Chapter 1970: Manic Red Pterodactyl

What Odachi said, like a bang, awakened me.
That's right, the evil dragon Spitz withered bones sealed at the end of the tomb has only a broken skeleton and no throat, but it can still spray out the poisonous dragon breath. What does this mean?
It shows that the dragon's breath is not sprayed from the body at all, but a kind of magic unique to them!
Thinking of this, I can't help speeding up my pace.
Regardless of whether the dragon's breath is really as I guess, it is a kind of magic, its power cannot be underestimated.
Fortunately, I am immune to toxins, but the dragon's breath of Red Pterodactyl is directly related to high temperature.
How do you know?
Isn't this nonsense!
Smoke comes out of its mouth!
And there is still thick smoke!
I can even smell the smell of rotten eggs!
It's definitely the smell of sulfur after burning!
God knows how could there be sulfur in the red pterosaur's mouth?
I spread my feet and ran all the way, suddenly, only to feel a heat wave hitting my back, making my back very warm.
But I know that this is not to say that the temperature of the dragon's breath is low, but because the distance is far, the residual temperature of the dragon's breath decays to a warm degree when it reaches my back.
As for the real temperature of the dragon's breath, I don't need to look at it at all, just listen to the crackling sound behind me, it is the sound of the floor tiles being burnt to burst.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Odachi agreed: "I can sing the song "My Sun" in one breath."
I was running wild, and I was about to hit the wall. Finally, the warmth of my back gradually dissipated, followed by bursts of coolness.
This coolness has nothing to do with the Red Winged Dragon, but it is because sweat soaked through the clothes when running wildly. When the hot dragon's breath stopped, the warmth left on my back soon began to cool down, so there would be The chill came in waves.
It was only at this moment that I finally realized that it was really cold in this hall.
After taking a sigh of relief, I stared at the Red Winged Dragon and found that it was not easy. That dragon's breath also consumed a lot of its mana and stamina, but even so, it was still a very dangerous existence for me.
It was burned to the reddish ground by flames, and quickly cooled down, leaving only a large black, uneven crack.
While avoiding the pursuit of the Red Winged Dragon, I wondered how exaggerated the temperature of the dragon's breath would be.
I vaguely remember the experience of encountering a nine-headed flood dragon in the gap. It was also a scorching flame. Although the range of the nine-headed flood dragon's flame is extremely large, the temperature does not seem to be exaggerated by the red pterosaur, at least it will not roast the hard floor tiles. Into coke.
Soon, a thought came to my mind: If the Red Winged Dragon and the Nine-headed Flood Dragon were to go head-to-head, who would be the final winner?
If it was the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar when he was still in the Hefeng Continent, I would have no hesitation in betting that the Red Winged Dragon would win, but after a hundred million years later, the Red Winged Dragon, I don’t think it can win the Nine-Headed Water Dragon— -Even if the red pterodactyl can fire, at least eight heads are useless. Who knows if it can spray other abilities such as poison and ice spray.
After a while of wild thinking, the red winged dragon opened its fangs beak, and once again charged, it took another breath of dragon.
Another burst of heat rushed in, and my back was roasting warm.
While adjusting my steps, I try to maintain the distance between the dragon's breath and the temperature of the dragon's breath to drive away the cold.
While fighting the cold, I adjusted my breathing as much as possible, and tried to maintain my body temperature by changing the breathing method after the dragon's breath stopped spraying, so that I wouldn't be too cold to tremble.
Dragon Breath stopped again. Because of the preparation in advance, I didn't become all over with the sudden drop in temperature.
Looking back, the Red Pterosaur's physical strength seemed to have dropped a few minutes, and the flight speed was not as fast as before.
"Ha, okay, after spending a while, it won't fly, and it won't breathe dragon's breath anymore. By then, I can abuse it unilaterally."
"Yes, brat" Odachi also praised me rare: "I didn't expect you to be clever occasionally. The enemy advances and I retreat, and the enemy is exhausted. This tactic allows you to play incisively and vividly."
I smiled, and continued to circle the red pterodactyl.
This cargo sprayed dragon's breath twice in a row, and the speed has been reduced a lot. Seeing this, I took advantage of the trend and carried forward the tactical policy of'killing you while you are sick'. Relying on the agility of the body, he kept slashing the knife on the Red Winged Dragon. .
The scales of the red pterosaur are tougher than the scales of the blue pterosaur and the khaki pterosaur. It has been chopped for two hours without breaking its defense!
Failure to break the defense means that it cannot be defeated, and failure to defeat it means that the battle will continue.
At this moment, I feel a little tired, and if I continue to fight like this, when I run out of energy, it is my turn to be killed.
No way!
We must not let this happen!
As soon as I gritted my teeth, I provoked the Red Pterodactyl in a more fierce way-I want to anger it, completely anger it, any creature, when it is angry, will burst out extremely powerful power, this power is what it is. The creature's surplus power has been hidden, and as long as this power is completely exhausted, it will be the end of the force.
The red wing dragon is obviously a straight-tempered dragon creature. Otherwise, he would not use dragon breath to deal with me casually. If I were it, I would definitely kill myself by culling, after all, a straightforward physical attack. Far more accurate than this magic attack.
Fortunately it is not me, nor does it have my wisdom.
After provoking for more than an hour, the Red Pterodactyl finally became angry. It took a deep breath, and then violently flapped its wings, flying around the hall in a frantic manner, flying and breathing dragons from its mouth.
And the dragon's breath this time is different from the previous ones. This time, the dragon's breath is sprayed frantically without money. It sprays almost wherever it flies. It is full of scorching heat and heat. The ground exploded.
I was shocked by the madman's momentum and fled to the edge of the hall. While pressing against the wall of the hall, I tried to keep myself from moving.
The red pterosaur’s breath lasted more than an hour. Eighty percent of the ground in the hall was scorched. Even the pterosaur corpse I placed in the corner was cooked. Half of it, and those pterosaur corpses that had not had time to recover, all turned into coke.
Fortunately, Red Pterodactyl did not come to me, otherwise I would know it.
I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of a shallow fluorescence. I was taken aback and turned my head abruptly. Through the translucent light film that acts as the wall, I only saw the dark deep sea.
However, it was right that there was a flash of fluorescence just now!
Could it be... my illusion?
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