Haotian quickly shielded the fire with his shield and dodged to avoid it.

Although the sword seriously injured the right palm of the scaled winged snake, making its right hand unable to fight for the moment, it did not cause fatal damage to the winged snake.

Its scales are still so hard, and its mouth can still spit fire.

How can it kill him? The Winged Snake was injured in his palm and attacked Haotian even more crazily, flew forward and sprayed fire at him.

"There must be no scales in this winged snake's mouth, so why not use the sword when it has just sprayed the fire..." Haotian had an idea and immediately made up his mind.

The scaled snake flapped its wings and flew very quickly, no less than Haotian's movements, and Haotian could only dodge with his body movements.

"The heart must wait until it has just finished spraying fire, otherwise it will face the fire, the shield may burn, the sword will burn, and I will be seriously injured." Haotian thought to himself.

The winged snake shuts its mouth after it sprays a fire, and the opportunity passes in a blink of an eye.

If the winged snake cannot stab its mouth in one time, it will be difficult to have a second chance.

After Haotian dodged the Winged Snake and sprayed fire more than a dozen times, he suddenly became surprised. A quick spiritual monkey with a wisp of afterimage turned around in front of the Winged Snake. He held a shield in his left hand to block the Yuhuo and stabbed the sword in his right hand.

The remaining fire in the mouth of the Wingshe was not big, but the shield was burned red, which made Haotian's left hand holding the shield feel a little hot and painful, but it was only a moment.

As soon as he finished spraying, when he closed his mouth, Haotian's sword stabbed into the mouth of the winged snake and went straight into his throat, "Enter the sword!"

"Puchi!" When Haotian drew his sword, a stream of bloody blood spurted out from the mouth of the winged snake and splashed on the shield. "Roar--" The winged snake's face became extremely ferocious.

The sword had pierced the throat of the winged snake and was not alive. It rushed towards Haotian with all its last strength.

Haotian jumped back more than 30 meters away, threw down his sword and shield, used ten of his spiritual energy to his palms, and slapped out the magic clutch mark.

"Bang!" Two black palm prints hit the Winged Snake with violent aura. When it was about to be seriously injured, it flew more than twenty meters away. A large mouthful of blood was sprayed with internal organ fragments, and when it fell to the ground, it could not die anymore.

Haotian picked up the shield and sword falling to the ground and walked to the scale-armed winged snake. At this time, it had recovered its original form, a scale-armed snake more than 20 meters long.

Haotian took out the dagger, and the dead winged snake was not protected by spiritual energy, and the scales were not that difficult to cut. Haotian cut open his body and started to refine his sword...
Chapter completed!