Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from the Original God

Chapter 42 Divided Battlefield (Thank you for your support)
"Are you a guilty conscience, or,"

Lu Mingfei clutched his right hand tightly with his left hand. The old man's speed was so fast that people couldn't see his movements clearly. Even if he had turned on the eternal vision, this move was extremely fast.

It was a killing that fell on him in an instant, even faster than the speed of sound transmission, but it was a pity that he met Lu Mingfei.For an eternity, unless his attack can surpass his thinking, the sword cannot be applied to Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei snatched the sharp blade from his hand with his left hand, turned sideways to avoid Ling who was blocking him, and kicked the old man to the ground. The old man's saber finally pierced into his palm.

"Are you the internal response of the fierce ghosts?"

Lu Mingfei looked down at his golden pupils, and there was a feeling of humiliation spreading there. He didn't make any answer, but bit the corners of his mouth tightly.

"It's difficult, the most troublesome thing is your strong bones of spirit and will."

The power of dreams can only be used to judge the opponent's shooting habits, and to deal with tough bones, even if you use many methods, you can't open your mouth, let alone enter the opponent's subconscious. Their strong will will protect themselves.

Giving up on prying out the answer from the old man, Lu Mingfei took out a rope. This is the fairy-binding rope in ancient Chinese legends. It is a precious alchemy product dug out from the ice cellar of Kassel College. Can seal the power of the next generation.

The fairy-binding rope seemed to have its own will. He wrapped Inuyamaga around like a python, and tied a knot for himself. The magical alchemy field unfolded. Inuyamaga's golden pupils went out instantly, and his dragon blood Activity is suppressed to a minimum.

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Chu Zihang took off his sunglasses, his golden pupils that never go out calmly watched the opponent, but Murasame did not let go in the slightest, and the children's palace swordsmanship gesture had already been made.

"You are provoking an ancient hybrid force, you are exercising your own violence, you are invading our country!"

Chu Zihang watched the roaring man calmly. The sharp sword in his hand slashed down. It was the fangs of a lion. He wanted to tear the enemy in front of him.

All the evidence has long been in front of our eyes. It is the ferocious ghosts who are doing all kinds of evil. Taking human life as an experiment to study evolution is something that a human being cannot tolerate.

The sword was easily blocked by Zhu Qie, and the other sword in Yuan Zhisheng's hand pierced Chu Zihang's chest. This is immortality, this is war.

"Jun Yan!"

This is an ancient language, this is the power engraved in the body of every hybrid, and the violent flames were released between the two, Yuan Zhisheng had to lament that the opposite was a lunatic.

Yuan Zhisheng retreated quickly, and a man in an ancient Han dress stabbed from the side with a spear in his hand. He had already dealt with his opponent and saw an opportunity.

Yuan Zhisheng slashed horizontally with his sword, narrowly avoiding the gun light, the flame exploded on the spot, directly piercing through this floor, and a huge heat wave rolled around, it was like a bomb exploded.

Chu Zihang, dressed in rags, rushed out of the smoke and dust of the explosion, aiming at Yuan Zhisheng's chest with Murasame in his hand, a simple straight thrust.

"Royalty."

Boom, all the mixed races surrounding this man instantly felt like they were carrying a mountain on their backs, and the sudden change in gravity forced them to fall to the ground, even Chu Zihang was no exception.

"You don't understand anything at all, a group of arrogant guys, this is the history of the Bajia of Sheqi, and this is our mission."

He scanned all the kneeling crowd, like an emperor who was betrayed by a traitor, he loudly proclaimed his ideals and pronounced the mistakes of the other party.

"Arrogance, do you know the ghosts? Do you know the Bajia of Sheqi? No, you don't know. What you want is the right to rule this land.

Dirty, in the name of fighting fierce ghosts to launch a war against the Bajia of Snake Qi, I will not join you who are gangsters, if there is hell in the world, you should stay in it. "

He raised two knives, one long and one short, and was about to slaughter, when an incredible scene appeared, the Chinese man who fought him first stood up.

What kind of eyes are those?Frenzy, bloodthirsty rage, Yuan Zhisheng didn't know what this man had gone through, but he definitely had an unforgettable enemy.

Under the royal power, someone can stand up. Yuan Zhisheng was a little panicked. He has tried all kinds of words, because he is an emperor, a natural emperor, and no one can disobey him before today.

Lost for a moment, Chu Zihang shot the village rain straight out of Chu Zihang's hand. The opportunity for that moment could not allow him to get close, but he could let his weapon replace his will.

"Chong!"

The two swords collided and made a piercing buzzing sound, and the momentary panic did not make Yuan Zhisheng completely confused, and he reacted quickly.

"The Bronze Throne."

A modern young man was chanting the ancient dragon language, and the release of the speech spirit allowed him to act in the realm of kingship, brandishing the double mace in his hand and smashing at the enemy in front of him.

"Boom!"

The sudden flame explosion blasted the two people who were fighting into the air at the same time. It was a young man in Ming clothes who was kneeling on the ground not far away. react.

But I didn't expect my teammates to rush up. If it was an ordinary person, such a brutal explosion would have killed them long ago, but the two who had experienced the baptism of flames stood up and started a new wave of confrontation as if nothing had happened.

It was too late to denounce his teammates, and he endured the pain in his internal organs. The enemy in front of him was really difficult. This was definitely the scariest person he had ever seen in his life.

The two maces wielded airtightly, this ancient alchemy weapon let out its own roar, fight, fight, fight!

The bronze figure was pressing on Yuan Zhisheng, even if a layer of blood scab formed on his skin, he did not fade at all. There must be no cowards on the battlefield of dragon slaying, and death must be on the way forward.

Boom, the bronze figure finally fell to the ground, holding on to the royal power and still being able to suppress the blood of the emperor. This is already the biggest result that his speech skills and desperate style of play can cause.

Yuan Zhisheng pulled Tong Ziqie out of his arm, and before he had time to make up the knife on his chest, the next enemy had already come in front of him.

With the golden pupils burning in flames, Chu Zihang picked up the village rain that fell on the ground, and landed on the intersection of Yuan Zhisheng's two swords with one blow.

Following Yuan Zhisheng's force, Tongziqie overwhelmed Murasame, and Spiderqie withdrew from the cross slash, deflecting the spear light pierced from the left again, and quickly withdrew from the encirclement of the two.

More and more hybrids that can operate in the realm of royal power appeared. Yuan Zhisheng struggled to parry these fierce moves, and approached the elevator where the Patriarchs evacuated step by step.

　Not to mention too much, there are too many people to thank, I will write another chapter to thank everyone, and I will not write a separate thank you chapter, that thing is useless, it is better to write more, everyone should not mind, right?
　　
　
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