Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 87 Dragon Horse
There was lightning and thunder, and there seemed to be silver-white tree branches blooming in the gloomy sky, and the white light illuminated the gloomy eyes in the rider's helmet.

The rainwater pulled a meandering trickle on the windows of the Maybach, and the black Maybach and the black Kawasaki modified motorcycle on the elevated road went side by side, and the six white characters of "high mobility test type" on the other side's body had a strong Eva flavor clear and distinct.

Lu Mingfei had already picked up the bolt pistol, and just as he was about to fire, the rider waved at him again.

Only this time, he had two extra katanas in his hands, and the scarlet tassels on the hilts fluttered lonely in the world that seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

The rider held the knife in his backhand, the scabbard fell off and was left behind by the wind and rain, and the blade shone brightly on the silver snake running across the sky.

Lu Mingfei realized that he had made a mistake, and before he realized this, he had already dropped his bolt pistol, kicked the car door and jumped out, his growl remained in the howling wind:

"Fingal!"

"Roger that!"

Fingel also noticed it—it was the small sword of the translator Setsuko!

The blade failed to pierce the gray-black sack on the back seat of the motorcycle, but broke the leather rope binding the sack.

Lu Mingfei's body instincts were faster than his reaction speed, he had already dodged onto the motorcycle, his palm grasping the falling blade.

The leather rope binding the gray-black sack was loosened round and round, and Finger also rushed over, hugged the sack with one hand, and grabbed the Maybach passenger door with the other hand as a cushion to counteract inertia, dragging along the road out a long distance.

Lu Mingfei didn't notice the blood dripping, and his bright golden pupils were reflected in the helmet's eyepiece.

What he held in his other hand was a ferocious chainsword, and the chain blade made a manic roar at this moment, trying to tear the rider's chest open.

But a sharp edge blocked the chain blade's entry, and a cascade of dazzling sparks poured down—the rider's other hand drew out the blade to defend.

In the next second, as the rider let go of his hands, the motorcycle lost its balance directly, and the two fell from the bike. The motorcycle still had residual inertia and wiped out a long series of water splashes on the road.

Lu Mingfei quickly regained his balance and stood after a few rolls, and the other rider did the same, dragging on the road with both hands to relieve the inertia.

The heavy rain became pouring in an instant, as if the sound of the whole world was smashed down by the sound of the rain, flowing down the road.

"The S-rank of the headquarters! The fierce ghosts 'Ryoma', here..."

The motorcycle rider took off his helmet and saluted Lu Mingfei loudly in the rain.

But he didn't finish his sentence. A black Maybach pierced through the rain curtain and turned into a battering ram, knocking him out hard.

The sound of bones exploding could be clearly heard in the rain, and Lu Mingfei had heard the same sound from General Wang——

That wasn't a broken bone, but the explosive sound of bone friction and combination. Obviously, Ryoma is not an extraordinary body, and he entered a state of a greatly enhanced body on the way to be knocked into the air.

As if he stepped on the brakes in mid-air, he stopped his inverted figure, and his feet landed firmly on the ground.

"Interrupting people's etiquette is an act of apology, bastard..."

He stared indifferently at Chu Zihang who stepped down from the Maybach with golden eyes, and spoke in a low voice.

The raindrops made a "sizzling" sound when it fell on him, and wisps of fine white smoke evaporated.

If the people in the Japanese branch were here, they would definitely be shocked by the appearance of the "Ryoma" of the fierce ghosts, and then try their best to inform the main family of the location of the other party before they completely die.

If the "King General" is an unfathomable and strange wise man, then the "Dragon Horse" is a bloodthirsty executioner!
Every time he appears, he is accompanied by countless blood and corpses, and he is an extremely evil ghost whose threat level is second only to the king's general.

Since the former director of the executive bureau who led the team to round up him two years ago was seriously injured, Ryoma seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.

This also made many elites angry but had no place to vent. They believed that as long as this evil spirit appeared again, the newly appointed director general Yuan Zhisheng would definitely kill him.

But Lu Mingfei didn't know who Ryoma was, and he couldn't understand the other party's self-introduction in Japanese.

Of course, it doesn't matter who the other party is now. When he raised Shijinzi's two small swords, he was already labeled a heretic by Lu Mingfei.

Since it is a heresy, it needs to be eliminated and purified.

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to pull the chainsaw sword and go forward, he suddenly turned his head with a feeling.

The premonition gave him a strong crisis feedback—from the rear!
Lu Mingfei immediately turned around and rushed to where Finger was.

"Hey, S-rank coward! Don't try to escape!"

Long Ma was taken aback, and then yelled loudly.

Just when he was about to raise his knife to pursue, he suddenly heard a high-pitched and fast chant from behind.

The howling wind and rain can't cover up the explosion of this syllable. Compared with that ancient language, all sounds in the world are as small as mosquitoes.

Followed by a round of sun rising from the rain!

Afterwards, the sun dragged its bright flame tail and billowing white smoke and hit the dragon horse with an excited and mad expression on its face.

Yan Ling. Jun Yan!

boom!
The fireball crashed down, and the entire elevated highway trembled violently.

It's a pity that many online media articles are promoting and boasting of high-quality Japanese roads, but they failed to catch up with Chu Zihang's flame, and a gap was blown out of the middle.

The visual presentation effect brought by the explosion of the Junyan is more powerful than the actual power. The pouring rain was vaporized by the high temperature into a thick white steam at the moment of the explosion of the Junyan. rise.

Chu Zihang walked forward silently and pulled out Cunyu.

This alchemy weapon seemed to be screaming along with the boiling dragon's blood of its master, a scorching red light appeared on the blade, and the rainwater was evaporated by the high temperature radiating from the blade before it dripped down.

But Chu Zihang didn't notice this, he raised his head slightly to look at the sky, and the rain kept pouring down from the sky.

It seemed to be back to that rainy night again.

"Amazing! I never expected to see such a bright sun!"

Crazy laughter came from the black smoke, Long Ma walked out of the billowing black smoke holding a knife, saw Chu Zihang's pupils burning golden flames in the rain, the corners of his mouth grinned.

Although he didn't take Jun Yan's blow head-on, his black rider uniform was also burned, revealing the armor made up of countless scales in the shape of swords and shields. His chest and muscles were gray and white. The undulations under the scales contained explosive power.

"Report your name! In addition to S-rank, you are also an interesting opponent!"

Ryoma laughed, waved the long knife in his hand, and cut a piece of rain.

But Chu Zihang didn't answer, he bent down, grasped the village rain that was as red as molten iron with both hands, and faced Ryoma with a sword drawn.

"Forget it... It seems that the sword is our common language."

Ryoma's smile became more and more excited.

(End of this chapter)