Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

Lu Mingfei was stunned. He didn't understand why the combination of him and Ling was so eye-catching, but Yuan Zhisheng asked a question like "Are you from the academy?" with a cold face and perhaps even a little smug in his heart.

Then he suddenly remembered that the elephant tortoise was actually a big idiot. In a sense, this guy was a combination of Caesar and Chu Zihang, integrating all the characteristics of an Italian nobleman and a Chinese cool guy, and then he was created to be a... murderer with a middle school syndrome.

He might really not recognize Lu Mingfei in disguise. As for Ling, who came to Tokyo with the second group, Yuan Zhisheng probably didn't pay too much attention to her.

As the director of the Executive Bureau and the acting patriarch of the Sheqi Eight Families, Yuan Zhisheng is extremely busy. Apart from paying attention to a few specific people, he ignores everyone else.

Of course, the incident of being slapped unconscious by the girl named Xia Mi at the top of the Keishinji Mountain of Genji Heavy Industries did leave a huge psychological trauma on Genji Chisei, but until now he still believes that it was just a failure caused by his momentary underestimation of the enemy.

"Put down your weapons and give up resistance. You will be imprisoned, but you will be able to return home safely in the end..." It seems that there is no Yuan Zhinv among the people in the village who are exchanging fire with them, let alone a dangerous king general like a real dragon. How could Yuan Zhisheng be able to persuade Lu Mingfei to surrender so blatantly in the open space of the village.

Although this guy was asking Lu Mingfei to give up resistance and surrender his gun, he didn't look like he was going to disarm at all. Both the Boy's Cutting Sword and the Spider Cutting Sword were unsheathed, but were held tightly against his waist by two swords with distinct tendons.

Behind Yuan Zhisheng in the wind and snow stood a slender girl. Her temperament was like a knife, so sharp that it could cut through the snow curtain.

While the surrender work was going on here, the battle between the Eight Snake Families and the Ghost Clan showed no signs of stopping. The elite troops of the Execution Bureau were advancing one by one along the abandoned buildings on the street. A series of muffled sounds from automatic rifles and submachine guns equipped with silencers fired bullets echoed in the empty mountains.

Lu Mingfei's hands hung naturally, and he exerted a little strength on his body, but he showed a completely defenseless posture.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Yuan Zhisheng who was approaching him. His hearing was suddenly maximized. He could hear the rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the red tiles, the deliberately suppressed hound-like footsteps from all directions, and the sound of wind blowing the treetops.

Zero leaned against the corner of the broken wall, his slender body resting on one knee on the snow, crouching in the shadow of the building next to him.

Lu Mingfei's drooping fingers trembled slightly and tapped on the seam of his trousers. Ling nodded and disappeared silently behind the wall.

That was Morse code. Lu Mingfei and Ling both scored full marks in the intelligence class, so they were of course very familiar with Morse code, a method used by agents to transmit information.

It's strange to say, there were obviously not many precedents of carrying out missions together before, but President Lu and the princess actually had a tacit understanding. Lu Mingfei wanted her to investigate in the village, and Ling really went to investigate.

The crow's father, Kengo Saeki, might be in this village. After all, he is an old man. No matter how mighty he was when he was young, at this age he would have become shriveled and his body functions would have deteriorated significantly due to calcium loss.

It is difficult to guarantee that he will not be killed by hypothermia due to the temperature in the mountains or by a stray bullet.

Silently, Lu Mingfei's heart rate soared, his blood was activated, and power flowed through his blood vessels as if being pumped out from his heart. His body temperature began to rise slowly.

The dragon bone state is at the point of activation. With just a thought, all the bones in his body will explode and move.

In just a few seconds, Lu Mingfei transformed from a harmless lynx into a restrained mountain tiger.

Because he heard a light whistling in the wind and snow, like the sound of a South American hummingbird's wings cutting through the air as it soared among the flower beds against the strong wind and flickered at a frame rate beyond what the human eye could capture.

It is densely packed and everywhere.

The corner of his eye glanced at him imperceptibly, and one cold glimmer after another passed through his eyes.

They were butterfly-like blades with extremely sharp edges, smeared with dangerous neurotoxins. Just a little bit of it was enough to make an elite executive unit that had been on the battlefield for a long time lose its combat capability in an instant.

Those murderous silver butterflies fell from the sky, spinning and merging with the falling snow. Lu Mingfei's breathing gradually became heavy, and under his skin covered by his coat, he felt a piercing pain, as if ten thousand needles were piercing his body.

It was a sign of a second blood burst, and the hard scales were eager to break through the skin and bloom like flowers on the host's body.

Ying's words were of the Yin style, and the snowy day was her home turf. Hundreds of butterfly blades were spinning around Lu Mingfei in an unseen corner. These beautiful butterflies were trembling slightly in the wind and snow, as if they would take turns cutting Lu Mingfei's body if he made the slightest move out of line.

Ninjas in the ancient Warring States Period used Yin-Ryu to control shurikens and darts, and one person could sneak into a heavily guarded mansion and assassinate a daimyo who possessed extraordinary martial arts. Today, Sakura is as good as those predecessors who risked their lives in ninjutsu, and her mastery and understanding of the Yin-Ryu is several times or even dozens of times better.

There are few people in the world who can fight against Sakura who controls hundreds of butterfly blades forged from high-strength alloy by the Ganliu Research Institute in the strong wind.

Lu Mingfei knew that there were a few Word Spirits that could do this, but unfortunately, in essence, he was a useless person who had no Word Spirits at all.

Now there is only one way to prevent his arteries from being cut by Sakura's blade, and that is to cover his skin with a layer of scales that even bullets can hardly penetrate.

Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand and shouted back the two executive bureau commissioners who were approaching Lu Mingfei with long knives in their hands. His eyes were narrow and sharp, his head was slightly lowered, and the shadow of his forehead was faintly shining with golden light.

The two men remained defenseless until they were only three meters away from each other, but Yuan Zhisheng and Lu Mingfei's muscles were tense, like two cheetahs meeting on a narrow road.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly raised his head and looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes, his hands still holding the long sword at his waist, the expression on his face as cold as a harsh winter.

Lu Mingfei smiled and looked back at Yuan Zhisheng in a pretended humble and gentle manner, but the handle of the lustful knife had already slid through his sleeve into his palm.

A faster metabolism is inevitably accompanied by a higher heart rate. At such a close distance, Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng could hear each other's heartbeat at the same time.

Like the dead souls on the ancient battlefield beating drums!
Yuan Zhisheng was stared at by the man's dark eyes and felt like he was facing the abyss.

The bones all over his body were crackling, and his dragon bone state was activated in the most unparalleled and violent manner. The snow all over the sky fell on his body with a rustling sound, and immediately melted into water and evaporated into white steam!

There was no more redundant narration, and Yuan Zhisheng let out a long sigh.

"You should take her away from Japan. You can go anywhere, China, America, South Korea. She likes you so much anyway. She will go wherever you say..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhisheng's tense body had already leaped up like an ancient beast. With his movements, his raging heartbeat, raging blood pressure, super-high doses of adrenaline, and the golden eyes that represented supreme authority in the dragon world all unscrupulously spread out! The fierce wind pressure wrapped in waves of snow dust rushed towards him, and Lu Mingfei's bones also exploded. He could feel his heart beating so vigorously, and the power flowed through his blood vessels like a river. He just tightened his abdomen and sent out his clenched left fist in the snow dust.

Lu Mingfei was sure that his fist had hit a certain part of Yuan Zhisheng. With the dragon bone state and the blessing of violent blood, his bones were harder than steel and bronze, but Yuan Zhisheng's bones were equally indestructible.

After the first collision, a violent wave of air was stirred up, and the blizzard and white dust were all swept away, but no one could see each other. They could only hear the whistling of sharp blades cutting through the strong wind in the air!

The sound of tinkling came from every inch of Lu Mingfei's skin. Ying was like Yuan Zhisheng's shadow. When he drew his sword, she also drew her sword. The butterfly blade on the upper handle was held up by the airflow and rotated to cut Lu Mingfei's body.

But as the man's muscles rippled like water, the fine iron scales had already torn through his skin, covering his entire body with hot blood!

Yuan Zhisheng recognized him as expected, but he was still like a dormant tiger, waiting for his prey to let down its guard.

The rolling snow dust was swept away and fell down. After Lu Mingfei retracted his fist, he pressed Lust on his waist.

The dark demon flashed its ferocious golden eyes and smashed the mountain-like snow curtain in front of it!

Yuan Zhisheng's talk to Lu Mingfei was just to distract his attention. In a flash, murderous intent shattered like a round mirror and mercury burst out!

Xiu Xia's two swords were combined into one with a huge vibration, and the Spider Cutting Sword and the Boy Cutting Sword were swung from right to left in Yuan Zhisheng's hands and chopped towards Lu Mingfei who was still standing there quietly!
The sword's force was extremely fierce, which was not in line with Gen Chisei's usual style. He was a master of Japanese swordsmanship and was good at using superb swordsmanship to kill the evil spirits standing in front of him.

But when the dragon bone state is activated to this extent, the speed of his sword swinging is already faster than his reaction. All skills have lost their meaning, and only absolute power remains!
The moment he saw Lu Mingfei, Yuan Zhisheng understood that the academy already knew that the real god was hidden in the Red Demon River, but that was a secret between him and Tachibana Masamune.

A moment of horror made him feel cold to the bone. The fact that such secrets were stolen by the academy was just like Zhuge Liang's "The Memorial to the Emperor on Departure" to the Later Emperor. There were only high-ranking officials in the court, but the details of the memorial had already been known by Sima Yi of Cao Wei before he even left Mount Qishan. This feeling of powerlessness and horror was no less than that of Zhuge Liang at that time.

It was a furious blow like thunder. Lu Mingfei seemed to be full of flaws, but his eyes were always staring coldly at Yuan Zhisheng's actions.

He did not dodge at all, but swung his sword upwards from his waist, blade meeting blade, and with the power of his wrist he blocked Yuan Zhisheng's all-out surprise attack!

In just a moment, the two men's shoulders collided, their breathing was as heavy as the roar of a whistle, and Canjin and Chijin's pupils stared at each other.

The smell of blood spread from Lu Mingfei's entire body. Although the injuries caused by the growth of the scales had healed, bloodstains still remained on his clothes. With Yuan Zhisheng's sense of smell, he could easily smell the strong fishy smell.

The snow that had originally piled up on the shoulders and heads of the two people was shattered in such a fierce collision, and turned into part of the surrounding snow dust and flew away.

“If you just keep running, fate will catch up with you no matter how far you run.” Lu Mingfei said softly.

"She can live as long as she can. The life of people like her is already counted in days, isn't it?" Yuan Zhisheng gritted his teeth, almost biting them until they bled. He increased the strength of his hands, but the man in front of him didn't move at all.

This guy is like a mountain, standing here majestically.

Minamoto Chisei, who was praised by everyone in the Snake Eight Clan and regarded as Amaterasu, felt such powerlessness for the first time. The power and bloodline he was proud of were trampled into the dust and rubbed.

"You want to kill God, but you don't know that you are also a pawn!" Lu Mingfei suddenly pulled back the wakizashi that was waking up with an ominous light flashing, and swung out a huge arc with his long arm and the blade.

Now that things have come to this, there is nothing to hide anymore.

The burial place of God has been discovered, and all the conspirators will be exposed!
Yuan Zhisheng slowly swung his sword, took a step back, and assumed a stance before attacking. Lava flowed in his pupils, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

"I don't care about any conspiracy. As long as I can kill the god, I can get rid of the curse that runs in this family's veins." He said, "There will be no next young girl, and there will be no next Eri. All tragedies end here."

“You’re actually quite pitiful…” Lu Mingfei’s voice disappeared in the raging storm. The two men pushed their heels at the same time and passed each other!

They passed each other. Lu Mingfei's speed and strength were far superior to Yuan Zhisheng's. Lust easily swatted away the long sword that was slashing down at an angle as if it were two flying birds.

The three knives all shook violently the moment they came into contact, and dense sparks illuminated their profiles.

Lu Mingfei's golden eyes flickered, and he was about to swing his sword with his hands behind his back as soon as he passed by!

But suddenly, a shadow like a flying bird fell from the sky, and Sakura's graceful figure appeared above Lu Mingfei who passed by Yuan Zhisheng.

Her eyes were cold, and her golden pupils were like the vertical pupils of a lizard. The wind and snow carried her down, but the simple long sword in her hand made a strange tinkling sound as it broke through the air and slashed down!
Yuan Zhisheng knew from the beginning that he was no match for Lu Mingfei, so he prepared a real backup plan.

That girl is his backup.

But Lu Mingfei just grabbed Ying Lingding's ankle in mid-air, then threw her down hard. The slim girl screamed and fainted.

Almost at the same time, Yuan Zhisheng finally stopped rushing forward. His cheeks and chest were cut, and the bones could even be seen in the wound on his chest.

Lust buzzed with cheers, Lu Mingfei looked down at Ying from above, then swung his sword, turning the scalding blood on it into red mist and dispersing it.

Only at this moment did Yuan Zhisheng stumble back, with his long sword hanging on the ground, and slowly half-knelt.

"It's useless. The mountain will be closed soon and you won't be able to get the God." Yuan Zhisheng coughed up blood.

Lu Mingfei looked back in confusion, "Who told you I wanted to get that thing?" He said, "I just wanted to kill it."

At this time, another thunderous explosion sounded on the other side of the mountain. Lu Mingfei and Yuan Zhisheng looked over and their faces suddenly changed. (End of this chapter)