Wizard Bloodline

It was as if a speck of dust hit a huge meteorite, but the result was that both of them bounced to the sides.

A deafening dragon roar was heard in the rolling air waves. Ronan fell heavily, and his body could not stop retreating. His feet plowed two deep dents on the ground of the stone statue square.

"Pfft!"

Ronan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and the blood in his body surged like a raging tide. Large groups of black fog rolled around him. He shook the hand that punched, and his five fingers stretched and then clenched again, his eyes as bright as blue fire diamonds.

"Come again."

Ronan stomped his feet, and his body jumped out like a cannonball, and the black fog and long hair stretched behind him, like the tail flame of a black meteorite passing by quickly.

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

The two figures of a man and a dragon kept colliding, separating, then colliding again, and separating again

The void was shaking, and the sound waves were rolling. If you ignore the huge difference in size between the two sides, the scene was like two peerless beasts fighting madly.

"Bang!"

After another collision, Ronan flew back.

He took a deep breath, and his arms drooped naturally, covered with blood, and were covered with wounds squeezed and exploded by the recoil force. Some dark red granulations quickly grew out of those wounds, entwined with each other like living things, and healed quickly under the endless vitality.

It must be admitted that even if he was a [First-level Spiral Palace] and controlled the "advanced" [Ancient Power], there was still a certain gap between him and the legendary dragon in terms of pure physical strength.

Ronan's mood was unprecedentedly cheerful. Even if he did not enter the state of [Extreme Boiling Lake], the primitive fighting instinct awakened in the depths of his blood still made his whole body burn with fighting spirit.

"In the ancient times, how many people in the entire wizarding world could fight a dragon with bare hands like me?!"

The life energy guidance system of [First Layer Spiral Palace] is countless times more sophisticated than his original barbaric and rough compression method.

At this time, Ronan's body is like an ancient and sophisticated instrument, with countless blue thin tubes connecting his whole body. Every breath he takes can trigger the majestic life force like the sea.

Ronan's eyes are scorching, he takes a deep breath, and slowly raises his healed arms.

Every piece of skin and every muscle on his body seems to have been forged iron through thousands of hammers, flowing with a mysterious and powerful aura under the light.

Those rune patterns belonging to [Ancient Power] continue to grow on his body, and more black mist emerges.

He put his hands together, overlapped the two rune roots in the palms of his hands in front of his chest, and the rolling black mist surrounding his body immediately surged, and then gradually condensed into a huge, ancient and strange black battle axe above Ronan's head.

On the axe face, a rune pattern belonging to the [Ancient Power] is gradually taking shape.

This is a new means of attack that Ronan unlocked after relying on the [Ancient Demon Body] and perfectly mastering the [Ancient Power] that was promoted to "Advanced".

The mysterious black mist that constitutes this means is a power that Ronan has never touched before.

It is generated by himself, and it seems to be mixed with life energy, blood, bone marrow, and part of the soul power, etc.

Ronan named it - "spirit".

It may not be so accurate, just a simple definition.

The black battle axe was completely formed, absorbing all the black mist, and some fine black arcs and flames were wrapped around the axe blade. Wisps of black smoke fell down and connected to Ronan's body.

An ancient and terrifying pressure slowly spread from the black battle axe.

The roar of the dragon in the distance suddenly stopped.

Ronan looked up and saw a pair of dragon eyes filled with a trace of horror and throbbing.

Ronan exhaled, and there was a wonderful sense of fusion with the black battle axe above his head, as if it was originally a part of his body, without any obstruction or stagnation.

"I haven't used this ability for a long time."

He glanced at his character panel and briefly paused on the master-level [Basic Swordsmanship].

During the apprenticeship period, this was one of his reliances. Later, as his ability at the spell level continued to improve, the proficiency of this skill had not improved for a long time.

Unexpectedly, there would be a time to use it again.

Although it was [Basic Swordsmanship], after being promoted to the master level, it provided Ronan with more control over the body and cold weapons, and it was also suitable for the battle axe.

Ronan fixed his eyes on the dark silver tailless dragon in the distance, with long black hair dancing wildly behind it, and patterns of flames and vines growing on its body, emitting invisible power.

He took a step forward calmly, and his figure drew a blurry light and shadow in the void. The black battle axe followed him like a shadow, and in an instant he reached the dragon, and then raised his hand to make a downward swing.

"Shua——"

The battle axe chopped down, black arcs and flames danced, and ripples appeared in the void, silently, like black thunder falling.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

The dark silver tailless dragon roared, flapped its wings and raised its claws, grabbing the falling thunder axe light.

"Kacha——"

Accompanied by the sound of something breaking, a deafening dragon roar exploded.

The huge dragon shadow soared into the sky, stirring up a violent turbulence. Ronan retreated with his axe, squinting his eyes. He saw at a glance that the front end of one of the claws of the dark silver tailless dragon was smooth, and it had obviously been chopped off by the axe he had just used!

There was no trace of blood or broken claws on the ground. The wound of the dark silver dragon's broken claw was also a deep black, with dots of light gathering on it, as if it was about to condense a new claw.

"Sure enough... it's a soul body!"

Ronan's eyes condensed. He had long guessed that this dragon that came out of nowhere might be an ancient soul. After all, this was the space of all spirits.

Previously, in order to protect Evakui's soul plate from being damaged, he resisted the attack of its dragon claws. He heard it talking to many witch head stone statues in the square and recognized that the other party was the voice of the conversation with the dragon witch head Bahafus that he accidentally overheard in the dream of the inheritance of the dragon witch head Bahafus.

It attacked him, and the purpose seemed to be to seize his body and leave this place.

Ronan didn't know the other party's identity. If Evakui was here, he might be able to recognize the other party's origin, but he existed in the stone statue square on the fifth floor and could talk directly with a group of spirit witch heads. I think even if he was not a witch head, he was a person of extraordinary status in the Hall of All Spirits.

The black battle axe transformed by [Ancient Power] consumes a lot of life energy when attacking once.

Ronan silently estimated that he could only make two more attacks like before while ensuring that he was not affected.

"Two times... that's almost enough."

Ronan stared at the dark silver dragon in the distance, which was roaring in anger because of the broken claw, and a trace of ambition suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Maybe I have a chance to slay the dragon today!"

"Even if it is just a dragon soul that has survived for who knows how many years and whose strength has weakened by who knows how much."

Knight, slay the dragon.

This is the feat that many people dream of when they were young!

Ronan's heart surged with a burning heat, took a breath, controlled the battle axe, and took the initiative to meet it again.

The surging blood in his body gathered into the sound of the surging tide, the blue snail hummed, and Ronan was like an ancient demon walking out of the depths of the sea on the waves, drawing a dark track in the void, and in a flash he was in front of the dark silver dragon.

He put his hands together and controlled the giant axe in a worshiping posture. A large amount of arc light and flames fell, releasing an ancient and terrifying pressure.

This time he aimed at the neck of the dark silver dragon. When the battle axe drew a mysterious arc light and chopped down, the dragon that had just had one claw cut off roared.

Immediately afterwards, the huge dragon body shook violently, and thick silver-white thorns quickly grew on its back that was as majestic as a mountain range.

"Boom!"

The power of this collision was unprecedented. Ronan felt as if he had hit an indestructible mountain. The terrifying recoil force swept over, and in an instant, the flesh and blood of his arms and chest exploded. The whole person flew backwards rapidly, and finally "boom" hit a huge stone statue heavily.

"Cough--"

Ronan struggled to get up from the depression of the stone statue with difficulty, and unexpectedly found that it was the human-shaped stone statue that blocked him this time. There seemed to be more cracks on the stone statue, and it was on the verge of collapse.

A huge gap broke on the blade of the ancient battle axe condensed by the black "spirit", and it was slowly repairing.

Ronan's eyes were startled, and he looked into the distance and found that the dark silver tailless dragon seemed to be in a state of extreme violence. The whole dragon body collided in a big circle, the wings spread out, and countless air currents rushed around it.

He overestimated himself.

Or, he underestimated the opponent in front of him.

How could it be a simple existence to survive in the long-lost Temple of All Spirits and be a legendary dragon species in his lifetime.

The scales of the furious tailless dragon seemed to become brighter and more shiny, but the breath it exuded became more gloomy. When locked by the dark yellow dragon eyes, Ronan felt a strong sense of hairiness in his heart for no reason.

Time seemed to go back to the time when he was chased by the opponent before.

"Roar!"

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When the thorn-covered tailless dragon vibrated its wings and flew towards Ronan, a word immediately flashed through Ronan's mind - "Run"!

The ancient battle axe derived from [Ancient Power] collapsed, and the rolling spirit re-integrated into Ronan's body. He no longer wanted to try the last blow. At the moment, it was wise to save a certain amount of combat power to escape and delay.

"Bang!"

A huge silver meteor hit the humanoid stone statue behind Ronan fiercely, and Ronan escaped from countless broken sand and gravel in a panic.

There was no time to look back, and he felt that he had been locked by a strong murderous intent.

His scalp was numb, and he gritted his teeth and rushed directly towards the stone statue of the dragon witch Bahafus.

Judging from this guy's slightly "fawning" attitude towards Bahafus, it is likely that it dare not directly collide with the soul statue of Bahafus.

After all, Bahafus was just sleeping, unlike the ancient humanoid stone statue whose name was unknown, which was already close to decay and death.

Ronan's decision was indeed useful. Even though he was furious, the tailless dragon still had some fear of the stone statue of Bahafus. He did not dare to directly hit the stone statue of Bahafus as he did the human-shaped stone statue. This gave Ronan a lot of breathing space. He circled around the stone statue of Bahafus. For a while, the tailless dragon had no way to deal with him.

But it was definitely not a solution to drag it on like this. Ronan secretly kept an eye on Evakui's soul disk.

He was just waiting for Evakui to come out of the test. Regardless of success or failure, he would first pull him away from this ghost place.

After a while, the tailless dragon seemed to gradually sober up from its rage, and it suddenly stopped chasing Ronan.

Ronan didn't feel relaxed, but instead had some bad premonitions in his heart.

The next second, the tailless dragon, which was separated from him by half of the Bahafus statue, suddenly turned its body and rushed in one direction.

Ronan's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

The tailless dragon was running towards the location of Evakui's soul disk.

This cunning guy finally remembered how Ronan had "risked his life" to protect this soul disk before.

"Damn it!"

Ronan cursed in his heart, but he didn't stop for a moment. The black mist around him surged, pushing the power of [Ancient Demon Body] to the extreme, and also ran straight to the location of Evakui's soul disk.

The blue snail in his body hummed, and countless thin tubes all over his body shone brightly.

Under the pressure of terrifying potential, Ronan actually caught up with the tailless dragon. Perhaps the other party deliberately slowed down and waited for him to fall into the trap.

And just at this moment, the soul disk took the initiative to float up, and then a vortex-shaped light gate quietly appeared under the huge wolf witch head stone statue. Indistinctly, it seemed that Evakui could not contain his excitement and joy.

"Evakui!!"

Ronan roared at the figure who was about to walk out, but a huge dragon-shaped shadow quietly blocked him.

Ronan's pupils shrank suddenly, and rolling black mist surged out of his body. He didn't have time to condense into the shape of a battle axe, and he was already wrapped up by his fist and hit forward fiercely!

"Boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and the red blood and black mist exploded together.

Ronan covered his broken arm, and his figure retreated in the air like a flying bird.

Amidst the low and cold dragon roar, a huge dragon shadow followed quickly, like a suffocating silver wave, silently and silently, swallowing Ronan bit by bit.

Ronan gritted his teeth and stared at the pair of dark yellow dragon eyes that were constantly expanding. The contempt and coldness revealed in them made people shudder.

Ronan reached out and grabbed a piece of ancient finger bone, the one that Evaqui gave him.

In the consciousness space, he was also ready to knock on the "forbidden door" that Hekalto had left in his body.

He was very calm.

He had experienced similar desperate situations many times, and no one knew the skills of surviving death better than him.

And just when Ronan was about to use a few trump cards, "crack, crack--"

A strange sound suddenly came from the direction behind him, as if something was collapsing and breaking rapidly.

Ronan wanted to look back, but the next second he saw everything happening behind him from the eyes of the tailless dragon in front of him.

——

The oldest and most decayed human-shaped witch head stone statue was collapsing rapidly at this moment.

A dazzling golden light burst out from it, which was a pure, surging soul light that could not be described in words.

In this light, an exceptionally brilliant golden light spot slowly flew out.

In just a moment, it jumped in front of Ronan.

Ronan saw clearly what was in the light spot, it was a very beautiful golden ladybug.

It flew past Ronan shakily, and then gently landed on the nose of the tailless dragon that had opened its mouth wide and was ready to swallow him.

And just such a move made the tailless dragon's face show an indescribable fear.

It retreated madly, almost rolling and crawling, and directly abandoned Ronan, the "duck" that was about to be in its mouth.

The golden ladybug stopped chasing, but flew back to Ronan, spread its wings, and shook them gently.

Under the nearly transparent wings, a layer of light golden light film was released, quickly wrapping Ronan's whole body.

In an instant, a huge amount of information like a torrent poured into Ronan's brain, and Ronan almost lost consciousness in an instant.

Before his consciousness completely became blurred, he seemed to hear the furious roar of the tailless dragon.

"Arazan. Dillin Fascola. Carkinston"

"I curse you forever!!"