Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 211 The Prologue Before the Battle
The red dots of light illuminated the boy's side face.

The wind pressure swept by the dense fog blew the hair of the two of them.

"Come on, let's go to class."

"Ah."

The world of flesh and blood collapsed silently, and they returned to the ward where it all started.

The thick fog is still instilling violently into Lu Mingfei's body, just as the boy said, his body is like a bottomless abyss, no matter how much thick fog comes, how much pain, how much madness, he accepts it all.

He who once oppressed Kyushu in the name of Yan Luo, the darkness he bears is far greater than Shirley's half a century of pain.

No one has ever dared to let Lu Mingfei completely despair.

So, once this young man is completely desperate, even hopeless, the darkness in his heart is enough to overturn the entire world, ringing the funeral bell for all tangible and intangible existence.

Who is laughing, low and cold.

Just in that nothingness.

He praised the boy in the center of the tornado.

"You are a monster!"

Lu Mingfei took Shirley's hand, walked out of the ward, walked along the corridor, scared the hall, passed the flower garden, and finally stepped out of the hospital door.

The foggy tornado began to move.

…………

"Looks like it."

Mai Tokuro looked at the pillar-like tornado from a distance.

"We're late."

"Speaking of which, the movement is really big enough. The current situation is... What did your boss do?"

Finger was also looking at the tornado. They were not far from the hospital, so they could really feel the terrifying wind pressure. It was hard to imagine what kind of existence could cause such a natural disaster. Having said that, , can create natural disasters, can such a guy still be classified as a human being?
Fingel frowned in thought, and didn't answer the female ninja's question for a long time, which made Jiu Toku Mai call out again and again.

Finally, he came back to his senses.

"What are you thinking about?"

Mai Tokuku asked angrily.

"Oh, do you see that my hair is messed up?"

"hairstyle?"

"Yeah, with such a strong wind, I'm a little worried about my hair."

Fingal was worried.

Mai Tokuku wanted to kill someone a little bit.

"alright."

Before the other party pulled out the terrifying long sword, Fingel quickly put on a smiling face.

"You asked me what the boss did, please, to be a younger brother must be a little self-aware, if I know everything the boss thinks and does, then why don't I be the boss."

Fingal was elated.

"Of course it's because I can't beat him."

Mai Tokuku drew out his sword with a murderous look.

"I'll kill you!"

"Hahaha, just kidding, don't take it so seriously!"

Fingel tried to push the sword back.

"Okay, next."

Mai Tokuku let out a breath, and looked at the tornado solemnly.

"With such a big commotion, it looks like your boss has broken the seal. If so, what's your plan next?"

"of course!"

Fingel waved the steel bar proudly.

"Of course it's as far as running!"

Mai Tokuro almost fell flat.

"Your turn is too sudden, hey!"

"Then what can I do, Army of Bronze and Fire, I, a little mixed race, can only be regarded as a dessert at best, running over may cause trouble to my heroic and invincible boss, I should find a It is more practical to wave the flag and shout in a safe place."

After publishing such a tirade, Fingel was already looking around, looking for a suitable way out.

"That one is really lucky to have a little brother like you."

"Haha, it's easy to say, I'm just average."

"Actually, I'm not boasting...forget it."

Mai Tokuro shook his head, identified the direction, and walked towards the tornado.

Fingel was stunned.

"Where are you going?"

"Of course it helped."

The female ninja waved her hand.

"Find your boss."

Fingel scratched his head, smiled cryptically, and trotted after him.

Mai Shutoku glanced at the man beside him who pretended to be nonchalant.

"Aren't you going to wave the flag and shout, what are you doing here?"

"You don't know this. Even if you want to work hard, you must tell the boss. Otherwise, no matter how hard I try, if the boss doesn't see it, it will be useless."

Fingel was right.

"Sorry, I don't want to know anything about this knowledge."

Mai Toku shrugged.

Fingel laughed.

"And, you also found out."

He looked towards the area where the fog had dissipated.

Silver light shot up into the sky.

It was a series of complicated lines, drawn according to some ancient mystery, and its existence itself explained some kind of obscure truth.

"that is……"

"The real sealing matrix."

Fingal narrowed his eyes.

"The boss took away the hub, but the matrix is ​​still running. In this way, there should be some other mysterious force that replaced the hub and continued the work of the seal."

"Well, I remembered."

He said.

"The trial of the Iron Throne, we are in the second ring, so there is a third ring or even a fourth ring."

"You mean, the one who maintains the sealing matrix is ​​the organizer behind the scenes."

"Probably."

Fingal nodded.

"However, it doesn't matter who he is. Since the army of bronze and fire can't come out for the time being, the safest place in this world now is only around the boss."

"Is that why you came here?"

"No, no, the main reason is that I am worried about the boss and want to share his worries."

Fingel grinned.

Jiu De Mai glanced around, his eyes fixed.

"I think he probably doesn't need you to share his worries."

The invisible evil spirits fled desperately like the herds of animals migrating on the African savannah.

It was obvious that there was something behind them that frightened the evil spirits from the bottom of their hearts.

And that direction.

Tornado.

…………

Jack shivered shiveringly. He sat up from the bed, and the experience of several hours flashed before his eyes like a lantern. A pore protruded crazily, and soon he was drenched like a drowning man.

He remembered.

I remembered everything.

Death again and again, resurrection again and again, endless reincarnation.

it is finally over.

The hunter scanned the room subconsciously, and when his eyes were about to touch the wardrobe, he immediately retracted like a needle, and turned his head away almost tremblingly. Jack began to pant violently like an asthmatic ghost, making a horrifying sound. Coughing and coughing with numb scalp, he leaned over while covering his heart, his face flushed red and his eyes popped out, and the veins on his thick and short neck writhed like earthworms.

Death after death almost drove him crazy.

It's hard to imagine that a senior hunter on the hunter website, an excellent mixed race with rich experience, would be in such a state of embarrassment.

Jack leaned weakly against the wall, desperately trying to get away from this room, this horrible, man-eating room, in between his asthmatic breaks.

He fell to the ground several times and couldn't stand up several times. He finally couldn't bear the torment of fear, and crawled on the ground with his hands and feet. When he rushed out of the door, Jack smiled happily with his nose, tears and saliva running down his face , like an innocent child.

What Iron Throne!What a world!What power and strength!What a great and what a god!
Get the hell out of here.

At this moment, Jack just wants to get out of here.

He even came up with the idea of ​​retiring, even if his savings level is not enough to support Jack for the rest of his life, it doesn't matter, find a small town where no one knows him and no one knows him, open a small shop, or give someone a cut. Hair, whatever you want, just leave the battlefield, leave the half-breed, and never come back.

In fact, Jack the Hunter was dead, utterly dead.

Now he is just a coward in the same skin, a poor wretch who has almost collapsed.

leave here!

Go, hurry up, hurry up!

Jack stumbled out the door.

The wind pressure brought by the turbulent fog made his cheeks hurt, and Jack's eyes widened, shocked by what he saw.

The pillar-like tornado that day reappeared like the Tower of Babel in religious mythology.

The hunter collapsed on the ground, worshiping.

Just when he was completely in awe of the magnificent spectacle, several people gradually approached and stopped beside him.

The leader was a majestic man. He looked down at Jack who was prostrating on the ground. His indifferent gaze did not look like a human being at all, and it gave people the feeling that it was closer to the high gods in the church murals.

"Another coward."

Alexander said.

"Come on, before you rot, you met me, come, dedicate your strength to the king."

He ignited the golden pupil.

…………

"Little Lord!"

The crow almost cried.

"Cheer me up, you bastard!"

Yasha severely reprimanded his partner.

Yuan Zhisheng smiled faintly, and nodded slightly to the two of them.

"cherry."

"I'm here."

The Patriarch and his surname exchanged glances.

This is also the look at Yuan Zhisheng and his beautiful girl.

The boy seemed to want to say something, did he care, or something meaningless like "It's great that you're fine" that only appears in anime.

Speaking of which, if he wasn't the young master of the Ba Family of Sheqi, such a meaningless sentence shouldn't matter.

But unfortunately, he is the young master.

He is the man who bears the name of the Sheqi Bajia and the future Shadow Emperor.

Can't be weak.

So Yuan Zhisheng just nodded, and looked away from Sakura.

"It's coming."

Turning around, looking at the Tornado Tianzhu, the black windbreaker of the executive bureau was flying like a battle flag.

"Oh!"

Yasha and Crow responded imposingly.

Sakura has already taken her place.

That is the shadow of Yuan Zhisheng.

Looking at the tornado, the young master of the Bajia of Sheqi frowned with interest.

He remembered that sunny boy.

"Is it you, junior?"

…………

In the darkness, a yellow talisman spontaneously ignited without fire.

The outline changed from light to thick, with a flash of ink, and a graceful woman appeared out of thin air, standing quietly in the dense fog.

Look up, turn your head.

The cold woman looked at the direction of the tornado.

"The Promised One."

…………

Tick, tick.

This is light rain.

Crackling, crackling.

It's showers.

Rumble, roar, roar.

This is, memory.

No.

This is, cursed.

A curse from which the boy could never escape.

Chu Zihang fell into a pool of blood again.

The Misami sword passed down from that man pierced through his heart.

Viscous blood with a high concentration of sulfuric acid sprayed out from the wound, and immediately reacted violently when it touched the rain, which was enough to make the most cutting-edge chemists dumbfounded. Can liquid really be described as blood?Unbelievable, it was this liquid more terrifying than sulfuric acid rushing in the boy's body, providing him with the power to fight to the death.

The never-extinguishing golden pupils reflected, the second pair of never-extinguishing golden pupils.

Chu Zihang and Chu Zihang looked at each other.

Or.

He with human personality is looking at him with dragon personality.

Same deadpan face.

It's just that the face of one person is covered with cyan dragon scales, which are so hard and sharp that even Cun Yu can't break them.

The other was stern and silent, even if he was dead, he would just quietly stare at his dragon-like personality, without saying a word.

Sleepless Law, Deathmatch.

Chu Zihang opened his eyes again.

Heavy rain, strong wind, the whole sky seems to be falling down, turning the world into a flood country.

The two Chu Zihangs stood facing each other in the same posture, holding Cunyu in their hands.

1406.

The boy said in his heart.

This is a development that even Lu Mingfei did not expect. When everyone was drawn into the inner world, Chu Zihang was different.

Evil spirits, thick fog, the inner world, and Chu Zihang's unique method of nourishing the mind.

The superposition of various factors made the boy's sleeplessness break through at this time, reaching the stage of a deathmatch.

But this is not a good thing.

Quite the opposite.

He is likely to die.

Today's Chu Zihang is not ready to face the dragon personality.

These more than a thousand deaths are the most favorable proof.

The students in Kassel are using the embryo killing to describe the president of the Lionheart Society.

If so, it is only a mixed race, only Chu Zihang whose human personality is dominant.

How strong should the chairman with a dragon personality completely liberate his nature, drink and kill, and lick blood?

Needless to say, looking at these 1406 deaths is the most powerful interpretation of the dragon personality.

Weapon Spectrum: Yan Returns!

Chu Zihang and Chu Zihang took the same pose.

Torrential rains drowned them.

This scene is like putting a mirror in front of the boy, and one side is just the reflection.

But in the next second, the two moved.

They smashed the rain curtain, water droplets flew, and there was only each other in the golden pupils.

Sword out!

Red marks emerged from the throat.

The blue-scaled Chu Zihang gave a cold look.

He didn't mock, he wasn't mad, he wasn't tyrannical.

Just savoring the fragrance of killing gracefully, even if the object of killing is oneself, it is equally intoxicating.

1407.

The boy said in his heart.

What he knows, he who is a dragon can do the same.

And there are strength and skills far beyond their own.

This is an unequal duel from the very beginning.

Humans and dragons, how can the gap between the two be reasonable.

So?

So what?

He knows.

Chu Zihang knew it from the beginning.

Fairness and equality can only exist in fairy tales and ideal worlds.

You'll never find both in real life.

So, so what?

He wants strength.

The weak defeat the strong, and the inferior overcome the superior.

If only this path could give him the power to slaughter gods.

He goes this way.

Even if a thousand deaths, ten thousand deaths.

1408.

The boy said to himself.

(End of this chapter)