Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

Clouds and smoke were lingering, and a thick white mist formed by a large amount of water vapor enveloped the broken elevated road.

Lu Mingfei stood on the other side of the elevated road, his golden eyes staring at Chu Zihang's battle on the other side.

"Captain, aren't you going to help?"

Fingel held the Maybach door on his head to act as an umbrella, and the princess held the unconscious Setinko.

"He can handle it on his own...but it's almost time to end now."

Lu Mingfei said.

Only then did he wrap the Jingyue sword in soaked red velvet and walked to the edge of the broken viaduct.

"Hey, Captain, what should I do with this body!?"

Fingel shouted quickly, indicating that the dragon-shaped Deadpool who was dismembered by Lu Mingfei should be disposed of. Otherwise, if it is seen by ordinary people, the headlines in Japan's major news tomorrow will be "Real Weird Appears in Osaka" .

But if you want to cover it up, it's easy. If you add a few news later, such as "Kamen Rider Den-O has arrived at the scene" and "Beast Fist Team has defeated the monster", you can easily steer the topic in the direction of special photography. .

"Let's wait for the special personnel to come and deal with it...people from the Japanese branch should be here soon."

Lu Mingfei disagreed.

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"Dragon Horse" quickly climbed up from the melted asphalt road pit, feeling a sharp pain that could make people faint in his chest, back and arms, as if Chu Zihang's terrifying Jun Yan was still burning his own flesh and blood.

He had lost his will to fight and his eyes were looking for a way to escape.

But Chu Zihang was full of fighting spirit!

He came from the scorching field, and the physical strengthening brought about by the second burst of blood has made his normal movements four times as fast as the second-level "moment".

Under the eyes of others, Chu Zihang was not in harmony with the normal world, and his entire attack movements were as if the fast-forward button had been pressed four times.

The white smoke rolled like a dragon, and a bright red light ripped through the dense white mist, like an unstoppable red arrow of light.

That was Murasame who almost turned into red-hot iron, burning fiercely with flames!

The high temperature once again enveloped Ryoma's body. He had already suffered severe injuries after taking one shot of Junyan from the front. If he took another shot, he might die suddenly.

But unfortunately, Chu Zihang had no intention of letting him go.

He seemed to be dragging a long white dragon behind him, and Murasame in his hand rushed toward Ryoma with extremely blazing flames.

Ryoma responded hastily and blocked with a horizontal sword in his hand——

"Qiang!"

The blades collided with each other, and the sound was harsh. Although Ryoma was at a disadvantage, he only wanted to escape now and had no intention of fighting in his heart.

But Chu Zihang's second sword had already been struck, with the same movement and the same angle!

Broken Sword flashes thirteen times in a row!

This is the most simple sword technique. You use the same movement and the same angle to cut continuously, forcing the enemy to fight with you to see who's strength is exhausted first.

Legend has it that there was a kendo master in history who could perform thirteen consecutive blows. The thirteen forces concentrated on the same position of the opponent's weapon in an instant, and finally cut off the opponent's sword, so it was called "Thirteen consecutive cuts with broken swords". ".

But for Chu Zihang, thirteen swords are by no means the limit. With his arrogant physical fitness and swordsmanship skills, even cutting hundreds of swords is not a problem.

He used this move to suppress and force the heretic to fight with him here, rather than just trying to escape.

Once Longma was given an opportunity to take advantage of him, he and Lu Mingfei would probably waste a long time due to the opponent's own speed of escaping with his own speedy speech and soul ability.

So it's best to completely cleanse this heretic right here.

The fourth knife, the fifth knife, the sixth knife...

Chu Zihang was like a tireless attacking machine. Each time the Murasame in his hand fell, the speed and angle remained the same as the previous one. The number of slashes had become meaningless. He just wanted to defeat the people in front of him. This evil spirit.

On the contrary, Ryoma couldn't hold on any longer. The dragon-like morphological characteristics had faded away from him, and he seemed to be unable to maintain this form.

"Death to heretics!"

Chu Zihang seized the opportunity, and his blazing golden eyes seemed to be locked on Ryoma's lifeline. Murasame, burning with flames in his hand, turned into a red light and cut off the opponent's head with one knife!

Blood spattered and gushed out like a fountain. Ryoma's head fell to the ground with a gurgling sound, a look of disbelief remaining on his face.

The world seemed to quiet down all of a sudden, the sharp sound of knives disappeared, and the sound of wind and rain filled my ears again.

He stared at Ryoma's head for nearly two minutes, and after confirming that no changes would occur, he let out a deep breath of hot white breath.

"well done."

Someone said behind him.

Chu Zihang was startled, then turned around, crossed his hands on his chest, and saluted Lu Mingfei as a comrade-in-arms and brother.

"It looks like he's not injured..."

Lu Mingfei returned the eagle salute, glanced at the iron-green scales growing out of Chu Zihang's body, and frowned slightly:

"Is this the power brought by violent blood technology?"

"Yes, it is a technique that can increase strength quickly - but there are risks."

Chu Zihang broke away from the dragon-like state and said softly.

Lu Mingfei frowned. After Chu Zihang got the Lion Heart Club's bloody notebook, he glanced at it a few times. He was not interested in it and even felt a little disdainful.

He disdains the use of this alien power. He has the blessing of the great emperor, the ability to prophecy, and more than a hundred years of bloody battle experience... There is no need to stimulate the alien blood in his body to strengthen himself.

But then Lu Mingfei felt helpless again - his battle brothers did not have these and could only rely on the power brought by the alien blood in their bodies.

"We have to find a way to find a surgical method that can strengthen the body... and the production of a simple version of the alchemy power armor also needs to be put on the schedule."

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

"Then what should we do next?"

Chu Zihang asked with a low breath.

After coming out of the violent blood state, his body suffered a lot of backlash, and his physical strength was exhausted. He could barely stand with Murasame on his back.

"Let's get out of here first, and then find a place for you to recover for a while."

Lu Mingfei walked over, helped Chu Zihang up, and walked towards the Maybach in the distance.

"...What about Senior Brother Fingal?"

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment and did not see Fingel's figure.

"He...I gave him a special mission."