Monster life starting from picking up materials

But after seeing the stronger sword tail he mentioned, the swordsman master realized that he could not just copy his experience from that time.

Because both the power and intensity are far greater than before.

"Well, warm-up is over then."

The swordsman who had completed his rehabilitation tensed his muscles, clenched his large sword, and faced the dragon in front of him.

What’s so special about dragon blood? We’ll find out after the battle is over.

Paying full attention is the only way to show respect to a strong enemy!

Pulling the hot sword tail out of his mouth, Ji Jie stared at the swordsmanship master who was stepping forward.

A familiar feeling of being scammed.

Is the porcelain shattered real or fake? Try it and you'll find out!

The tail of the red blade swung out, ending the knife-holding stance again and turning into a wide-open and close attack, jumping and chopping down.

And the one who meets the sword's tail is the one who points at the opponent!

That's the Qi Blade Slash!

He could feel that the tail of his sword, which was supposed to hit the target, was picked up by him and pushed to the side after colliding with the sword master's sword, missing the target by a hair's breadth.

The sword seemed to move in the same direction as his powerful blow, turning to the side and back, and rotating his body along with it.

The swordsman master followed this force, using his own strength to pry the beast dragon's huge power, diverting his own slashing trajectory with his sword, and then slashed on his sword armor with this force.

Use your strength to return the favor.

The air blade slash was not followed by an exquisite combo of one-character text, but an equally vigorous air blade spin.

The sparks burned the flying shell fragments, and the spinning blade moved in the flesh and blood, and the blood it brought out dyed the blade red.

Without sheathing his sword, the swordsmanship master remained in a horizontal swinging position.

Dragon blood dripped onto the ground, and the swordsman's arms stopped feeling numb, and he lowered his blade.

He looked straight ahead and saw that the scar at the base of the dragon's tail had healed.

Surprised, but not distracted.

Ji Jie also pulled back the blade, swept it across the cut that had already stopped bleeding, and took a deep breath.

He was also thinking back to his last battle with the sword master.

After a feint, people will gradually get used to seeing through it, and it will only be seen through faster next time.

The essence of a feint is to trick the opponent into making a weak point. But what if you turn the moment of the feint into a violent attack?

Are you tired of coping?

Even when you are old, you can withstand the attack of the Ice Curse Dragon that is powerful enough to penetrate the skull of the flying dragon and launch a counterattack. You will only be stronger when you are young.

But, every strike here is enough to chop off the dragon's head.

As his rage grew, Ji Jie no longer pursued perfection in every strike, and the flexible sword tail inherited from the Sulfur Slashing Dragon began to dance in unison with his steps.

Big spin! Sweep! Sweep! Vertical chop! Sweep!

Two consecutive slashes! Earth-shattering sweep!

At this moment, the swordsmanship master was like a fallen leaf, drifting and dancing in the wild wind.

However, the green flying leaves were intact and were not torn apart by the storm of the special dragon-slaying attack.

Perhaps in the future, the old hunters who can withstand the blow of the steel dragon skeleton piercing the flying dragon skull will be able to fall down early and relax, and leave the stage to the young people.

But in this era when no one else has stepped forward, no matter where he is, the center of the stage still belongs to him.

Facing the sweeping blow that tore up the earth and plowed down like a bulldozer, the swordsman's tired and painful muscles bulged again.

"It's not time to leave yet!"

The clenched flying leaf knife was raised again, and it was a posture called Mirror Flower and Water Moon.

He will dance.

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Chapter 174: What can be derived from the Air Blade Cut?

Ji Jie didn't notice the swordsmanship master's stance.

He just kept hacking away, ignoring the minor injuries a falling leaf could cause, and hacked away endlessly.

Chop means cut, and chop means sweep.

In the eyes of other large monsters, he was just slashing around in the air like a madman, searching for enemies.

Because the fallen leaves have long been covered in the flying dust.

A flash of knife light appeared in the dust, and all movements in the field of vision seemed to be stopped instantly.

Whether it was the flying dirt and dust, or the sword tail that swept over like a continuous city wall.

It's like a mirage in the mirror.

Just because a hunter was hacking at the continuous city walls sweeping in front of him.

He swung his knife and held the city wall.

He brought down his knife to cut the wall into the ground.

With pure strength and skill, he chopped back the tail of the dragon-slaying sword, leaving a smooth gap on the blade.

Ji Jie's body was staggering backward along with the sword tail that was repelled.

The sword tail was raised again, Zhanlong tilted his head and looked at the crack on it in surprise.

It's not just this crack. The tail of the sword is already full of scars from constant collisions with fallen leaves.

These wounds should have burst into a flash of sword light at this moment, and the sword tail should have broken at this moment, but the healing ability that should not belong to Zhanlong suppressed these.

The sword tail is not broken.

Looking at the swordsmanship master's sword again, the flying leaf knife was covered with shell fragments and coagulated blood, and was completely blunted by the previous blow.

But again there was no break.

The female fire dragon, who had suffered from the pursuit of the dragon-slaying monster during her lifetime, seemed to have seen the hope of victory after death. She had already given herself to the hunter's body and mind to continuously nourish the hunter's almost dried-up physical strength.

Increased physical strength.

Physical strength recovery increased.

This is the skill of the female fire dragon set.

"Huh, do you have time to sharpen your knife?"

The panting hunter squatted down slightly, holding the knife by his side, and took out the whetstone with one hand to quickly scrape off the attachments on the blade.

Even when he was sharpening his sword, his mind and muscles seemed to be tense, and the blade of the sword was facing the dragon, as if he could raise the sword at any time.

Ji Jie did not reply, but just threw the tail of the sword into his mouth, lubricating the sword with magma and sharpening it with his teeth.

The physical strength of the man and the dragon was restored after a short respite.

The season is full, and the swordsmanship master——

Oh, he took medicine.

He raised his visor slightly, drank a bottle of wine on the spot, wiped his mouth, and then slid the visor off again.

But the recovery will definitely not be as fast as the end of the season.

After sharpening the knife and drinking the medicine, the battle cooled down during the intermission, but it still maintained a high intensity.

After all, the heavy and sharp sword tail is a high-intensity threat to hunters no matter how you look at it.

This battle was not without spectators. The thief dragons, who had nothing to do on weekdays, watched from the woods, waiting for an opportunity to take advantage of when one of the sides fell.

But until the moment they were blown away by the storm, they did not find any opportunity to take advantage of.

The swordsmanship master broke through the outward-spreading gale with a single blow and stabilized his body.

Facing Zhanlong with his sword drawn, he steadied his body and performed the etiquette between swordsmen in the same sword-drawing posture.

The hilt of the sword collided with the scabbard, and then bounced out slightly due to the reaction force, preparing for the opportunity to be unsheathed.

The head was slightly raised, and the eyes behind it were hotter than the fire.

The swordsmanship master suddenly had the feeling that he shouldn't be a monster.

The feeling was fleeting, and he grasped it along with the hilt of the sword.

The scabbard was thrown directly into the air by the concentrated force of the sword and stuck straight into the soil.

Ji Jie passed by the sword master, they stood in opposite directions, each holding their swords high.

But such scenes and postures disappeared with the belated burst of sword light.

The broken sword tail flew out, and the layers of scars on the sword tail shell could no longer be suppressed by its self-healing ability, and finally it was completely broken by this blow.

Ji Jie lost his balance in an instant and staggered to the ground.

The swordsman quickly twisted his body, and with his remaining strength, he sheathed the two large swords at his ribs, then lunged forward while running.

Air blade cuts!

His turning happened at the same time as Ji Jie fell, and the flying sword tail also fell when the tip was about to reach Zhanlong's body.

The heavy broken sword tail hit the swordsman master directly, causing him to fall forward while running and fall directly to the ground.

He used his arms to slightly support his body, but as he watched Zhanlong stand up and walk away, he could only stretch out his hands in vain.

Almost—

Fell down from exhaustion.

Ji Jie, who was about to retreat after his tail was cut off, looked back after running two steps and saw the sword master who had fallen down due to exhaustion, and the sword tail fell on him.

“Shh…Hmph!”

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Look at this sword!

Although he was laughing, Ji Jie ran a few more steps to create footprints and transformed into a smoke weasel, then turned back to observe the situation of the swordsman master.

Not dead, just exhausted.

After turning into a Tengumon and tiptoeing to flip him over, Jijie quickly turned back into a Smoke Weasel.

He rummaged through the swordsman's waist bag, picked up a bottle, kicked off his visor, and pried open his mouth.

When the bottle was opened, the purple sticky liquid slid out bit by bit.

This color, and this smell? No!

This is Spinosaurus toxin!

Ji Jie was so frightened that he closed the bottle and threw it aside, gasping for breath and letting out a sigh of relief.

It almost caused an accident.

After finding other bottles and jars, Ji Jie deliberately opened the lids to observe the color and smell, and then successfully poured the recovery medicine into the swordsmanship master's mouth.

"call."

Only then did Ji Jie turn around to look at the condition of his tail.

The carapace is a layer similar to fur, now scabbed over and inconspicuous among the long snow-white hair.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The swordsmanship master coughed, touched his throat and head, and after a brief moment of confusion, he stood up with a somersault.

After he stood firm and found that there was nothing happening around him, he sat down again and saw the smoke weasel and the bottles and jars turned out by it.

"Well, you saved me."

He scratched his head and reached out to touch the head of the Smoke Weasel, but Ji Jie dodged it.

The swordsmanship master didn't try to reach out again. He took out his water bottle and took a sip. After resting for a while, he stood up and brushed off the dirt on his body.