In the impression of children of the same age in the whole village, Feng Manyun is just a child of a landlord's family. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info his father was just a landlord. When did this kid with a face covered in ice first dream of becoming a hunter? Nobody knows. When did this dream begin, strong enough for him to stand firm against the ferocious monster? No one knows either.

But everyone knows that the ethereal dream can't help him defeat the dog dragon, Feng Manyun, who has never done heavy work since he was a child and has not exercised, said that he can't carry it on his shoulders and can't lift it in his hands. Under that robe, a weak body was covered, and the weapons were not in hand, and before the war began, many people already felt that the small landlord was more than lucky.

The dog dragon woke up slowly, stood up, and saw Feng Manyun holding the handle of the Taidao in both hands, the tip of the knife pointed obliquely to the right front, and his legs were slightly bent, and he was already ready for the posture.

"Hurry up, get on it before it reacts!" Ha Yi whispered eagerly that the last time Feng Da Niu fought against the dog dragon, the only effective blow to it was caused when the dog dragon had just woken up. In the case of such a big hardware gap between the two sides, if he can use the wooden knife in his hand to cause even a little more damage to the dog dragon, Feng Manyun will have a little more chance.

Even if it's just to hurt it, there is no shortage of viewers below who think so, this selection doesn't necessarily need to kill the dog dragon, as long as it can last for ten minutes, and it can have a good performance in the battle. Since there is no way to take out the opponent with Manyun's wooden weapon, it is the best choice to perform a few more attacks to show his strength.

But Feng Manyun didn't, he just put on a posture and stood quietly, waiting for the dazed dog dragon to pace left and right, familiar with the light, the terrain and the current situation, and finally aimed his claws and fangs at himself.

"The dog dragon is attacking." Lucieu said to the two partners.

There is no pattern to who the dog dragon attacks, and it can be said that except for the companions in the group, anything can become their target, let alone Feng Manyun, who is standing provocatively at it with a wooden knife in hand. Five meters was still too close, and there was no need to sprint, so the dog dragon ran up to the boy, jumped up, and went straight to his face.

"Ahh , It was this jump and a bite, and he almost killed Da Niu just now, and Hai Yi subconsciously closed his eyes.

Feng Manyun's sweat flowed down his face, and he clenched the wooden knife in his hand, forcibly suppressing the instinct of his trembling legs to retreat and escape. At the moment when the dog dragon jumped up, he raised his hands slightly, slashed the knife to the left, and at the same time took a big step to the right with the power of the swing of the knife. This step was longer than a normal stride, and although the slash didn't hit the dog dragon, it dodged its first blow.

"Good!" Feng Chen, the candidate area, shouted involuntarily.

This is of course the credit of the day of the return festival, Harder taught him several tricks such as the "robe slash", although there are only two movements, left slash and right step, but it can make the most effective use of the length and weight of the sword, both to dodge attacks and to counterattack appropriately.

Morin, who was half-squinting in the stands, straightened up slightly, and he looked meaningfully at Harder in the distance, "It's just a shelf." As he spoke, his eyes narrowed again.

The dog dragon that struck the air with a blow turned around and was about to attack again, but it ushered in a long-awaited slash from Feng Manyun. The sword was raised high, and as the boy took a heavy step forward, it slammed into the back of the dog dragon.

However, the wooden blade didn't really cut into the dogdragon's tough scales, and the monster only felt that it had been whipped by a slender stick, and its back hurt fiercely, it hurriedly jumped away from the two, twisted its body slightly, and felt the pain slowly recede, so it put its mind at ease and looked at Feng Manyun with violent eyes.

The long-planned blow did not hurt the dog dragon, but only aroused its ferocity even more, and the dog dragon suddenly raised its head and roared loudly towards the sky: "Woo...... Oh... Oh... Oh. ”

"At this time, it still wants to call out to its companions." Feng Chen smiled, "This stupid brute. ”

This time, Feng Manyun didn't wait for it to finish roaring, but stepped forward, flattened the blade, and swung it horizontally vigorously.

"Smack!" The wooden sword made a muffled sound at the side of the dog dragon, and the monster's roar was interrupted, and it staggered two steps to the side, and reluctantly flicked its tail to force back the young man who was constantly harassing him.

Suddenly received a tail flick from the dog dragon at close range, Feng Manyun hurriedly rolled away, and when he got up, his shirt and hair bun were a little messy.

"He doesn't have any other moves." Luciu asserted.

Sure enough, the slightly adjusted dog dragon turned back to fight back, and Feng Manyun once again dodged with his robe. The audience found that the indifferent boy seemed to only do three things: use the robe to dodge the monster's frontal attack, use the horizontal slash to sweep away the approaching monster, and on rare occasions, hit the monster on the back with a vertical slash that can't turn around.

Even though it was a simple and effective three moves, the wooden knife did not bring any damage to the dog dragon, but instead provoked it to be furious, and the attack frequency was more compact, while Feng Manyun could only swing the wooden knife constantly, and sometimes he was forced by the monster to roll on the ground ugly.

Even so, he was unable to dodge several times, and several gaps were torn open by sharp claws on his robe, faintly stained with blood, and once he was almost thrown to the ground by the dog dragon.

It's a pity that this is a body that has never been exercised, and after holding on like this for just a few minutes, Feng Manyun's physical strength is about to bottom out. Every time he rolled and swung his knife, Feng Chen could see that his face was even paler, sweat was dripping down in large drops, and the back of the robe was already wet.

The dog dragon was getting closer and closer, and Feng Manyun retreated step by step, but the field was only so big, he took another step back, and his right foot suddenly touched the railing on the edge of the ring. Feng Manyun's face became even more gloomy, and he tried to breathe the air, looking at the dog dragon who was slowly moving forward.

"It's good that this money-keeping face can do this part." The hourglass used for timing has already run more than halfway, and as long as Feng Manyun survives the last minute or two, he will be the first person who can "survive" in the battle with the dog dragon. But Feng Manyun, who has nowhere to hide at the moment, how can he take over the next attack of the dog dragon?

The dog dragon moved, it didn't need a long run, its naturally strong hind legs made him the best jumper, and just like in the previous fight, it also chose to jump high in the opponent's face and bite his throat as the final blow of this fight.

The union hunter on the sidelines had drawn his own knife.

Just between this lightning and fire, Feng Manyun suddenly became short, and the tip of the Taidao knife was aimed straight at the milky white belly of the dog dragon in the air. He jerked to his feet as if he had raised a torch, and at the same time raised his sword upwards and stabbed it into the soft belly of the dog.

No matter how soft its belly was, it would not be pierced by the bladeless sword, but the dog dragon, which had not yet finished its leap, suddenly received an upward thrust, allowing it to fly to a height that it had never imagined.

Higher than the fence.

The dog-dragon's limbs, which had lost control, fluttered in the air and finally caught the upper edge of the fence. The dog dragon rode on a fence made of sharp wooden stakes.

Its limbs were still throbbing, trying to tumble off the fence, and the wooden spikes pierced his stomach, making it feel extremely uncomfortable.

However, a hand gripped one of its hind feet.

The other hand sticks out of the fence and grips its other hind foot.

Feng Manyun didn't know how to climb trees, but he did three things after he flew the dog dragon: he threw down the sword in his hand, climbed the fence of the ring, and grabbed the dog dragon's hind feet.

Feng Manyun, whose body was suspended in the air, was used by the dog dragon to walk around with his hind legs under him, and every time he swayed, his head and body hit the side of the fence fiercely, and only two times, his pale face was already drenched in blood, but his expression was firm and resolute, and the hand that grabbed the dog dragon did not let go at all.

After a stalemate like this, the dog's body suddenly sank on the fence.

Then, it sank a little more, and the sharp tip of the stake peeked out from its back.

Then, its body slowly descended, and the stake was coated with a layer of red blood and small fragments of scattered internal organs.

Feng Manyun's feet stood back on the ground, and the hand that grabbed the hind leg of the dog dragon was blankly released.

"This is in the water, Daddy will definitely not like to eat it." Feng Chen was the first to come back to his senses from this bloody scene.

"I don't even want to eat skewers of meat this year." Hay said with some trembling.

"Handsome!" Lu Xiu secretly clenched his fists.