke emerged from the gap, and this black thorn clashed violently with the Thunder in Morea's hand, and then the black thorn became smaller and smaller, and finally gradually turned into nothingness.

"It's too weak, I didn't leave any traces." Morea spread out her palms, her fingers were white and red, her skin was fair and tender, and there was no trace.

"It's a pity, I still want to let him experience the way he tortured the dragon, but he died like this, it's really cheap for him."

"You can try it with other dragon slayers." Hearing Morea's words, the crystal ancient dragon under his feet suggested, "It is best to let those dragon slayers die in endless pain."

"Can you stand up?" Morea looked at the white dragon with ecstasy in his eyes that didn't seem to contain any emotion, "Just now that guy seems to have used a lot of methods to torture you, do you remember them all? ?"

"My body has all been written down, my esteemed lord," Bai Long said with hatred on his face, pulling scales, skinning, cramping, deboning... He had experienced the most painful criminal law of the dragon race once.

"If I ask you to use all your criminal laws on humans, do you have the ability?" Morea asked.

"Yes." Bai Long responded decisively. He had probably guessed why the two powerful dragon clans came here. This was their dragon clan's counterattack against the dragon hunters.

"Then come with me!" Morea waved his hand and left the snowy mountain with the two dragons, and followed the direction of the other dragon hunters he mastered. His duty this time was to sweep Those human legends who are purely hobby of slaying dragons, get rid of them.