Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

The Hunter website and the Night's Watch forums are dead silent.

From the very beginning of the live broadcast, some people have been speculating about the speech of this Kyushu master sister Yuanyuan.

Which domain does it belong to?Which one is it?
Because of this, their faces were red and their ears were red, and thousands of posts were built.

But no one thought that all the guesses were wrong, and they were completely wrong.

Yuanyuan, she has never used any words.

Thinking about it so far still feels outrageous.

It was clearly just a move that appeared in the anime, but she actually used it in real life.

The so-called Shijie and the so-called Tongtian are not just the fantasy dreams of the second-year girls, but the powerful abilities that really affect reality.

The half-breeds couldn't explain all this with the knowledge of alchemy or speech.

The unknown brings mystery, and everyone understands that in this operation, Yuanyuan is not representing herself, but the entire Kyushu.

I thought that this Kyushu was just an ordinary mixed race organization, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Shijie...?"

Genji Heavy Industries, Executive Director's Office.

"Just...what a joke!"

It took a long time for the crow to close its gaping mouth.

He kept a ghostly expression on his face, looked at Yaksha, and the two exchanged a glance. This young master's retainer, who had always given people a calm impression, was no less incredible than the crow's eyes at this moment.

Soon, they turned their heads together and looked straight at their young master.

Yuan Zhisheng stared at the back of the girl in the picture as she climbed to the sky step by step.

After pondering for a long time, he spoke.

"Yaksha, crow."

"Yes!"

The two retainers spoke in unison and stood aside.

Yuan Zhisheng's serious gaze swept over the two of them.

Crow and Yasha couldn't help straightening their backs.

They are Yuan Zhisheng's retainers. The so-called retainers are those who are ordered by the Patriarch, no matter the mountains of swords or the sea of ​​fire ahead, they must move forward, and they will not hesitate to die.

"As I remember, the author of Shinigami is called Kubo."

When the crow was still confused, Yasha had suddenly realized.

"Understood!"

The door closed, and Yasha and Crow went out.

The two were talking in low voices in the corridor.

"What about Kubo, should he have a finger or just sink into Tokyo Bay?"

"Idiot! The main thing is to be alive. Besides fighting and killing, you can't pretend to be anything else in your mind!"

"Oh, oh, it's alive, I know it!"

The crow looked suddenly enlightened.

"Then I'll arrest his family first. Do you think this guy has a daughter..."

"Fool!"

Yasha wished he could split open the crow's head to see what was inside.

"Didn't you hear what the young master said, please! He said please! We have to invite Master Kubo here!"

The crow poked out its ears, leaned its upper body, and distanced itself from Yaksha.

"Really, you can't speak softly, I'm not deaf."

The two of them were bickering and making noise like this, the elevator door slowly closed and went down.

What Yuan Zhisheng said is very clear, the action must be fast, at this moment, I don't know how many mixed races are watching this live broadcast, which means that I don't know how many people have witnessed the first solution of Master Kyushu Yuanyuan, so the question is Now, since the original explanation of Zanpakuto is true, what about the other content in Shinigami?
On top of the Shijie, there is the Swastika, and the monster called Xu. How many of these are true and how many are false?

The answers to these questions are also very simple, just go directly to the author of "Reaper", but Yuan Zhisheng is not the only one who can think of this. It is conceivable that a battle will break out around the author of "Reaper". Japan belongs to the Sheqi Bajia, and they are the underground emperors here. It is not so easy for other mixed race organizations to snatch people from the Sheqi Bajia.

The biggest opponents of Crow Yasha and the two on this trip are not hunters or European mixed-race organizations, but the local, ferocious ghosts.

Yuanyuan probably couldn't think of it.

No matter what, she is considered a fan of Bleach's anime, but she didn't expect that because of herself, she would bring considerable trouble to the creator of Bleach.

In a studio far away in Tokyo, Japan, Mr. Kubo was scribbling randomly on the paper. After leaving a cloud of shadows, he pushed the draft irritably and poured sake into his mouth.

The creation of new works has entered a bottleneck period. He is pulling his hair vigorously. He obviously has a lot to draw, but he can't draw anything when he picks up the pen. If you have no money, you can't do without money, because you can't even afford to drink wine.

Mr. Kubo sighed.

Really distressing.

He looked out of the window, overlooking the sky, and there were ordinary daily life everywhere, nothing new, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, which made people feel uninterested.

"Master God."

"If you can, please give me inspiration!"

"Whatever happens is fine."

"Please end this damn routine!"

Kubo prayed like this.

After a pause, he opened his eyes and carefully observed his surroundings. After finding that the daily life was still as peaceful as ever, he sighed in disappointment.

The next second he was amused by his stupid behavior again.

"What, what the hell am I doing!"

"Really, how could it happen..."

Talking to myself is only halfway there.

"Boom!"

A loud bang close at hand.

Then there was a huge movement that shook the whole room.

Dust from the ceiling fell down.

"earthquake!"

This was the first thought that popped into Kubo's mind.

He hurriedly looked in the direction of the loud noise.

At the same time, he got under the table very skillfully.

But the moment Kubo saw the scene at the door, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

A man in a black windbreaker held a submachine gun in each hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his sunglasses gleamed coldly. He kept pulling the trigger, spewing out flames from the muzzle, and occasionally tore a grenade from his belt. Bite, and throw it out when it is rounded.

Is... is it a model?
Kubo thought lucky.

Rumble!
The chandelier from the ceiling fell to the ground.

The cup on the table shattered to pieces.

Really... really grenade.

Under the table, Kubo's expression was numb, his mouth was open, and he couldn't say anything.

Please, he just made a wish.

When did Lord Shenming get so bored, and he even granted his wish smoothly.

It's just that although the peaceful daily life is gone, he has no clue about the idea of ​​a new work, what to do, what to do, what to do!
In other words, is it too late for him to take back his wish?

Or make a new wish or something.

When Mr. Kubo's head was in a muddle, he heard it.

"Hey, let me tell you, that uncle over there."

The black windbreaker shouted at him while shooting.

"Ok?"

Kubo looked up curiously.

"Stop standing there stupidly."

"In your words, since you are the author of Death."

"It should be that too."

Why did Kubo lose his comprehension the more he listened.

What does this mean?
He did draw the Grim Reaper right, but should he know something?

Hei Fengyi became a little impatient when he found that Kubo still had a dull expression on his face.

"That, that's it."

"What about your initial solution?"

"By the way, where is your Zanpakuto?"

The black windbreaker glanced left and right while talking.

It looked like he was really looking for Zanpakuto.

Kubo's expression was more complicated.

He finally understood that the guy in front of him was not only a killer, but also a psychopath.

It's over now.

Hearing that it is not against the law to kill someone with a mental illness, Kubo felt that he would most likely end up here today.

Just when the great manga artist Kubo was complaining about himself, he suddenly heard a huge buzzing from far to near, this is...

A certain unbelievable thought came to mind, Kubo raised his head in disbelief, his eyes passed through the window, the daily life that was so peaceful and boring, suddenly shattered at this moment, in his widened eyes, he saw I saw a dark helicopter hovering in the sky outside the window, and the machine gun mounted there slowly rotated, and the muzzle gradually aimed at this side.

Kubo: ...

In Kassel, far across the ocean, Lu Mingfei put down his phone and said the last sentence.

"Let them go, we don't care."

As he spoke, he ended the call and shook his head helplessly, really not knowing what to say.

I heard that four mixed-race organizations have already decided to take action against the author of Death, and even Kassel’s executive department asked his opinion. Of course, Lu Mingfei refused. No one knows more about Yuanyuan’s original explanation than him. What's going on, as for Mr. Kubo, the author of the god of death, I can only say that I hope he is safe.

After silently praying for the other party in his heart for a moment, Lu Mingfei put Kubo aside, and looked at the big screen of the live broadcast again, his eyes were full of interest.

Yuanyuan walked towards the present Buddha step by step, and a thousand arms were patted towards this girl. From various angles, all kinds of places that ordinary people could imagine or could not imagine, it was like a rough sea, with each wave higher than the other. The tide passed.

And Yuanyuan is Moses who left the Red Sea.

She walked calmly in the storm, without any raindrops on her body. The sharpness and rebellion between the girl's brows seemed to ignore everything around her at all.

"Not bad."

Lu Mingfei smiled lightly.

He knew very well that this Kyushu debut with great fanfare, the first time to show their names in the mixed-race society in this world, is to summarize the Children's Palace's efforts to hide their strengths and bide their time in the past six months.

He wants everyone to see it.

It wasn't Lingling, it wasn't alchemy, and it wasn't dragon's blood.

Wu who belongs to them alone in Kyushu.

The weak can also draw a knife to the strong's possession.

The hero's debut will be accompanied by gorgeous music and rain of roses.

so...

Lu Mingfei looked expectantly, looking at Yuanyuan dividing the sea.

Feel free to let go of your hands and feet, go enjoy yourself, and make a big fuss.

In the name of Kyushu.

…………

Now the Buddha's face was ferocious, his bright golden pupils were stained with a layer of scarlet background, his movements were like madness, his thousand hands turned into a net covering the world, and he was about to strangle Yuanyuan in it.

The girl didn't even take a look at it, the light around her turned and slashed, and then Shi Shi ran out of it, stepped into the void, and continued to walk to a higher place.

Half of the ten breaths have passed.

Just when the mixed races watching the live broadcast thought that this current Buddha was helpless, they saw his eyes narrowed, and a black shadow suddenly popped out.

The speed is so fast that even the dynamic vision of the mixed race cannot capture it. It can only leave a black shadow on the retina, nothing else.

what!
There was only time for such an idea to emerge in their minds.

Then I thought in my heart, can that senior sister from Kyushu really do it?
Did she have time to react?
In fact, the mixed races are completely overwhelmed.

There was no need for Yuanyuan to react at all, the lights around her had already moved.

That is formless light.

It is also an indescribable light.

You can't use words or pictures, you can't describe it in any form.

But you know it's there.

The reaction of this light is much faster than Yuanyuan.

At the threshold where the shadow was about to approach, the light suddenly moved, it stabbed forward, fluttered around three times, Yuanyuan on this side continued to step up, and the shadow on the other side smashed to the ground.

As soon as the camera turned, the mixed-races looked intently, and their complexions couldn't help but change.

That black shadow was actually a huge tongue, three circles in size, covered with fine scales, and the barbs and sharp teeth of the elders indiscriminately, it made people feel sick when they saw it.

The saliva dripping from the giant tongue on the big beach seems to be a highly corrosive liquid. Once it falls on the ground, a thick white mist rises. This is still aimed at the soil. It is hard to imagine that if this saliva touches a person, it will eventually what happened.

Whether it is speed, strength, or lethality, this giant tongue is extremely amazing.

But still unable to break through Yuanyuan's body-protecting sword light.

After losing three giant tongues in a row, the Buddha is finally afraid now.

He stood up from the huge lotus platform, and the dead servants fell from him, howling.

Now the Buddha turned to flee.

But it's too late.

He looked up, and saw a young girl with sharp eyebrows standing in the void in front of him.

Yuanyuan lowered her head, her indifferent gaze met the current Buddha.

There seemed to be thousands of thunderbolts exploding in those cold eyes.

Now the Buddha just stood there, motionless.

The light around Yuanyuan's body is like a soldier who has received an order, all pouring out unreservedly, rushing up to the sky, and like a galaxy hanging down from the nine heavens, it is mighty and powerful, washing down.

Yuanyuan is like a high god, looking down on all these things lightly.

Now the Buddha wants to escape. This is the survival instinct of a living body, but he can't escape anywhere.

Compared with the momentum suppressed by a thousand hands before, the sword light brushed down by Yuanyuan Milky Way is more worthy of the description of the sky falling.

Now that the sky has collapsed, where else can I escape?

Now the Buddha is raising his head. In his world, there is nothing above him except a pair of indifferent eyes like gods. Instead of the golden color that represents power that the Buddha is familiar with now, it is a green green color, which is very different from that of the Buddha. The blue color of the dragon's blood system.

Irresistible, irreversible.

Death was his last and best end.

Now such a voice is echoing in the Buddha's mind and heart.

The mixed races before the live broadcast watched this scene in a daze.

The current Buddha, who is so powerful, turned out to be so weak after Yuanyuan used Shijie.

Can only be reduced to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by the girl's sword.

So, what about replacing them?

The mixed races couldn't help but stare at the girl standing in the void and the sword light she swiped.

For no reason, a word jumped into their minds.

Tianwei.

This is not something human can do, it is actually the power of God.

From today onwards, the girl who is independent in the void, and the word Kyushu, are deeply imprinted in the hearts of all the mixed races.

No matter how many years have passed, they will never forget what they saw and heard today.

ended……

not yet!
Now the Buddha is at least comparable to the existence of the fifth or even the sixth generation, how could he die so easily.

He roared and raised his hands high.

The rest of the arms withered away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Dark golden blood circulated in his body, and finally gathered towards his raised hands.

The hands inflated rapidly like balloons.

The muscles are raised high, the skin is shining with a metallic luster, and the veins are like raging underground rivers. Just by looking at it, an unparalleled sense of strength rushes over.

Even the ground where the Buddha stands now has sunk several meters abruptly.

The half-breeds showed solemn expressions. This is the result of the doctor's painstaking research. In the past, the Buddha Nirvana was born into the present Buddha. I don't know how many dead waiters and half-breeds were consumed before such a person existed.

His power is simply...

Jianguang Waterfall brushed down.

Now the Buddha raised his arms to meet him.

The half-breeds held their breath.

They imagined a comet hitting the earth or a needlepoint hitting a wheatgrass.

but……

Now the Buddha's roar stopped abruptly.

From the heart-pounding roar to the pitiful howl, the transformation process only took a second.

The sharp wailing sound almost pierced the eardrums.

The helplessness and despair almost overflowed the screen.

The half-breeds were silent and said nothing.

No.

No comet hits Earth.

There is no needle point to the wheat awn.

Nothing at all.

The Jianguang Waterfall of the Kyushu master sister washed down like this.

Nothing can stand in the way.

Nothing can stop it.

Now the Buddha's wailing is silenced.

The last touch of sword light also disappeared into nothingness.

Yuanyuan's indifferent eyes swept over.

There was only a huge dark gold skeleton left in place.

Like a specimen displayed in a museum, it loses all vital signs, and its only value is to be visited and admired.

Just a glance, Yuanyuan retracted her gaze.

Suddenly, she glanced somewhere.

Many mixed races before the live broadcast only felt their hearts stop.

They looked at Yuanyuan through the screen of the live broadcast.

Some people were aroused to fight, while others were sweating and trembling.

Fortunately, it was just a glimpse.

When Yuanyuan turned her head away, many mixed-races breathed a sigh of relief. They were still wondering what happened to them. There was a live broadcast screen across the way. Are they afraid of this?

No, it's not fear.

They tell themselves over and over again.

This is respect.

The most basic respect for a strong man.

"There are still two breaths."

Yuanyuan's cold voice resounded under the nine-story pagoda.

It also rang before the live broadcast equipment in all over the world.

Two breaths?

Why are there two interest rates?
Many mixed races didn't respond.

They had never heard of this method of timing.

Then they saw Yuanyuan raise her sword.

The sword that is in the state of beginning to unravel, named Tongtian.

The mixed-races blinked, and their eyes gradually turned to horror.

Only now did they realize a terrifying fact.

Yuanyuan never drew a sword from the beginning to the end.

What does this represent?
Could it be that this elder sister from Kyushu thinks that the role of Buddha is not worthy of her sword at all?

Or rather...

The reason why Yuanyuan started to unravel was not because of that current Buddha.

But... something else.

But what will it be?

The mixed races couldn't think of anything else worth Yuanyuan's shot.

The discussion forum that had been dead for a long time became active again.

And it became hot at a very fast speed.

The mixed races were all guessing what Yuanyuan wanted to do.

"That, let me say, uncle."

The black windbreaker called out to Kubo.

"What about Shijie, didn't you draw it yourself?"

"What do you think that little girl wants to do?"

Kubo firmly grasped the handrail, looking blankly at the tall buildings outside the helicopter, and the police cars chasing them.

"Heroes! Heroes! Can we just put the damn Shijie aside!"

"They're about to catch up!"

"Hahaha!"

The black windbreaker smiled heartily, extremely arrogant.

"Alright, alright."

"Uncle, you are also a famous cartoonist after all."

"Show off your courage as a manga artist!"

"Such a small scene!"

The black windbreaker swung the steering wheel of the helicopter with the momentum of a formula racing car, and at the same time freed up one hand, giving a thumbs up to Kubo behind him.

"I will handle it!"

Kubo looked at his thumb, then at the other hand holding the notebook, and finally cast his desperate gaze on the idling steering wheel.

Why should I make a wish to the gods!

…………

Yuanyuan raised her sword, but didn't make another move.

She seemed to be waiting for something.

Yuanyuan looked in a certain direction.

The mixed races suddenly reacted.

They seem to have thought about what this elder sister from Kyushu is waiting for.

Not long ago, when the present Buddha and the future Buddha appeared at the same time, the live broadcast screen was divided into two.

On one side is Yuanyuan and the present Buddha, and on the other is Chen Pingan and the future Buddha.

Yuanyuan's battle is so sublime that people can't help but pay more attention to it.

So subconsciously ignoring the battle on the other side.

Chen Pingan and the future Buddha.

Unlike the understatement of the big sister, Chen Ping's battle can be described as tragic.

From the very beginning, he fell into the boundless sea of ​​people.

The future Buddha is a young monk sitting on a red lotus of flesh and blood, but compared to that monk, it is more accurate to say that the body of the future Buddha should be a red lotus of flesh and blood.

The previous flesh and blood branches penetrated into the ground, walls and ceiling, and were scattered in every corner of this room. When the flesh and blood red lotus gave birth to a young monk, a sudden change occurred.

One after another, the relics drilled out of the wall and quickly distorted to the size of a sleeping bag. The monster curled up inside could be seen through the translucent outer wall.

If Yuanyuan and his party were here, they would definitely be able to tell at a glance that these were believers who had appeared in the murals and believed in the future Buddha.

Chen Ping'an is a martial idiot, he wants to hone himself by fighting, but he is not stupid, he naturally knows the truth of capturing the thief first.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young monk must be the key to this monster.

But when he wanted to take action, it was too late.

Flesh and flesh fruits were dropped from the ceiling, bursting instantly, and viscous liquid splashed in all directions, followed by a deformed monster walking out of it.

One fruit after another means one monster after another.

They are stronger than ordinary Deadpool or Iron Arhat. They are the citizens of the future Buddha Kingdom, and they can also be called Bhikkhuni.

Chen Pingan frowned, gained enough strength, and stepped on the ground.

Without using any moves, just relying on the domineering body of the first nine-turn golden body, Chen Pingan stepped on the ground and burst, the soil undulated like waves, and the flesh and blood branches that tried to touch him from under the ground broke off one by one, flowing out gold. Blood.

The warning sign in his heart eased, but bhikkhunis were already surrounded from all directions. Chen Pingan glanced around, and finally looked at the young monk sitting on the lotus platform in front of him, and his eyes stopped for a while on the smile at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Chen Ping'an felt something.

The words of the elder sister seemed to ring in my ears.

She said, "Ten breaths."

Is that so?Ten breaths.

Although Chen Pingan still doesn't know why the battle needs to be resolved within ten breaths.

But it doesn't matter.

This is the task given by the elder sister Yuanyuan.

In the Children's Palace, when the teacher is not around, the elder sister Yuanyuan is the biggest. Even though this girl is usually immersed in her own world and rarely pays attention to the outside world, every warrior respects her very much.

Since ten breaths, then ten breaths.

Chen Pingan slowly closed his eyes.

In this future Buddha will be face to face.

Surrounded by nuns here.

There are enemies in all directions who may die at any time.

He slowly closed his eyes.

His expression was all calm.

At this moment, the mixed races before the live broadcast were all attracted by Yuanyuan.

Only a small number of people will pay attention to the battle on the other side.

Even so, when they found out that Chen Pingan had closed his eyes, they were puzzled and full of doubts, not knowing what this man was going to do.

Do you want to die?
Suicide?
Wake up, hello, no insurance company in this world will insure such activities as dragon slaying, the risk is too high.

But a strange scene appeared.

Obviously Chen Ping'an closed his eyes, lost his perception of the outside world, and was already in the weakest state.

But none of the bhikkhunis rushed forward.

All of them stand still.

The look of shrinking, even seems a little confused.

It seemed that in the eyes of the bhikkhunis, Chen Pingan could not be found.

In fact, this is the case.

Not only the nuns, but even the young monks on the lotus platform showed doubts on their faces.

The delicate eyebrows glanced around, but he couldn't find that person no matter what.

Where have you been?
"Explosive Pill!"

The boy's voice rang through Chen Pingan's mind like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.

He seemed to return to that day a few months ago.

"Oh, you ask me if there is any method similar to Yuanyuan Shijie's swastika solution?"

The figure of Lu Mingfei carrying his bag and preparing to go out stopped after hearing what Chen Pingan said.

"Well, please teach me, teacher."

Chen Ping'an clasped his fists respectfully.

The fist was held by the boy.

Lu Mingfei looked at him with a smile.

"It's my pleasure to teach you. Don't keep saluting. You are not tired, but I am also tired watching it."

As he spoke, he pressed Chen Pingan's fist.

"As for the method, I think of one."

"Your elder sister's Shijie Swastika is said to be a combination of the special moves of the sword raising method and the Lingbao sect method. It accumulates the usual sword intent and sword light, compresses and condenses it, and when it is needed at a certain moment, it will all explode. A long period of dormancy is exchanged for instant smoothness."

Lu Mingfei slowly closed his palms, and then opened them abruptly.

He turned his head to look at Chen Pingan with a serious face.

"I think you should also know that there has never been power for no reason in this world. If you want to get something, you must give something."

Chen Pingan nodded silently. He and Lu Mingfei looked at each other, explaining his attitude with calm eyes.

He is ready for everything.

"The foundation of Yuanyuan's sublimation is her sword."

"Well, come to think of it, what do you have?"

"Strength? Qi and blood? Spirit?"

"No matter what, as long as you have it, you can use this technique."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Explosive Dan."

Chen Ping visualized himself as a hibernating worm, all the [-] pores on his body were closed, and he couldn't even breathe.

At that time the teacher asked him what he had.

Now Chen Ping can give the answer.

He has blood.

The qi and blood of the first level of the nine-turn golden body are manifested.

So, so be it.

Compress, compress, compress again.

He is like a three-legged and two-eared cauldron, surrounded by stars as many as the Ganges sands, and the dead and cold universe is just his alchemy.

All the qi and blood flowed back to the center of the cauldron, compressed and condensed, and finally turned into a flickering but inextinguishable fire.

This is, Danhuo.

Rumble!
The first sound of thunder exploded in early spring, and the waking of insects has arrived.

Chen Pingan opened his eyes.

Pill fire swayed in this pupil.

"Explosive Pill!"