Dragon Stalker

Chapter 37

"Aw~~" When Ying stabbed into the left eye of the flying fire dragon, when the -129 damage floated up, the flying fire dragon let out a loud roar, and slapped Ying on the ground with a palm, and Ying suffered -74 damage at once, and the breastplate It was actually torn apart, and the chest and abdomen were scratched out several centimeters deep, and red blood flowed out.

Because of the great pain and impact, Ying didn't get up for a while, but Feilonghuo had already opened his mouth wide, aiming at Ying with a fireball the size of a football, and it was about to spray out.

"Aw~~" Just when Ying was about to be instantly killed by a fireball, a sharp arrow suddenly shot over, directly hitting the fireball, and directly detonated the fireball.

"Wow~" When Feihuolong's mouth was blown to a bloody mess, Ying just stood up when he received a system message.

"Player Fusheng Yimeng invited you to join the team, do you accept?" Ying did not hesitate at all, and directly clicked to accept.Without looking back to see who shot the arrow, it rushed directly to the belly of the flying fire dragon.

"Ghosts and gods!" "Rage!" Ying roared, swinging the devil's fang in the shape of a sword, and slashing straight up! -
13, -14, -16, -15, -18, -20.With Ying's six consecutive slashes, he directly killed more than 100 blood of Feichaolong.

After chopping 6 knives, Ying immediately turned over to avoid the claws of the flying fire dragon. At the same time, five sharp arrows shot at the flying fire dragon's head at the same time.Without any hesitation, Ying relied on his agility to keep slashing around the flying fire dragon.

"Aw~~" The Flying Fire Dragon flapped its wings and whipped up a gust of wind. It seemed that it was frightened by the attacks of the two and planned to run away.

"I want to run, there's no way!" Ying yelled, and stabbed the flying fire dragon's stomach with a knife, and grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand, and was taken up into the sky by the flying fire dragon.

"Tsk tsk, this guy must be that lunatic!" Fusheng Yimeng put away his bow and arrow, looked at the rising and shrinking figure in the sky, and smiled wryly.

"Bastard!" Ying desperately grabbed the handle of the knife and let the flying fire dragon shake it, but he didn't let go.

There is no way to go on like this, if I lose my energy and exhaust my energy, I will be finished!When Ying was anxious, he suddenly thought of a good way.

"I can't stab you to death!" Ying took out the skinning knife, aimed at the weakly defended belly of the flying fire dragon, and stabbed desperately.

(End of this chapter)