Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 479 tragic
Surrounded by a familiar environment, it seems that when Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and opened them again, he went to climb the stairs to the sky.

There is an unreal sense of illusion.

but.

A golden light flashed across Lu Mingfei's eyes.

The awakened blood proves that all the previous things are not illusory.

Finally, the monster on the throne appeared in front of Lu Mingfei again.

Could it be...

Lu Mingfei's eyes fell on the red cloth.

This piece of red cloth is covered with Tian Congyun Sword.

It should have been.

Lu Mingfei tore off the red cloth.

A strange samurai sword came into view.

The whole body is pitch black, completely different from the legendary white Amacongyun Sword.

Lu Mingfei discovered that the blade had leaf texture, and there was an inscription on it that read "Cunzheng".

Muramasa...

A famous sword in Japanese legend.

One of the demon swords is Muramasa.

Yaodao Village is different from Yaodao Doji and Spider Cut. It does not refer to a knife, but a general term for a class of knives.

Legend has it that the Muramasa clan of swordsmiths has a unique skill in casting knives. The knives in their hands are extremely sharp, and they are made of sand and nickel. Many important people died under the knives made by Muramasa. With a mysterious color, Yaodao Muramasa is also regarded as ominous.

The villager in front of Lu Mingfei doesn't know how many generations it is, but it can be placed in the shrine enshrining Tiancongyun Sword, at least it is a legendary alchemy tool.

But, it's strange, why is the Yaodao Muramasa placed in the place where the Amazono Cloud Sword is enshrined, so where is the real Amazono Cloud Sword?
But in this way, it can also explain why there is a monster with neither human nor ghost on the highest throne of the ascension to the sky, instead of a pure-blooded dragon.

Because the shrines have already occupied the magpie's nest.

The real Tiancongyun sword disappeared. Judging from the meaning of the sword servants, they themselves didn't know about it, and thought that the shrine still enshrined the Tiancongyun sword.

Lu Mingfei shook his head and smiled.

I came here this time to get the Tiancongyun Sword. Although I couldn’t get it in the end, by chance, I awakened the Dragon Blood and created the Dragon Blood Martial Arts. The purpose of taking the sword is to improve my strength, but it’s better to awaken The dragon's blood strengthens one's body, and the real strength in one's hands is good.

It doesn't matter if you fail to take the sword, it's the same with awakening the dragon's blood, it's all about improving your strength, and in the end, you will end up with the same goal by different routes.

And didn't I get a demon sword?
Lu Mingfei's eyes were sharp, and he had an invisible aura surrounding him.

Lu Mingfei's left and right hands each hold the hilt of the Yaodao Village Zheng's scabbard, and slowly pull it out. The blade is as clean as new, free from dust, reflecting Lu Mingfei's golden vertical pupils.

The village is buzzing.

This is the expression of its thirst for blood and desire to kill.

The Demon Sword is not in vain, Muramasa is extremely murderous, and the desire for blood is like a wave that repeatedly washes away the consciousness of the sword bearer. If you change to a person with an ordinary will, or a mixed race, you may have already been aroused by the Demon Sword Village. , became a puppet, controlled by it, and became a sword slave who only knew how to kill.

But unfortunately, it ran into Lu Mingfei.

Treacherous ravings rang in his ears.

A scarlet phantom flashed in front of his eyes.

Lu Mingfei smiled lightly.

"Banmen get an axe."

A phantom of a sea of ​​blood was looming, and the ravings and phantoms were startled, like a domestic dog encountering a fierce tiger, whimpering, and fled with its tail between its legs.

The buzzing of Yaodao Village suddenly stopped.

It changed its style, quietly in Lu Mingfei's hands, as cute as a pet.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

In this way, I can be regarded as subduing this demon sword.

So……

It's time to end.

Lu Mingfei put the knife back into its sheath,

…………

Deadpool poured out of the demon lair like a tide.

They rushed towards the sword servant clan of Izumo country.

Under the command of Jiu Toku Mai, the mechanism traps play a huge role. Ground traps, rope loops, and spikes greatly slow down the pace of Deadpool's attack.

But with Deadpool's terrifying physical strength, the traps can cause extremely limited damage, and even at most only injuries, not even a dead Deadpool.

Mai Tokuku stood at the forefront, his cold eyes reflected the ugly appearance of the Deadpools.

"Get ready for close combat."

The Sword Servant who was in charge of contact nodded.

"Yes!"

Soon, the members of the Sword Servant clan got the news.

"It's coming."

"Is it my turn?"

I've heard how scary these ghosts are since I was a child, but today I want to take a closer look. "

Everyone in the clan is gearing up.

There were also people who remained silent, with worry and fear in their eyes.

"It's all right, kid."

The elders laughed beside them.

"Ghosts also become human beings. Just like human beings, they will die if they are killed."

"You also have some precious treasures."

There was a touch of tenderness in the worried eyes.

He nodded heavily.

The elders laughed.

"Let me give you some advice."

"When you are afraid, think about the treasures you cherish."

"You'll be free from fear."

The noisy front line suddenly fell silent, and the clansmen cast their gazes one after another. They officially fought against the ghosts.

"It's that adult!"

"Royal blood..."

"It's amazing!"

The clansmen of the sword servant clan talked a lot, and the fighting spirit burning in their eyes became even more high-spirited.

"You can't just let adults work hard alone!"

"We have to do our best!"

"go!"

"Isn't it just death, what are you afraid of!"

"Hahaha Jiro, you are wrong. If you are too pessimistic, you will be abandoned by the gods. Keep your spirits up, we will not necessarily die!"

"In my opinion, isn't it Deadpool? What's there to be afraid of!"

"Hahaha, you're right, isn't it Deadpool!"

Smiling and laughing, the clansmen gradually lowered their faces and took a deep breath.

"It's coming."

"Oh!"

At the forefront of the battlefield is Ruri Kazama.

He blocked a large number of Deadpool by himself.

It's not a rock in the sea, but like a dam that stops the tide, where the glass in the wind stands, no dead waiter can go over it.

This unforgettable handsome young man, the royal blood that the Sword Servant clan has been waiting for for generations, the Dragon King lord of the fierce ghosts, and the eternal legend in the Japanese Cowherd world, with his own strength, curbed the raging momentum of the Deadpool tide.

The members of the Sword Servant clan looked this way with fanaticism.

Even Jiutoku Mai, when he looked at Kazama Ruri, there was a touch of shock in his eyes.

Kazama Liuli is too dazzling, maybe it's because of the emperor's blood, or maybe it's something else, God seems to be particularly partial to this young man, strength and beauty are perfectly integrated in him, even bloody killings, in the hands of Kazema Liuli, there is also a sense of elegance beauty.

But after all, there is only one Kazama Ruri.Although Jiutoku Mai has confidence in her own strength, but that is also in the field of stealth assassination. If it is a frontal attack, she is not as good as Kazama Ruri.

What's more, it is still under the circumstances that the boss cannot be contacted and the two legendary artifacts cannot be summoned.

Mai Tokuku barely guarded the next line of defense to block Deadpool, even though the length of the line of defense was not comparable to that of Ruri Kazama.

The other members of the Sword Servant clan gritted their teeth and stepped forward.

There is no way for them to retreat. If the first line of defense is breached, their relatives, children and the elderly who are guarding the rear will have to face the threat of Deadpool.

They're going to stop the threat here.

Bet on the dignity of a man.

The cohesion of the Sword Servant clan exploded so impressively that it actually stopped the tide of Deadpool for a while.

But they are only mixed races after all.

Even if the god body has been guarded for generations, every member of the Sword Servant clan has awakened the dragon blood early.

But in the final analysis, they are only mixed races, and the concentration of their bloodlines is not as strong as that of Kazama Ruri and Lu Mingfei, and they can even be compared with Shutoku Mai.

"what!"

Deadpool bit off the samurai sword, jumped out from the side, threw down the sword servant clansman, and screamed sharply across the sky. The pain in this voice made people frown and their hair stood upside down. .

"not good!"

The expressions of the sword servants changed drastically.

If there is a hole in the defense line,

Deadpool drove straight in, and the people behind...

Immediately someone rushed over desperately, the captain blew his whistle, and the Sensei tribe on the first line of defense changed their positions and quickly made up for the loopholes.

The precarious line of defense was restored to stability.

But after that, similar situations happened again and again.

More and more clansmen died tragically.

Compared with Deadpool, the bloodlines that the mixed races are proud of do not have an advantage. Fighting alone, the mixed races are not Deadpool's opponents, not to mention that the mixed races are still at a disadvantage in terms of numbers.

The line of defense has been modified repeatedly, and each member of the Sword Servant tribe has exerted their respective abilities to the extreme, but sometimes the cold reality cannot accommodate miracles, and the first line of defense is crumbling under the impact of the Deadpool tide.

At that time, the back of the Sword Servants will be completely exposed to the minions of the Dead Servants.

Even Liuli Fengjian, the emperor's blood, is indeed powerful, but once he falls into the siege of the dead waiter, there will be terrible monsters in all directions, even the emperor's blood will be exhausted at times.

The captain roared, staring at the golden pupil, bit off the cloth strip and tied the handle and the hilt of the sword tightly, and tied it tightly.

There was another hole in the line of defense.

Before he had time to grieve for his dead comrades, the captain had to face a choice.

There are not enough people.

There is no longer any clansman who can step up to fill in the loopholes.

Want to retreat to the rear?

The captain gritted his teeth and bled.

His relatives, his clan, and the hope of all of them in the shrine.

Really... only retreat?
"Father!"

A childish cry is close at hand.

The captain pushed Deadpool away with a roar, and turned back angrily.

Sure enough, I saw that bastard.

"What are you doing here!"

"Forget where you are guarding!"

"Go back to where you should go!"

The young man ignored him and ran to the top of the hole in the defense line.

The captain's pupils shrank.

A Deadpool rushed over and snarled and gave the young man a claw. He clutched his chest and backed away, coughing twice.

It turned out that my father was fighting such a monster.

"mess!"

The captain snorted.

The young man grinned.

"Father, I am not, there is only one person."

One by one, the young clansmen rushed forward.

They are really young, and they are only in middle school in the outside world, but now they are desperately fighting monsters.

"Uncle!"

"We can't just watch and do nothing."

"Let's fight together."

The captain looked at the young faces and blinked.

He exhaled.

"So, you are all ready to die."

"of course."

"definitely."

The captain smiled in relief.

Then put on a straight face.

"Come on then."

With the addition of young people from the rear, the defense line has been stabilized again.

Young people can't compete with their veteran seniors in terms of combat effectiveness, but they are superior in numbers, coupled with frequent training on weekdays and tacit cooperation, they finally pulled the battle situation back from the precarious edge of the cliff.

But they are not enough.

There are new forces joining the defense.

They saw an old figure.

Some young people changed their faces.

"grandfather!"

"Uncle!"

"Grandpa!"

"grandmother!"

Old men, old enough to lose their teeth, swung swords and joined the fray.

When the battle area was initially allocated, although they were allowed to go to the battlefield under the strong request of the old people, the captain and the others still paid attention to it, and all the old people were assigned a relatively safe guard area.

Originally, if the flames of war reached the area where the old man was guarding, it would mean that the front line was completely occupied, and the entire army of the sword servants would be wiped out. In this way, the war could already be declared a failure, and it would make no difference whether the old people hid at home or went to the battlefield.

But now that the front line has not yet collapsed, the old people took the initiative to go to the battlefield. With their decayed bodies, what is the difference between such behavior and death.

the captain yelled.

"Go back to your seats!"

"Come on! Come on!"

"The plan was disrupted by you, you know!"

The old people laughed.

"Little ghost, don't tell us what to do here."

"Have you forgotten who taught you the sword?"

"We do things, but we still need you to make irresponsible remarks!"

The captain's face turned red and then pale, but the status of these old men is not low, and he didn't know what to say.

"Okay, brat."

Said a dignified old man.

"This is a battle that determines the life and death of our family."

"Hide behind and watch you charge and kill, and wait for the final result."

"That's not our style."

"Since life and death depend on this battle."

"Let us old men do our best."

The team was silent for a long time.

In the end he could only smile wryly.

Forget it.

He frowned, gritted his teeth and shook his head.

Now he doesn't care what the front line is or what the rear is.

The sword servants put all their strength on them.

It's life or death, it's a fight here.

This time, the number of mixed races and dead waiters was finally equal, and even the sword waiters had the upper hand.

But they need time to adjust their formation and distribute their strength.

Deadpool won't give them time.

That said, someone needs to act to buy them time.

It is conceivable that such a thing must be close to death.

Old people, young people, soldiers, several groups of people are in dispute.

They are not giving in, but snatching, and they all want to go by themselves.

"Leave it to us."

"They're all dying anyway."

A hoarse voice that does not resemble a human voice.

The elder tore off his black robe, revealing a deformed body that was almost deadpool.

The cursed ones behind her did the same.

Their golden pupils were scorching hot, and the dragon blood in their bodies seemed to be boiling, nourishing this almost dead body.

The heart began to beat vigorously again, very powerfully.

The speed of distortion suddenly accelerated.

They are squeezing their own vitality, at the cost of complete distortion or even death, to burn a ray of dawn for the people of the tribe.

The elder turned his head and glanced at the sword servant Hua and the sword servant Lian.

There was no trace of human features in this monster's face.

The elder didn't say anything, and with a long roar, he led the aberrant clansmen under his command and rushed into the group of dead servants.

Two waves of monsters collided fiercely.

(End of this chapter)