Dragon Clan: Returning from Rebirth, My God Lu Mingfei Tu preaches the Tao

Chapter 238 Beowulf, die!

The howling wind and rain stopped.

The manic thunder and lightning frenzy stopped.

Time stopped, space stopped, and the breathing of everyone present also stopped.

They all looked forward in shock.

Lu Mingfei came from the void, and stretched out his hand to grab Beowulf's neck.

The latter's ferocious figure like a dragon was lifted up a little bit like this, and no matter how hard the opponent struggled, it was useless.

The teachers and students could no longer use words to describe the shock at this moment.

In their hearts, Lu Mingfei, an S-level freshman, has risen to a terrifying height. If they had to compare, it would be even more profound than Anger's position in their hearts.

Not only is Lu Mingfei's bloodline so powerful that it is terrifying, but his mentality is also frightening.

The boy grabbed Beowulf's neck coldly like this, and then lifted him up as if he was carrying an indifferent doll.

But this is obviously the existence of the third-degree violent blood, whose bloodline is so powerful that it is comparable to the next-generation species, and it is the Taishan Beidou of the mixed-race world.

This is Beowulf. It can be said that he is the most powerful dragon slayer of mixed blood today. He was once the leader of the secret party action team and a great dragon bloodthirsty. Even Angers is not as good as him, at least in terms of seniority. There is a huge difference.

It can be said that Beowulf is a person in power who combines power, status and even strength, but at the moment it is like a dead dog being pinched in his hands.

It can be said that the reverence of the teachers and students for Lu Mingfei has reached its peak.

What you are afraid of is the terrifying dragon blood strength of the opponent, no matter what level you are, the final outcome will be controlled by the opponent.

It is respectful that the opponent can protect Kassel Academy as if it was his own. If it weren't for this boy's strong shots, the teachers and students of Kassel would have died and injured under the impact of this disaster.

Lu Mingfei could not have done this, he could have taken the girl he loves far away, instead of enduring the sanction of the college directors while doing heroic deeds, but he did endure it and never gave up from the beginning to the end Academy people.

The emotions of the teachers and students are as continuous as the torrential river, and as if the Yellow River is flooding out of control.

Many people wept secretly and their hearts were touched.

Many teachers and students silently "guarded" the school directors present, no matter how hard these people struggled, they could not escape from the siege of teachers and students.

The teachers and students secretly gritted their teeth. Except for Beowulf, most of the other school managers are also inseparable.

Wait for Lu Mingfei to free his hand, and for Cassel to calm down, and then find these guys to settle the case one by one.

This is definitely not a trial of Lu Mingfei, but a trial of these school managers.

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Beowulf made a hoarse sound from his throat.

He was picked up by Lu Mingfei and could no longer speak.

He kept struggling, his legs kept jumping, and the hands that had been reduced to dragon claws kept pulling Lu Mingfei's arm, but the boy's seemingly thin arm was as stable as a rock, motionless.

Just like that, he grabbed Beowulf's neck, and then began to shrink his strength little by little.

The crackling sound resounded, like the crackling sound of someone burning dry wood in a silent night, but it was actually Beowulf's neck being pinched and exploded little by little.

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning have long since stopped, and the crackling sound is particularly piercing in the quiet atmosphere, and it has a scalp-numbing sense of horror.

Beowulf let out a low growl of pain, but he couldn't break free.

His throat was almost crushed, and even cracks began to appear on his neck. Iron-gray blood dripped from these wounds, and fell on the void with a muffled sound.

Obviously, Beowulf, who is almost completely transformed into a dragon, has transformed his own blood into a pure-blooded dragon, which is highly toxic and corrosive. Even steel can be instantly melted by this blood, which is dozens of times stronger than the power of strong acid. times.

But when the iron-gray poisonous blood dripped onto Lu Mingfei's arms, it only turned his sleeves into ashes, and his skin didn't even get hurt at all.

In fact, to a certain extent, Lu Mingfei's physique has surpassed the ordinary next-generation species, and has transformed into a real dragon king's physique, and the same is true for his own strength.

It's just that he hasn't become the real Supreme yet.

At this moment, he continued to exert strength, and his face was slightly pale.

His own real situation is actually not as easy as outsiders see, and it seems that even Beowulf's condensed Thunder Sun can't do anything about it.

You must know that this is a powerful secret technique comparable to a small nuclear bomb, and Lu Mingfei is not the real Dragon King, so it is impossible to cancel it easily.

In fact, he seemed to be unscathed, and solved it in a calm and breezy way. In fact, Lu Mingfei absorbed the energy of the Thunder Sun's explosion in a very obscure way.

It was precisely because he had absorbed the power of thunder that it seemed that he had mastered this terrifying outburst, and even made himself extremely powerful, thus completely breaking Beowulf's mind.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei tightly grabbed Beowulf's neck, and there was no emotion in those eyes.

The death sentence for Beowulf had been handed down the moment the other party identified him as the Dragon King.

This patriarch from the Beowulf family must die today.

Lu Mingfei's expression was cold. From the very beginning, Beowulf didn't intend to give him a way out. As long as he was judged as the Dragon King, he would become the enemy of the entire mixed race world, and even a dazzling torch in the dark world.

At that time, whether it is righteous, evil, or hybrids with other purposes, they will target Lu Mingfei. Come.

Lu Mingfei didn't care about these things, because he had absolute power to ensure that he would not be harmed, but the people around him who cared about him couldn't guarantee his safety.

Eliyi, Chu Zihang, Yuan Zhisheng, his uncle and aunt, and that little fat man Lu Mingze, etc., these people will become his weakness, if he doesn't take good care of these people in the future, it is very likely that Tragedy strikes again.

Moreover, Lu Mingfei's enemies are not only those hybrids, but also those pure-blooded dragons that have existed since ancient times, as well as those terrifying forces hidden deep under the iceberg.

With the complex situation in the future, Lu Mingfei can't even guarantee his absolute safety. After all, the forces behind Odin are too secretive and powerful. On the CC1000 train, the illusion that the little devil once brought to him is very strong. Things like goblins like locusts, or even something like Odin aren't final characters.

When the big fish behind him surfaced, no one knew what kind of terrible environment he would face, so how could he ensure that the people he cared about around him would be safe and sound.

Beowulf!

There was a violent killing intent in Lu Mingfei's eyes, and this killing intent could no longer be concealed.

Even in the last life, the old Beowulf didn't intend to give him a way out, and he was very persistent in sending those elite teams to assassinate him, even chasing him all the way to the North Pole.

Such a dog, in the future, it is obviously disadvantageous to unite in the future to face those big fish behind the scenes, because the opponent itself is an unstable factor, and when this guy raises his spearhead against Lu Mingfei, it will only make the situation worse worse.

So Lu Mingfei had a thousand and ten thousand reasons to kill Beowulf.

And he is currently completing this step.

Beowulf must die today, even if the gods come.

And as Lu Mingfei's hands became stronger and stronger, Beowulf's suffocation became more and more intense.

Because of the side effects of the violent blood, his brain was confused, his vision became extremely blurred, and the world became a distorted vortex, but only Lu Mingfei's face seemed extraordinarily real.

With such a cold face, the boy silently stared at him, staring at his death.

This reminds Beowulf of the first time he was thrown into Deadpool's cage by his father.

Father said that only by killing the dead waiter will the cage be opened and he will be released.

At that time, although Beowulf already had a certain combat power, he was really terrified in the face of something unreasonable like Deadpool.

He almost forgot all his usual fighting skills the moment Deadpool culled him, and the world in front of him was only the frenzied rush of wind and Deadpool's ferocious face.

The results are obvious.

Beowulf was beaten to the ground, and the Deadpool pounced on him, tearing his robes as much as he wanted, sucking the blood from his wound frantically, but Deadpool still didn't feel satisfied, and directly tore Beowulf's body. Wu Fu's throat began to suck blood from the aorta, enjoying the pleasure of the sweet gushing.

Beowulf was so weak at the time that he could only let the other party ask for it.

Father slapped the iron cage vigorously, and even roared angrily, trying to arouse Beowulf's fighting spirit, but he could no longer hear it, and the world around his ears became extremely silent.

The dead waiter let out a frenzied grin, the pleasure of the desire to succeed, the excitement is almost ready to come out, the dead waiter has harvested the rare spoils, and Beowulf is about to die tragically.

At that moment, Beowulf only felt a strong unwillingness surge in his chest.

Why!
Why would a monster dare to ride on his body to dominate and even kill him.

He looks weak like a woman, which is ridiculous and even more pathetic!
He was descended from the great Beowulf family, and the future is destined to slay dragons, not die in the stinking mouth of a deadpool, and finally become a dry corpse.

Beowulf began to try to attack. Although he was weak and failed again and again, the unwillingness in his heart became more and more intense, almost turning into substance. He began to growl and attack Deadpool with a crazy burst of blood.

The Deadpool began to retreat steadily. Although the injuries on both sides were horrific, Beowulf's outbreak was even more terrifying, and he gave it all up.

Deadpool became more and more unbearable, and was finally forced into a corner of the cage by him. In front of his father and countless family members, he began to tear Deadpool's body until he forcibly swallowed the deadpool.

In the end, Beowulf lay exhausted on his back in the cage, covered in blood, but he only felt happy and laughed uncontrollably. At that moment, he was extremely happy.

Those clansmen who originally looked down on him, even those who ignored him, had eyes full of affirmation for him at that moment, including his father.

That feeling also gave Beowulf a strong sense of identity, and this feeling even became the goal and motivation he pursued throughout his life.

Since then, Beowulf has never been afraid of anything. As he grows older, he kills more and more deadpools. Later, his hunting objects become dragon-shaped deadpools, pure-blooded dragons, Three generations and so on.

With the courage in his heart, he improves his own strength time and time again. He has gained the friendship of sharing weal and woe, and he will also grieve for the death of his best friend.

Until he became the leader of Beowulf's clan.

How hard and how tyrannical and brilliant he has come this way, how could he die here, at the hands of a dragon.

Do not!The majesty and glory of the Beowulf family must not be ruined in my hands!
Lu Mingfei's face turned into that of the former Deadpool, and now this Deadpool ripped open his throat, ready to drink his blood.

The smirk of the desire to succeed resounded in his ears again.

Thinking of this, Beowulf's platinum eyes filled with mad unwillingness. He was unwilling to be killed like a dog by Lu Mingfei, let alone being trampled on the majesty and glory of the Beowulf clan.

Under this crazy idea, his bloodline began the final impact.

The third degree of violent blood is already the limit, but it is not the limit of Beowulf.

"Lu Mingfei, you forced me to do this. Let's all die together. I want you to know that the majesty of the Beowulf clan must never be insulted!"

Beowulf roared madly, and fountains of iron-grey blood burst from his shattered throat.

In order to be able to say this sentence completely, he used his own strength to muster his energy. After he finished speaking, his throat was completely shattered.

A terrifying breath surged from his body, and the surrounding void was twisted layer by layer. At this moment, any A-level hybrids who stepped into it would be instantly strangled into blood mist.

Bloodshed four times!

Beowulf completed the fourth bloody!

This is an absolute forbidden zone, although it can be exchanged for the authority to roar the world, but from then on the spirit will be sold to the devil, and become a slave without self.

But Beowulf didn't care anymore, he had to kill Lu Mingfei, the unknown dragon king, with a strong posture, and he would rather sacrifice his life for this.

The terrifying atmosphere is like a frenzied tide, and this place has become a huge storm field.

Beowulf felt nothing but great spiritual joy.

He stood above the abyss, and under the abyss were the figures of Beowulf from generation to generation. They smiled and waved to him, as if they were welcoming their closest partners.

Beowulf laughed too, feeling only peace and joy in his heart at the moment.

Although he was depraved, Beowulfs did not blame him, instead they showed smiles full of encouragement and praise to him.

Beowulf only felt an unprecedented sense of identification rising from his chest.

Two lines of tears ran down his iron face.

And Beowulf's posture began to undergo drastic changes, completely turning into a perfect dragon form, like an angel, like a devil.

Two lines of iron-gray tears froze on the cold iron surface.

Beowulf only felt happy, but that face was extraordinarily ferocious and cruel.

With a roar, he was ready to announce this great rebirth to the world.

But with a click, the sound of breaking resounded like thunder in the void.

With a cold face, Lu Mingfei gripped Beowulf's neck tightly, while the opponent's body, which was about to explode violently, slumped limply, without any breath of life.

Beowulf has since been declared dead.

(End of this chapter)