I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

The power that can rival the dragon, agitates the roar that belongs to the dragon.

In Hei Yanlong's eyes, he seemed to see a magic dragon raised its head on the ground, with ominous written all over it.

call--

The black fire that ablated everything was spit out by it, and the falling flames dyed the sky black.

Kuangsan stood under the black fire, expressionless, like a tourist on a sightseeing tour.

It seemed that someone had pushed his head up on the shoulders that were bare in the air, and held the holy sword with her in both hands.

Xiaoniaoyou Shihua blinked her eyes, she seemed to see a woman in a black girlish attire standing behind Kuang San, holding that strange sword together with Kuang San, and then she couldn't see it again.

Lightly swiping down the holy sword, the spiritual power was accelerated by the dragon factor that was freed from bondage, and turned into darkness that stretched across the sky.

The gushing dark torrent rolled up an endless vortex, broke through the world-destroying black fire, and gave Hei Yanlong a powerful uppercut.

What makes the holy sword the strongest is not its own magical power, but the power in the hands that hold it tightly.

Kurumi is strong, very strong.

Heiyanlong was dizzy from the rushing darkness, and his body was almost toppled over.

The scale armor was evaporated in an instant, and then recovered. It let out a scream and burned up bit by bit.

The jagged bones were exposed, and the dragon fell to the ground.

It propped itself up little by little, and looked at the girl in front of it.

If you look at it according to human aesthetics, it is probably very beautiful.

Hei Yanlong spread its wings and flapped its wings. Sand and rocks flew under the dragon wings, and all the monsters in the cave were dispersed in a large area at once.

It knows very well that the so-called big moves have a long front swing and CD.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, next time it can come back to find a place.

If Fu 樫 Yuta is not dead, if they leave this land of the dead alive.

Immediately afterwards, under Hei Yanlong's sluggish gaze, Kuang San raised the jet-black Sword of Aurora again.

This guy...doesn't magic power cost money?

But the rushing darkness didn't give it a chance to react at all, and smashed it to the ground abruptly.

"I..."

After finally carrying it with his rough skin and thick flesh, Long lay on the ground and raised his head.

Oncoming is the third light cannon.

"Isn't it..."

Fourth shot.

"Destroyed..."

Fifth shot.

"..."

Sixth shot.

"..."

The seventh shot, the eighth shot, Kuang San squandered his strength like he didn't want money.

Fu 樫 Yuta was stunned, he realized for the first time how strong Kurumi was.

The dying dragon crawled on the ground, looking aggrieved like a puppy who was beaten up by the husky next door. It looked at Yuta Fukuoka, his eyes were filled with the world's so cute, I want to go home.

Kurumi once again raised the black and red holy sword in his hand.

"Okay... okay." Fukashi Yuta couldn't help but stop Kurumi.

Kurumi looked at him with his head tilted, and slowly put down the sword in his hand.

Fu 樫 Yuta looked at Hei Yanlong who had been forcefully subdued, and stretched out his hand towards it.

Hei Yan turned into a large black fire like a dragon fleeing, pouring into Fu 樫 Yuta's bandage-wrapped arm.

rub--

The pitch-black Sword of Aurora stuck on the ground, Kurumi looked at Yuta Fukuoka teasingly.

For a moment, Fukuoka Yuta seemed to see the girl whose head was robbed in the game.

"That...that, even if you kill it, it won't drop the treasure chest." Fu 樫娫太 explained weakly.

Kurumi continued to look at Yuta Tomikashi.

Fu jiayu took a step back involuntarily, and finally obediently admitted his love.

"What does Kuang San want me to do?"

"Oh..." Kuang San looked at the interesting young man and nodded. "Give me Liuhua."

"Yeah...cough cough cough." Tomikao Yuta coughed. "Can you change it?"