Chapter 402 I Killed the Flying Lion
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The flying lion is very cruel. It is bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty, killing all the people in the hunting group.
Blood stained the land of the Blue Mountains, and the horses were eaten down to nine.
As if just remembering that there was another person, Feishi turned to look at John.
Its body is bigger than a giant bear, and its wing feathers are like sharpened blades.
Just now, a person was caught in the wings, like falling into a meat grinder, and quickly turned into meat residue.
The tough fur can't leave marks even if an ax is hacked on it.
Fast speed, high attack, strong defense.
This seems like an unsolvable monster.
John looked at the big guy, "This should be the flying lion Emily mentioned."
I remembered that when I came all the way, I also found some animal remains, which were accumulated when the flying lions hunted and killed them.
And the flying lion can definitely be called the guy who has brought the most oppressive feeling to John in this period of time.
Blood was dripping from the teeth stained with minced meat and bone.
The ferocious gaze is like a hunter locking on his prey.
John said, "If Hagrid were here, he'd probably say you're a cute guy."
With Hagrid's aesthetic, John felt he'd have a name for the flying lion.
Holding the sword in his right hand, John pulls the reins with his left.
Polo turned around and saw the flying lion. The smell of the same kind being killed made him feel panic.
John comforted it with psychic magic and suppressed other emotions.
"Don't be afraid, we are the predators."
John whispered, and the pupils in his eyes contracted into vertical shapes.
He tilted his head, "Should I cut off your wings, or stab into your heart?"
Such an attitude angered the flying lion, and a lion's roar was accompanied by a rushing hurricane.
John drove Polo to kill the flying lion.
The eyes of the mountains in the distance are always watching this side.
As John came in front of him, the flying lion's claws that could easily kill a horse fell down.
Silver light leaked from the gap between the claws, and the ugly sound of sparks and metal thorns sounded.
John felt himself hit a piece of steel, sending sparks flying.
Another charge of the flying lions had struck, and John let go of the reins, holding his sword in both hands to block the front.
His body flew out like a cannonball, Polo hissed, turned around and was almost torn apart.
"It's the first time." Stopping the rolling trend, John was knocked into the air for the first time.
This flying lion has a high attack power. If it does not unload its force, John doubts that Polo will be shot to death.
Raising his left hand, an invisible wave passed from John.
Polo ran towards the distance, and John turned the blade.
"Now let's do it again."
To deal with this kind of impregnable guy, the knight is somewhat useless.
But it doesn't matter.
I don't only have that one blessing.
"Big guy, it's easier to deal with you than other guys."
John grinned, and the flying lion flapped its blade-like feathers and flew up.
Hovering like an eagle in the air for a while, it charged towards John on the ground.
"Boom!"
The sound of the heavy object falling to the ground was accompanied by the sound of tinkling and clanging, and sparks continued to fly out.
John holds the sword in both hands, the silver light is impenetrable.
Sparks were constantly shooting between the claws and blades.
Every blow is like being beaten by a giant monster.
John gradually got used to the rhythm.
He had fought Gryffindor at Hogwarts, but it was against wizards, not against monsters.
With a sharp lift of the sword, the tip of the sword touched the top of the bitten tooth.
The cold light magnified in front of the flying lion, and the flying lion's wings spread to the next.
The body of the huge flying lion retreated quickly.
Obviously, this monster also has an unusual fighting instinct.
Just a little further in, John's sword would have pierced the flying lion's eyes, and then smashed his brain into a paste.
"Excellent judgment."
The corners of John's mouth rose, and his offense and defense changed.
He doesn't have meteor shoes, but he has a physique poured out of years of exercise and magic blood.
Stride to chase out.
When the flying lion wanted to repeat the trick and take off, John raised his left hand and yanked it hard.
The invisible force dragged the wing of the flying lion and fixed it half a meter above the ground.
John quickened his speed, and his sword shone silver and sliced through the lion's fur before the flying lion's paw came down.
Turn over again and grab the mane under the belly of the flying lion, and jump up on the back with strength.
Aiming at the back of the flying lion, John held the silver sword upside down and stabbed hard.
"Roar--!"
The flying lion roared in pain, but John didn't stop.
Take a step back and pull hard with both hands.
The wound, which was only a few inches long, was pulled out by one meter.
This time the flying lion completely lost his mind.
Because the flying lion was huge enough, this sword couldn't even pierce the flying lion's internal organs.
It flew into the sky and crashed towards the mountain, killing the guy on its back.
John won't do what he wants.
With his wand drawn and aimed at the hilt of his sword, John cast a banishing spell.
Repelled by different forces, like two magnets of the same sex repelling each other squeezed together.
The silver sword was squeezed into the body of the flying lion, and the hilt sank inside.
"Pfft."
The silver sword broke through the flying lion's body, turned into a silver light and quickly fell to the ground.
The flying lion wailed in mid-air, and its body fell down.
John cast a shock-absorbing charm on himself, and jumped directly off the back of the flying lion.
When he was less than half a meter away from the ground, John was as unscathed as if he fell on the cotton.
"This guy has rough skin and thick flesh."
The bear skin on his body was scratched, John shook his head and said, "I don't like lions."
Raising his hand and using the magic of capturing objects, he sucked back the silver sword that had sunk into the ground, and John waved to Polo who was looking at him from a distance.
Polo trotted over here very sensiblely.
John took Polo to the place where the flying lion fell.
There are a lot of places on the flying lion that can be used, such as the teeth and claws, and the wings may be used to make new meteor shoes.
John has been wanting to do it before, but unfortunately there is no suitable material.
The flying lion flew a certain distance before falling, and John sat on Polo's body and passed slowly.
There are not many plants in the Blue Mountains because of the winter.
In a crater that appears to have been caused by a meteorite fall, John saw flying lions.
It lay there dying, exhaling more air than inhaling.
Sometimes, too much vitality is not a good thing.
It must die, John's sword penetrated its internal organs, now it is only a matter of time.
Seeing John coming, the flying lion whimpered, and had no strength to continue fighting.
John drew his silver sword and walked towards the flying lion.
He stood in front of the flying lion, holding the silver sword tightly.
"Let me end the pain for you."
After speaking, his sword turned into a half-moon of silver light, and chopped off the lion's head.
Not much blood flowed out, and the penetrating wound had almost drained the blood.
The lion's skin that has lost its vitality cannot hinder the sharpness of the silver sword.
John stood there in silence for a moment, the blood-red light entering his sword, and the fifth rune was lit.
He lifted the silver sword and swung it vigorously, and the blood of the flying lion fell from the silver sword onto the stone.
Next, he needs to think carefully about which materials to take away.
Although there is a small bag, there are some things in it.
Just as he was looking at the flying lion, a footstep approached quietly.
Poirot blinked, watching the white-haired man approach behind John.
The moment he stretched out his hand, a silver light flashed and was held down by a hand.
John's eyes were fixed, and he punched with his left hand, but the opponent sideways avoided him.
Taking the opportunity to kick the man's knee to free his right hand, John's sword turned and swiped across, and the man bent down to dodge.
The two kept a distance, and John looked at the opposite side.
With silver-gray hair and a vicissitudes of face, although he doesn't look young, he has a strong body that young people envy.
The amber pupils give off a sense of sternness and kindness.
Wearing leather armor and carrying a sword on his back.
The necklace on the chest is a wolf's head.
John looked at the other person, and the man looked at him too.
After a while, the man spoke with some appreciation: "You are very vigilant. Being able to kill a flying lion by yourself proves your ability. Where did you come from, kid."
There was no hostility on his body. John lowered his sword to his side and said calmly, "Redania."
"That's quite a distance," the other party stared at John's sword, "Are you a witcher?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Black hair, a demon hunter's silver sword, and no amulet... You are a black demon hunter, Yadani."
Based on John's characteristics, he guessed that John was the famous black witcher.
But seeing his posture, he didn't come to find John bad luck. On the contrary, he pondered for a while and said, "I feel an unusual aura from you, but we can talk in another place, kid."
He sent an invitation to John, "My name is Vesemir, and I am going to spend the winter. Do you want to go there with me?"
John put away the silver sword, looked up at the coming heavy snow, nodded, "There is no other choice."
...
Blood stained the land of the Blue Mountains, and the horses were eaten down to nine.
As if just remembering that there was another person, Feishi turned to look at John.
Its body is bigger than a giant bear, and its wing feathers are like sharpened blades.
Just now, a person was caught in the wings, like falling into a meat grinder, and quickly turned into meat residue.
The tough fur can't leave marks even if an ax is hacked on it.
Fast speed, high attack, strong defense.
This seems like an unsolvable monster.
John looked at the big guy, "This should be the flying lion Emily mentioned."
I remembered that when I came all the way, I also found some animal remains, which were accumulated when the flying lions hunted and killed them.
And the flying lion can definitely be called the guy who has brought the most oppressive feeling to John in this period of time.
Blood was dripping from the teeth stained with minced meat and bone.
The ferocious gaze is like a hunter locking on his prey.
John said, "If Hagrid were here, he'd probably say you're a cute guy."
With Hagrid's aesthetic, John felt he'd have a name for the flying lion.
Holding the sword in his right hand, John pulls the reins with his left.
Polo turned around and saw the flying lion. The smell of the same kind being killed made him feel panic.
John comforted it with psychic magic and suppressed other emotions.
"Don't be afraid, we are the predators."
John whispered, and the pupils in his eyes contracted into vertical shapes.
He tilted his head, "Should I cut off your wings, or stab into your heart?"
Such an attitude angered the flying lion, and a lion's roar was accompanied by a rushing hurricane.
John drove Polo to kill the flying lion.
The eyes of the mountains in the distance are always watching this side.
As John came in front of him, the flying lion's claws that could easily kill a horse fell down.
Silver light leaked from the gap between the claws, and the ugly sound of sparks and metal thorns sounded.
John felt himself hit a piece of steel, sending sparks flying.
Another charge of the flying lions had struck, and John let go of the reins, holding his sword in both hands to block the front.
His body flew out like a cannonball, Polo hissed, turned around and was almost torn apart.
"It's the first time." Stopping the rolling trend, John was knocked into the air for the first time.
This flying lion has a high attack power. If it does not unload its force, John doubts that Polo will be shot to death.
Raising his left hand, an invisible wave passed from John.
Polo ran towards the distance, and John turned the blade.
"Now let's do it again."
To deal with this kind of impregnable guy, the knight is somewhat useless.
But it doesn't matter.
I don't only have that one blessing.
"Big guy, it's easier to deal with you than other guys."
John grinned, and the flying lion flapped its blade-like feathers and flew up.
Hovering like an eagle in the air for a while, it charged towards John on the ground.
"Boom!"
The sound of the heavy object falling to the ground was accompanied by the sound of tinkling and clanging, and sparks continued to fly out.
John holds the sword in both hands, the silver light is impenetrable.
Sparks were constantly shooting between the claws and blades.
Every blow is like being beaten by a giant monster.
John gradually got used to the rhythm.
He had fought Gryffindor at Hogwarts, but it was against wizards, not against monsters.
With a sharp lift of the sword, the tip of the sword touched the top of the bitten tooth.
The cold light magnified in front of the flying lion, and the flying lion's wings spread to the next.
The body of the huge flying lion retreated quickly.
Obviously, this monster also has an unusual fighting instinct.
Just a little further in, John's sword would have pierced the flying lion's eyes, and then smashed his brain into a paste.
"Excellent judgment."
The corners of John's mouth rose, and his offense and defense changed.
He doesn't have meteor shoes, but he has a physique poured out of years of exercise and magic blood.
Stride to chase out.
When the flying lion wanted to repeat the trick and take off, John raised his left hand and yanked it hard.
The invisible force dragged the wing of the flying lion and fixed it half a meter above the ground.
John quickened his speed, and his sword shone silver and sliced through the lion's fur before the flying lion's paw came down.
Turn over again and grab the mane under the belly of the flying lion, and jump up on the back with strength.
Aiming at the back of the flying lion, John held the silver sword upside down and stabbed hard.
"Roar--!"
The flying lion roared in pain, but John didn't stop.
Take a step back and pull hard with both hands.
The wound, which was only a few inches long, was pulled out by one meter.
This time the flying lion completely lost his mind.
Because the flying lion was huge enough, this sword couldn't even pierce the flying lion's internal organs.
It flew into the sky and crashed towards the mountain, killing the guy on its back.
John won't do what he wants.
With his wand drawn and aimed at the hilt of his sword, John cast a banishing spell.
Repelled by different forces, like two magnets of the same sex repelling each other squeezed together.
The silver sword was squeezed into the body of the flying lion, and the hilt sank inside.
"Pfft."
The silver sword broke through the flying lion's body, turned into a silver light and quickly fell to the ground.
The flying lion wailed in mid-air, and its body fell down.
John cast a shock-absorbing charm on himself, and jumped directly off the back of the flying lion.
When he was less than half a meter away from the ground, John was as unscathed as if he fell on the cotton.
"This guy has rough skin and thick flesh."
The bear skin on his body was scratched, John shook his head and said, "I don't like lions."
Raising his hand and using the magic of capturing objects, he sucked back the silver sword that had sunk into the ground, and John waved to Polo who was looking at him from a distance.
Polo trotted over here very sensiblely.
John took Polo to the place where the flying lion fell.
There are a lot of places on the flying lion that can be used, such as the teeth and claws, and the wings may be used to make new meteor shoes.
John has been wanting to do it before, but unfortunately there is no suitable material.
The flying lion flew a certain distance before falling, and John sat on Polo's body and passed slowly.
There are not many plants in the Blue Mountains because of the winter.
In a crater that appears to have been caused by a meteorite fall, John saw flying lions.
It lay there dying, exhaling more air than inhaling.
Sometimes, too much vitality is not a good thing.
It must die, John's sword penetrated its internal organs, now it is only a matter of time.
Seeing John coming, the flying lion whimpered, and had no strength to continue fighting.
John drew his silver sword and walked towards the flying lion.
He stood in front of the flying lion, holding the silver sword tightly.
"Let me end the pain for you."
After speaking, his sword turned into a half-moon of silver light, and chopped off the lion's head.
Not much blood flowed out, and the penetrating wound had almost drained the blood.
The lion's skin that has lost its vitality cannot hinder the sharpness of the silver sword.
John stood there in silence for a moment, the blood-red light entering his sword, and the fifth rune was lit.
He lifted the silver sword and swung it vigorously, and the blood of the flying lion fell from the silver sword onto the stone.
Next, he needs to think carefully about which materials to take away.
Although there is a small bag, there are some things in it.
Just as he was looking at the flying lion, a footstep approached quietly.
Poirot blinked, watching the white-haired man approach behind John.
The moment he stretched out his hand, a silver light flashed and was held down by a hand.
John's eyes were fixed, and he punched with his left hand, but the opponent sideways avoided him.
Taking the opportunity to kick the man's knee to free his right hand, John's sword turned and swiped across, and the man bent down to dodge.
The two kept a distance, and John looked at the opposite side.
With silver-gray hair and a vicissitudes of face, although he doesn't look young, he has a strong body that young people envy.
The amber pupils give off a sense of sternness and kindness.
Wearing leather armor and carrying a sword on his back.
The necklace on the chest is a wolf's head.
John looked at the other person, and the man looked at him too.
After a while, the man spoke with some appreciation: "You are very vigilant. Being able to kill a flying lion by yourself proves your ability. Where did you come from, kid."
There was no hostility on his body. John lowered his sword to his side and said calmly, "Redania."
"That's quite a distance," the other party stared at John's sword, "Are you a witcher?"
Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Black hair, a demon hunter's silver sword, and no amulet... You are a black demon hunter, Yadani."
Based on John's characteristics, he guessed that John was the famous black witcher.
But seeing his posture, he didn't come to find John bad luck. On the contrary, he pondered for a while and said, "I feel an unusual aura from you, but we can talk in another place, kid."
He sent an invitation to John, "My name is Vesemir, and I am going to spend the winter. Do you want to go there with me?"
John put away the silver sword, looked up at the coming heavy snow, nodded, "There is no other choice."
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