Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

The transformation of the "Perfect Divine Body", as a high-level display of the power of the divine name and words, is still a power that is quite difficult to control for several students at this stage.

Now Chu Zihang possesses the three powers of dragon blood, Pamish, and divine name writing. The last time he was able to use up his divine body, it relied heavily on the blood-fighting contract with Constantine.

Having lost the opportunity of being in the right place at the right time and with the right people, all Chu Zihang could rely on at this moment was the "wisdom" he had gained.

His operation is not difficult to understand either.

"Imitating Norton's most advanced ritual when he forged the Seven Deadly Sins, he used his own body as a furnace to create a temporary Nibelung, thus improving his quality in this world."

In other words, one's own "personality" has been improved through the refinement of the human body.

If Xia Mi were here, he might be familiar with Chu Zihang's current state... because this is the "power and power" that Dragon Kings usually talk about.

Gods with supreme power can cause very terrible effects even if they only use the smallest amount of power——

That's what's terrifying about Odin's attack.

After all, He is the master who controls this Nibelung, and every move in the Nibelung on this rainy night will have an overwhelming "weight". In this case, using purely violent field attacks is like a solid

An iron block hits the soil, simple and direct.

As the saying goes, those who rely on their own strength to run rampant will also be frustrated in the face of greater violence.

Because there is no mechanism, only pure numerical values, it happens to be the nemesis of people like Lu Mingfei who also play with numerical values.

Even if Xia Mi comes.

She can probably only use her power to destroy the structure of her domain, and cannot confront it head-on with force...

"But in this case, what are the chances of winning against Odin?"

Bu Shun reached out and took Lu Mingfei by the back collar of his windbreaker and led him away from the battlefield. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Mingfei, what do you think?"

"Why are you asking me?"

The injuries in his body were already healing on their own. Lu Mingfei wiped the blood on his mouth, but his expression was firm:

"Senior brother, you will win!"

He believed that Chu Zihang could defeat the powerful enemy in front of him, but he also believed in Bu Shun standing here.

It was Bu Shun who brought him out of the prison of the past, and he will always remember this kindness in his heart.

Because of this, he believed that Bu Shun, who was the "teacher", believed that the reason why he took him and his senior brother to walk on this viaduct again was to allow Chu Zihang to walk out of the shadow of the past.

!

——Isn’t this what the so-called teachers should do?

At the front of the battlefield, the battle continues.

After completing the compounding of the human body and the world, Chu Zihang no longer needs to worry about the pressure attached to the dust-free land.

With just a swipe of the raised Murasame in his hand, the invisible force was cut open, turning into sharp wind blowing from his left and right sides, taking away countless rain streams. He seemed to be a tireless machine, even if he fought hard in front of the gods.

, there is no trace of fear or uneasiness on my body...

The human body is extremely small compared to the giant, but at this moment he stands tall and strong, more powerful than all wind and rain!

Under Chu Zihang's bangs that were wetted by the rain, his eyes shining with golden light looked through the darkness and rain, and looked at Odin. Those eyes seemed to say: At that time and today, we still didn't know whether we would win or lose!

The God of Wild Hunt's one eye suddenly flashed with surprise.

He could understand what Chu Zihang did.

At that moment, the young lion waved his divine sword and cut off the domain itself!

This is indeed an incredible thing. Human senses cannot even fully recognize colors, let alone such a transcendent existence as the "field".

But Chu Zihang cut off the realm of Wuchen Land with the knife in his hand, just like cutting a watermelon with a fruit knife... No matter how many thousands of years of human history, no human being can do it!

“Beyond common sense.”

Odin's voice seemed to be praising, and the eight-legged Pegasus bound by the reins was no longer as violent as when he first saw it, and he lowered his head deeply.

The domain of the Dustless Land was still being released, and Chu Zihang swung his sword to continuously cut off the incoming repulsive force.

The collision between realms emits soul-shaking pressure, just like two skilled swordsmen fighting back and forth. There is a sinister murderous intention hidden in the simple and simple interaction.

That is a realm that only emperors and kings can touch. Sleipnir, who is far more sensitive than ordinary beings, can even feel the pressure that Chu Zihang is bringing to him.

Therefore fear, therefore tame.

It wasn't until the dark iron palm patted its neck that Sleipnir raised his head and let out a deep roar.

The eight-legged Pegasus received the order from its master, and the living white frost spread under its feet at a faster speed. The already cold rainstorm, under the influence of this uneasy white frost for some reason, even brought a layer of frost.

A chill that seems to freeze the soul.

Chu Tianjiao, who was also soaked in the rain, felt for the first time that as an S-level hybrid, his physique could not withstand the cold feeling...

He couldn't help but say: "What exactly is this...?"

Bu Shun put his hands behind his back and answered his question seriously:

"It's 'Winter of the Wind'."

"'Winter of Finbul', the prelude to Ragnarok, I didn't expect to see this apocalyptic cold here in Odin."

The term Fimbulvetr comes from Old Norse and means "terrible, great winter".

In Norse mythology, it is the harbinger of "the end of everything, Ragnarok" and can be described as a sign of the end.

"The power that symbolizes the end of the world appears in the hands of Odin..."

Chu Tianjiao's expression changed slightly, and he obviously had some bad associations.

But thoughts and so on are not important at this time. What is important is... Bu Shun can feel that there is a sense of threat gradually rising in the Odin in front of him!

"What are you looking for?"

"Is it a secret or the truth?"

A low and loud voice came from the mouth of the King of the Wild Hunt, as if hundreds and thousands of people were singing together in the church, weaving the laws of God in the wild rain and flowing water!

Without waiting for a response from Chu Zihang, who was fighting against him, the one-eyed king loudly declared:

"So, then witness it! The hidden source, the root of all things! The sign of the end of this world!"

The next moment, while releasing the realm, He actually raised the spear of the Lord God that was sure to hit.

"The trumpet roars, and with the resentment and anger of the kings, your final demise is written."

The spiritual will instigated the entire space, spreading the announcement into everyone's consciousness without any hindrance. Odin raised Gangnir and suddenly let out a ferocious roar in the night:

"We, the Creator of all things, the end of all things, the black wings that bear all the dead, here bind, the cursed wheel of fortune!"

Everything was completely silent, the rain stopped, and the area that was undergoing fierce conflict seemed to have been pressed the shutdown button in an instant, disappearing suddenly.

Chu Tianjiao, who was well protected by the three people behind him, suddenly discovered with horror...

In the suitcase in his hand, it seems...

There was a "heartbeat".

…

"ha."

Looking at the figure in the distance who held the magic gun high and was as cruel as iron fire, Xia Mi's dark pupils seemed to be brewing with hatred that could swallow up the world.

She raised her left hand and pinched her index finger with her right hand.

There was a bone-chilling sound of breaking bones, and her index finger was broken off from her hand, with red blood. Xia Mi expressionlessly put the pale and blood-stained finger in the hand of the petite girl next to him, and said indifferently

:

"Here, here's the bullet."