Chapter 659

"Roar!" The dragon was injured, roared angrily, and rolled his body hard. His huge body rolled in the forest, just like a bulldozer in operation, and pieces of woods fell down.

Because of his action, Gray's sword was deformed and his strength was greatly reduced. Only a blood mark was scratched on his neck and cut his hard skin.

Gray tightly hugged the dragon's neck and didn't care how he rolled, because it didn't work for him, nor did it work for the dragon. Both of them are typical of rough skin and thick flesh. Ordinary swords are difficult to hurt. How can they be hurt by vegetation?

WOW!

The sound of running water sounded, a river in the forest was drained by gray, and countless rivers flew over to form a huge aboveground lake.

"How... Goo Goo..."

The dragon was shocked. How could this be? Last time I met him, although he was strong, he was not invincible. If he hadn't made a mistake, he should have won.

But this time, he actually mastered new magic, and such a huge river was easily pulled over by him.

How is this possible? Like himself, he is a giant dragon and should be more friendly to the fire attribute. How can he master such a powerful water attribute magic?

Wrapped by the river, the Dragon felt a strong binding force. It seemed that the river was no longer a river, but a huge and heavy steel, trying to press him to the bottom.

The Dragon wanted to resist, but found that he had really become a prey to be slaughtered in the water.

Everything in the water is under the control of that guy. All the water follows his instructions and moves with his will.

He is the God in the water. Even the dragon can only be slaughtered by him in the water, just like a lamb to be slaughtered.

The best way is not to let him touch himself with water at the beginning. Unfortunately, if he could run under normal circumstances, there is nothing he can do now.

Before, when the other party started, one of his wings was abandoned at the first time. Even if he could fly, he could not fly high and could not move flexibly.

Under the water, the vine of the rose grows freely, instantly entangles the limbs of the dragon, and further suppresses his resistance.

Gray raised his sword. In the water, the water was not his obstacle, but his help.

His movements will not deform due to the resistance of water, but the water will push his arm, making him stronger and attack stronger.

The blade of the long sword pierced into the dragon's neck along the wound cut before. The scarlet dragon blood gushed out of the wound, but it did not integrate into the water, but became a group alone.

"You can't kill me!" The Dragon struggled violently.

Gray paused a little to hear what he had to say. He didn't mind listening when the other party had no resistance at all.

But he didn't take it away. As long as he changed, the long sword would cut off his head.

"I'm your father. You can't kill me!" The Dragon said sincerely.

The dragon blood in Gray's body is his son's and naturally his blood, so he's not wrong. Strictly judging from the blood, gray is really his son.

"Ka!"

The dragon's head and body were separated. Gray's black face dispersed the surrounding River and let them return to the previous river again.

"Ma De, I shouldn't stop. I have to provoke me when I die." Gray spit unluckily and jumped down from the fallen dragon.

However, although the dragon's head and body were separated, he did not completely lose movement. His blood was boiling, gurgling out of the dragon's body, and then stretched out blood tentacles to rush to gray.

"I don't know how it feels. When I killed your son, I seemed to cut off my head with a sword from the back. Now you are the same. Your father and son are really destined."

Gray sneered, took out a beautiful small bottle from the backpack space and aimed at the dragon blood stretched out.

A suction force was generated at the mouth of the bottle, and all the dragon blood was put into the small bottle. The soul in the dragon blood seemed unwilling and roaring, but all this was useless.

"Bathing dragon blood is really powerful. You can also get some dragon power, but I still think it's better to refine you into medicine."

Gray smiled and wanted to put dragon blood into his backpack, but he found that he couldn't. He could only put it into his magic pocket.

Then he took out a box and put the dragon's body away. This time, it was smoothly put into the backpack space.

"Master, you are so powerful!" The witch jumped over and flattered her Majesty in a series.

"Hum, he fell before I did it!" Little Molly said with a small waist, although she didn't intend to do it.

But Rimmel said that what to do is to pay attention to a momentum. When the enemy falls, this sentence is most appropriate.

As for killing the dragon, are the dragon and the elf friends?

What does that have to do with her little Molly? She didn't do it, and gray killed a dragon. The dragon is damn.

It is a dragon. The burning castle before this has proved that there is no need to prove anything. This is a dragon, damn it!

The elf will not make friends with such a dragon. Only a good dragon like gray is the ELF's friend.

"Yes, it's all the credit of little jasmine." Gray put away his sword and bronze spear and looked at the elves who hid behind the tree and looked at him timidly.

"You... He just opened his mouth, and the elves in front of him wanted to burst open suddenly and flood in.

"Look, it's an elf. He's an elf's friend!"

"It's a friend of the elves. Naturally, it's also our friend. It's a friend of the elves."

"Thank you for helping us!"

The elves thanked each other, and some wanted to get close to the elves.

Elves are a special kind of elves, not small elves. There are many small elves in this elf Kingdom, but they are only ordinary elves, and little jasmine is an elf.

"You're welcome!" Gray pulled at the corner of his mouth and pointed to Mary Pherson who fell to the ground in the distance. "Your queen is hurt. Don't you go and have a look?"

Fortunately, these guys are not their own people. Otherwise, if they are seriously injured, they will happily thank others. If no one cares about themselves, he will live immediately and teach them a lesson.

"Ah, the queen is hurt. Go and see the queen." With a loud cry, the elves retreated like a tide and rushed towards Mary Pherson.

Gray also stepped up to Mary fisson.

The woman was already angry and her life was at stake.

"The queen, is she dying?" An elf asked sadly with tears in his eyes.

"Can't you live like this?" Another spirit sighed.

"Why don't you be our king? I'm sure you can protect us." Another elf looked at gray innocently and said in a very sincere tone.

The point is that his words were unanimously agreed by other elves.

So, originally still discussing whether the queen had any elves to save, the topic immediately turned crooked and began to ask gray to be their king. No one cared about the Queen's life and death.

Gray's mouth was sharp. He swore that he would never be the king of these pit goods.