The Immortal Dragon King of the Dragon Clan

Zhou An's fists were also covered with purple electricity, fighting together.

Zhou Zhengyang also slowly climbed up while supporting the wall, and took out another pistol from his windbreaker to help Zhou An.

The factory was full of dust, roaring and gunshots everywhere. Fortunately, the population density of the industrial park here is not high, otherwise it would have attracted local residents, and the orthodox ending would have been a headache.

Waving his claws, he occasionally tried to bite Zhou An's fists. Several times, his scaly long tongue licked Zhou An's fists, and Zhou An was so frightened that he immediately retracted his fists. Being bitten is no small matter.

The more he fought, the more courageous he was, leaving a few shallow claw marks on Zhou An's body, but Zhou An's consumption was getting bigger and bigger.

Although the attack power was weak, the defense power was extremely strong. Even ordinary firearms and knives couldn't break through his defense, and Zhou An's proud fists couldn't even do him any harm.

At this time, there was a sound of car horns outside the factory building, followed by the sound of car brakes and tires rubbing against the ground. Zhou An felt relieved. He guessed that the owner's car, the Maybach, had arrived.

One possibility is that the owner relied on the defense of the Maybach to break through the outside defense and enter the factory area. The second possibility is that the defense here has been completely defeated.

No matter what the situation is, it is good news, at least the two of them don't have to fight alone, and then die tragically in the belly of the first three generations.

Zhou An swung his heart, found the gap in the attack, and directly cast the thick thunderbolt, but this time the thunderbolt shrunk by more than half, and its power was also reduced a lot. After releasing it, Zhou An's face turned pale again.

As expected, he was repulsed head-on by the thunder again, and his chest injury was even more serious, and he could vaguely see a bit of gray ribs, but he still roared and got up, and rushed towards Zhou An again.

Zhou An cursed secretly in his heart, 'These three generations of species are really thick-skinned, and their lives are harder than cockroaches', and he was about to turn around and grab Zhou Zhengyang to avoid the edge temporarily.

"call out!"

Zhou An's eyes flickered, and a beam of white light passed through his eyes, so fast that he only saw an afterimage, and then a screaming sonic boom reached his ears.

"Wow!..."

Gao Ming screamed, and while he was running, he met an Eight-Faced Han Sword, and the Eight-Faced Han Sword carried powerful kinetic energy and instantly penetrated into his lower abdomen.

Wailing and standing up, the steel-like bone wings stretched out from his back in an instant, and the turbid golden pupils were burning with anger, as if they wanted to burn all the lowly hybrid creatures in front of them.

There was a sound of rusty iron doors turning, mixed in with the wailing, which was indistinct, but Zhou An and Zhou Zhengyang noticed it.

The two turned around in unison and saw the gate of the entrance, a deacon in a black windbreaker opened the gate, and Jiang Yi and Lu Jianxi came hand in hand!

Apparently they were not the ones who discovered Jiang Yi first, and the third generation suddenly pulled out the eight-faced Han sword stuck in his abdomen, and threw it at Jiang Yi!

Chapter 25 Bloodline

The Eight-faced Han sword shot out quickly!

This ancient orthodox alchemy weapon is extremely lethal to pure-blooded dragons. Although the blood stains on the sword body have been washed away, the power and sharpness of the Eight-faced Han Sword that has been bathed in dragon blood for many years is wiped out. not going.

At this time, the three generations of all-out blows provided the Eight-faced Han Sword with extraordinary momentum, and even the deacon behind Jiang Yi felt a terrifying pressure.

"Qiang..."

The Eight-faced Han Sword approached Jiang Yi as if it had hit a barrier, and stopped immediately after removing its potential energy.

The general was even more annoyed when he failed in one blow, and then he flapped his wings, and Snake Letter let out a low voice.

This kind of sound is not like screaming or howling, but closer to sacrificial rites and orders!

In an instant, all the mixed races in the audience felt a sudden pressure, and then they seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, and the air became sticky. Let alone raising their guns to attack, the deacons couldn't even do the simple movement of waving their hands under the powerful coercion. arrive!

Zhou Zhengyang and Zhou An were slightly better because of their excellent bloodlines. This is enough to show that in front of pure-blooded dragons, the strong physical fitness that mixed-races are proud of and the dragon blood flowing in their bodies are as unbearable as mayflies.

It is often at this time that the importance of bloodlines emerges. Only the strong among the mixed blood can draw their swords under the coercion of the pure blood dragon bloodline. Therefore, every high-level bloodline is a precious wealth of the mixed blood. Important positions within the organization should also be held by high-blooded elites.

The general's wingspan exceeded six meters, and when he flapped rapidly, there was a strong wind in the arena, and his huge body rose slowly.

At this time, the coercion of the first three generations reached its peak, and the elites of the deacon hall just wanted to prostrate on the ground and give up resistance.

However, there was one person in the large factory building who was not affected by anything. Jiang Yi kicked his feet on the ground suddenly, his knee joints exploded with extraordinary force, and his whole body rose from the ground and disappeared while moving at high speed.

No one at the scene could clearly see how the young Jiang family head moved, let alone capture his moving trajectory.

The three generations of general Zhong did not show any weakness, their wings shook violently, and while creating a huge wind, they moved at high speed and slammed into Jiang Yi who was flying.

"when!"

The blade of the Eight-faced Han Sword fell horizontally on the general's right forehead, and a slash that had been stored for a long time avoided the sharp claws that the general swung. on the wall.

Zhou An, who was still coughing up blood, saw the patriarch and the three generations of physical confrontation and seriously injured the general in a face-to-face confrontation. He was surprised and was full of thoughts at the same time.

As expected of the head of the four orthodox Jiang clans!It is worthy of being the mysterious Jiang family lineage in the literature records!

This combat power and this bloodline are not inferior to the next generation. No wonder Jiang Xiuyan and a group of Jiang's old guys obediently give way and delegate power.

At this time, the deterrence created by the pure-blooded dragons was instantly reduced to the minimum, and countless deacons gasped as if they were being pardoned. Jiang Yi didn't need to order the well-trained deacons to quickly set up the wounded and retreat.

In a real battle against the person on the throne, a low-level warrior facing the throne can only cause trouble for his teammates.

The general flapped his bone wings and stood up slowly. The cut on the top of his head burst into flesh and blood, and black blood flowed across his face. However, even though the general was seriously injured this time, he did not cry out.

The bone wings flapped again, the general inhaled sharply, his armored chest was sunken visible to the naked eye, and the air around his body was washed clean with one breath, and the air refilled by the rapid movement of the molecules set off a strong wind around the general.

The general attacked again, and the tireless third-generation species was like a perpetual motion machine, with tenacious vitality.

Jiang Yi looked coldly at the stubborn general, facing his offensive Jiang Yi did not defend, but adopted more aggressive attack methods.

The general turned sideways in front of the body, and the three-meter-long right bone wing stabbed at Jiang Yi like a sword. Jiang Yi vigorously twitched the Eight-faced Han Sword. The offensive is not over!

The general turned around and probed forward in succession, the forked tongue at the end was dragging on his chin, Jiang Yi felt a burst of heat instantly!

"Roar!"

A ball of purple dragon flames spewed out from the general's mouth, and the oxygen that the dragon flames burnt out instantly expanded a little, and attacked Jiang Yi's face!

The absolute domain is released instantly, all temperature is excluded from the domain, and the fiery dragon flames are instantly annihilated.

Jiang Yi flew up into the air and kicked the general's injured abdomen heavily, but the general who was under the force within the absolute domain did not move, but stood still in place like a chained prisoner.

Jiang Yi instantly pierced the Eight-faced Han sword into the general's heart!Before the end of the absolute domain, he kicked the general's chest again, and the hard cyan dragon scales on the general's chest exploded instantly!

With a deafening bone cracking sound, the kicked general flew backwards and hit the ground. His limbs and bones twisted and rolled on the factory floor, and his two bone wings broke instantly.

The general got up and crawled for two steps, the eight-faced Han sword piercing through his heart continuously wiped out his vitality, the general fell to the ground again, his looking up head drooped, and the cloudy golden pupils slowly faded away.

At this time, Zhou An, who was always watching the battle in the corner, slowly came up.

"Patriarch" Zhou An bowed his head and said.

Jiang Yi stretched out his hand to stop him. Only then did Zhou An see some black liquid flowing on the ground. The blood from the general's corpse made a sizzling noise when it met the steel, and the plastic products were instantly dissolved once it was contaminated.

Behind a large machine in another corner, Zhou Zhengyang tiptoed and prepared to slip through the door.

Without turning his head, Jiang Yi said: "Cassel College has stretched its hands so long? We have to participate in the actions within the orthodoxy."

Zhou Zhengyang's footsteps froze, and he immediately turned around and said with a smile: "Patriarch, you are joking, I happened to pass by this place just now, and came to take a look when I sensed signs of dragon activity. I didn't expect to bump into the actions of the Deacon Hall. Rescue each other with righteousness!"

Jiang Yi couldn't deny it, Zhou Zhengyang hurriedly said: "There's nothing to do, I'll go first, you continue to be busy!"

"You can go, leave your things first." Jiang Yi said lightly.

Zhou Zhengyang's expression froze and he called perverted, he said in his heart that he still had the energy to observe the surrounding situation distractedly when dealing with the third generation, and found that his hidden little movements were really perverted among perverts!

Zhou Zhengyang awkwardly took out a champagne gold Nokia N95 mobile phone, took out the calling card and threw it to the deacon beside him.

He noticed in the corner just now that the Patriarch of the Jiang family was facing off against the third-generation species. Thinking that this might be an orthodox first-class combat power, he immediately got up and took out his mobile phone to shoot a video of the battle.

Zhou Zhengyang's heart was bleeding when he handed over his mobile phone, not for this Nokia N8666 mobile phone worth 95 yuan, but for the executive bonus that was about to be obtained!

After submitting such important video materials, Zhou Zhengyang thought that the secret party would be ashamed to say that he was rich and powerful without a reward of one hundred thousand dollars?

Zhou Zhengyang left in despair, and the aftermath of the deacon's hall officially started!

The first is that workers passing by saw it during the firefight just now, and the second is that the corpses of the third generation species were transported back to the deacon hall base for research.

A deacon stepped forward to report to Zhou An that the deacon hall had bought the factory, and Zhou An saw Jiang Yi go down the passage at the corner of the factory building and hurriedly followed.

Zhou An followed Jiang Yi with a powerful flashlight, walked through the long straight corridor, and came to this tomb.

Jiang Yi stared at the mutilated corpse next to the coffin without any expression, "Ask someone to deal with the funeral, and the compensation will be issued at the highest level."

"Yes."

Jiang Yi looked at the secret room and said, "This pure-blooded dragon was transported here."

Zhou An said knowingly: "Patriarch, don't worry! The deacon hall will investigate as soon as possible."

Chapter 26 The Girl

April 2008, 4, Baidi City, Fengjie County, Shancheng City.

The sun penetrated the mist covering the canyon, and the surface of the river sparkled with golden light.

There are outstanding people here, and how many literati and poets have left eternal masterpieces since ancient times.

Li Bai murmured in the boat, "The sound of apes on both sides of the strait can't stop, the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains"; Du Fu sighed on the high platform, "The boundless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling"; Liu Yuxi sang his "Sunrise in the East" to the beat of Zhuzhici It rains in the west, so there is no sunshine but there are sunshine.”

On the deck of the Moniacher, Zhou An stood side by side with Mance Rundstedt.

Looking down at the feet, the roaring and rushing Yangtze River in the past, thanks to the majestic Three Gorges water conservancy, is now as quiet as a gentle girl.

Professor Mance from Kassel College said: "With the help of Orthodoxy, the progress of the Kuimen project has been greatly improved."

This blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner speaks Chinese with a perfect accent, and his Mandarin is so good that Zhou An, who speaks Beijing movies, feels ashamed.

"Ahem... it's the orthodox Jiang family." Zhou An corrected with a smile.

Mance nodded. He has some understanding of the orthodox history. Now the four orthodox clans seem to be harmonious on the surface, but there is also a lot of filth. There is a faint tendency to merge.

This is not uncommon. Not far away, the European mixed race organization Secret Party is not monolithic.

Mance said with a smile: "Yes, Kassel College has always been close to Mrs. Jiang, and the establishment of the Kuimen Project also benefited from Mrs. Jiang's support.

Benzhuo, the head of the Jiang family is now studying in the preparatory class of Kassel College, and will be promoted to the headquarters this year. Speaking of which, I may have a teacher-student relationship with your head. "

"Magic Mechanics Design" taught by Professor Mans is also a popular subject at Kassel College, often chosen by freshmen.

"The head of the family is very talented, and his looks, talents and abilities are rare among the heads of the previous generations. Professor Mance also has both ability and political integrity. It should be a good story about teachers and students in foreign countries."

Zhou An smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, even if he boasted, he was justified, his face was ruddy without any embarrassment, as if he was the most loyal supporter and fanatic believer of the Jiang family head in his mouth!

This made Mance very curious about the Patriarch of the Jiang family, whom he had never seen before. Although he was very young, Mance would not despise him. Countless young heroes had emerged in the land under his feet for thousands of years.

While Kassel College was having a friendly discussion with the representative of the Orthodox Jiang family, there was a thunderstorm on a sunny day. The sun was still shining brightly on the river just now, but the sky suddenly became gloomy, and immediately it began to rain.

Bean-sized raindrops crackled on the deck, Zhou An and Mance hurried into the cabin to shelter from the rain, but even the raindrops falling from this distance wet their clothes.

Zhou An stretched out his hand to catch the rain, sighed for a while and said, "It's not a good omen!"