Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 17 The So-Called Word Spirit

Amidst the dense gunshots, Sakura put one hand on the bar without hesitation and jumped up sideways. The free hand turned into a sharp whip and threw it at the bartender. Yasha held down the bartender at the same time and was about to draw his gun. The shooting arm, the two hit it head-on and at the same time pulled Fujimaru Tachika over the wine table and leaned down.

The frenzied gunfire never stopped, suppressing firepower at the position of the four people.

The crow didn't even look at the hail of bullets behind him, and while shooting the fierce ghosts and dragon kings, he started to move towards the nearest pillar.The two moved while fighting, and gradually approached the stairs, as if they were planning to transfer the battlefield to other floors.

Of course, it was expected that those Russian gangsters would not dare to shoot in his direction, after all, next to him was the dragon king of the fierce ghosts.

"Crow Mulberry"

Fujimaru Tachika understood what the crow meant as soon as it landed.

Since there is no way to choose between the four lives and the Dragon King's life.
Then choose to have both, act separately!

Of course, since the opponent is one of the top of the fierce ghosts, he is naturally powerful, and the crow probably just intends to lure him away to delay the time, otherwise he would not choose to shoot while running.

On the other side, the three of them need to get rid of the idlers in the hall before going to support him.

Although he has never cooperated with the three of the crows, Fujimaru Tachika, who has experienced countless battles, big and small, understood his situation almost instantly.

So, now that the situation has been determined, what should I do to break the situation?
on your own?Don't be kidding, this is not a Long Aotian battlefield, and I am not a Japanese high school student yet. The dense barrage carrying countless bullets face to face beats well-trained Russian strong men to the ground one by one?

Hmm. If it is still possible to sneak into the attack, if the viewing angle is limited now, the success rate will be greatly reduced.

At most only 90.00% five sure.

And most importantly, it will undoubtedly take a lot of time.

Coincidentally, the most lacking thing right now is time.

In that case
"Yasha-san, Miss Sakura, when I entered the door, I had already noted down the positions of those people across from me."

No nonsense, Fujimaru Tachika knew that the bar they were hiding at could not last long under the onslaught of guns from the opposite side, and the girl who had always been happy and casual on weekdays looked extremely serious at this moment.

Needless to say, Shibuki Sakura, Yasha's face that was usually sloppy also had a little imperceptible solemnity for the first time.After all, the current situation of Crow Sang is indeed not optimistic.

"After I went back, I read Yanling's genealogy chart, Miss Sakura, your Yanling is [Yinliu], right?"

Speech spirit is a means of combat that controls the flow of elements in the world.According to the data, the Dragon Clan could easily manipulate the elements of the world in their era and transform them into the form of "speaking spirits".

It has a similar structure to magic, or the magic of the Age of Gods.

Flames, floods, explosions that devour the world, or annihilation, attacks that cannot be summed up in words.

The mixed-race creatures are defective products produced by the hybridization of humans and dragons. They cannot perceive the existence of elements. Generally speaking, they communicate with elements indirectly through the resonance of dragon script and dragon blood.

In this way, each hybrid can determine from birth a certain kind of speech language that he can use.

Although Shibuki Sakura's Yanling did not mention it explicitly, but according to Fujimaru Tatsuka's memories, it should be called Yanling. Yinliu.

Speaking of Yin Yin flow, the releaser centers on himself and controls the flow of wind in a wide range.Being able to construct extremely thin but extremely strong airflow channels at will is called "Yin Flow".

The yin current itself is not extremely lethal, but if the releaser throws aerodynamic miniature knives into the airflow channel, these knives will be accelerated to incredible high speeds, producing astonishing lethality.

The speech spirit's control over the air is extremely precise and subtle, and it can control multiple airflow channels at the same time. With enough knives, the speech spirit can create a storm of metal.

There is no doubt that this is a word spirit specially used for assassination, and it can almost kill invisible.

Most importantly, it fits perfectly with the current requirements, killing almost all enemies in the way at the same time.

But in Fujimaru Tachika's view, this word spirit has two flaws.

Defect one, because it uses airflow to push the blade, so the blade must be light and thin. These blades are difficult to be effective when facing a target with a hardened body, and it is difficult to penetrate its defense.

The second defect is that this does not apply to the frontal battlefield. Although the air itself is invisible, as long as the martial arts attainments reach a certain level, even as long as the observation and intuition, people with sufficient combat experience can obtain the attack path through observation of the environment. thereby avoiding.

In the current situation, it is probably not very useful.

Those gangsters on the opposite side are crushing quality with quantity. Countless firearms spew out fiery tongues, pull the triggers incessantly, and countless bullets fly down. There is no doubt that the use of Yinliu will be hindered, and the thrown sharp weapon may even be blocked halfway. Knock down.

Need to make them shift targets
The gunshots continued, but the girl's thinking never ceased. Fujimaru Tatsuka came to a conclusion, and quickly explained her views to the two.

"The answer is correct, so, what are you going to do?"

Yasha seemed to be indifferent to what the girl said, and occasionally he shot blindly behind the table with his backhand. His other hand actually took out his mobile phone, probably asking for help from the family, but he didn't type immediately, but instead Scan the contents with your eyes.

"So I'm going to go out and be a bait."

Fujimaru Tachika's expression was quite serious, she had to convince these two people to trust her now.

"You also saw a few days ago that I can dodge bullets to a certain extent, so as long as I am surprised, I should be able to delay for a while, as long as Ms. Sakura can use Yin Liu to clean up the opposite Tutu during this time~ "

Shibuki Sakura nodded in approval, and Yasha couldn't find any dissatisfaction with this plan.

No, there are still things to say.

"Then I'll go with you as bait—"

Yasha seemed to have read the content on the phone, closed the phone and said.

"Don't show that surprised expression. We have seen this kind of scene a lot. Every time, the crow and I are responsible for being the bait to attract attention. Miss Sakura killed me randomly. I have much more experience than you in this regard."

For things like the underworld, it's not surprising that they die someday.Although it is rare to be surrounded and killed like today, after all, it is not every day that you encounter fierce ghosts and go crazy, Yasha thought.

".I see."

Fujimaru Tachika didn't refute anything. After all, she is a mature master who has experienced the journey of saving the world. Naturally, she knows that she is just a newcomer and is not qualified to make any amendments to the plan. Besides, they all trust her, so she has to respond accordingly. Will be based on trust, which is the foundation of companionship.

So Fujimaru Tachika just talked about the position on the opposite side that he observed, and then said.

"Then when I count to one, I will throw this bar over to make some noise. Mr. Yasha will rush out with me."

"Okay~ Wait, what did you say you were going to throw over there?"

"Three—two—one—"

"wait--!?!"

pound! ! —————————

In Yasha's eyes, the girl's figure was blurred.

It was an afterimage left in an instant, and even with the reflex nerves of Yasha, an elite of the Eight Snake Schools, he could only see the end of the afterimage clearly for a short time.

It was a shoe, deep red with white stripes, that seemed to be from Nylon.

In the next frame, the sole of the shoe touched the bar, the wooden board was dented, stretched, and stood up as a whole. The hard and large piece of mahogany suddenly showed a fibrous posture and was extended, and then it was completely separated with the eardrum-shocking sound, which lasted for five years. The wooden board with a thickness of several tens of centimeters took off as if loaded with power fuel, and flew out through the air!
This is not over yet, under Yaksha's tongue-smacking gaze, this time he clearly saw the girl turn around before the plank flew out, kicking twice more.

Several pieces of wooden planks flew out, hitting several Russian gangsters with precision. Amidst the screams, the storm of bullets also stopped for a moment.

At the same time, the three people under the bar quickly separated.

When they came to their senses, they could no longer catch anyone, and the sparks followed the heels of the three of them, but there was no sign of hitting them at all.

That's natural, Yasha is an experienced gangster, Shibuki Sakura is a killer who has been trained since childhood, and Fujimaru Tachika...
she.
She is the master "master"!

There is no one on this planet who is more desperate than me, Fujimaru Tachika!

The palm brushed across the table and exerted force instantly. The girl turned over to avoid a string of bullets, her eyes flickered while moving sideways, and her center of gravity moved down, showing a hunched state, but her movement was extremely fast.

The orange-red figure kept moving sideways, dodging the encirclement and obstruction of bullets in blind spots and even under the eyes of the mafia, and even took advantage of the opportunity to pull up the fake flowers placed on the table in the hall. , the fake flower suddenly disappeared in the hand.

A strong Russian man looked at his colleague with fake flowers on his head, his face turned from white to blue.

Yasha didn't have time to marvel, he also attracted part of the firepower, and killed some idiots who were shooting at fixed points by the way.

Of course, no matter how strong Fujimaru Tachika is, he can't use magic, and he can't kill everyone in one go, so the confrontation lasted only a few seconds, and the enemies killed by Yasha and Fujimaru Tachika have not broken double digits.

But in a sense, the battle is also drawing to a close.

"Ooh!"

Fujimaru Tachika glanced back when she was tossing and turning in the spare time of the hail of bullets, only to find that Shibuki Sakura was fully prepared.

At this moment, the girl is no longer wearing casual clothes for camouflage. Just like during the interview, the real face of the woman named Sakaki Sakura will always be that dark dress under the disguise.

She was considered tall and slender among Japanese girls, and she moved so freely even in a space filled with gunfire, once again revealing the black fabric that was close to her body and the dense metal blades on it.

Shibuki Sakura opened her eyes, at that moment, the gold in her eyes covered the luxurious decoration of this golden hall.

Finally, she waved her hands continuously in mid-air. Most people can only hear the sound and the sharp wind they pull in the air, but Fujimaru Tachika can see the elegant and cruel arc and the deadly white flash.

These deadly metal blades did not aim or hesitate, and they were not as stealthy as a sniper. Shibuki Sakura just pulled out the hidden metal blades from different places on his body with both hands, just like a calligraphy master splashing ink to write.

With her as the center, the silver light flutters like a butterfly, leaving a beautiful arc, weaving into a storm of thin metal blades!
Fujimaru Tachika now understands that Shibuki Sakura is probably really strong. They just competed in the melee level in the interview room that day. If she gets serious, she might feel a little troublesome.

In the girl's eyes with emotion, a storm swept the entire space.

It was an extremely short melody.

There is no need to leave even the screams of the metal.

The hand falls, and the sound is over.

(End of this chapter)