Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Lu Mingfei was stunned, not understanding why the combination of him and Zero was so eye-catching, but Yuan Zhisheng asked the question "Are you from the academy" with a cold face and even a bit smug in his heart.

Then he suddenly remembered that Xianggui 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 fabricated into a...killer embryo with a second-year disease.

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

As the director of the Executive Bureau and the acting head of the Snake Eight Family, Yuan Zhisheng can be said to be very busy. Except for those few specific people, he ignores everyone else.

Of course, being knocked unconscious by the girl named Xia Mi at the peak of the Awakening Temple of Genji Heavy Industries did leave a great psychological shadow on Yuan Zhisheng, but until now he still believes that it was only his temporary underestimation of the enemy that led to his failure.

"Put down your weapons and give up resistance. You will be imprisoned, but you will eventually be able to return home safely..." It seems that there is no Yuan Zhinv among the people who exchanged fire with them in this village, let alone a dangerous king general like a real dragon. Yuan Zhisheng can actually persuade Lu Mingfei to surrender in such a blatant way in the open space of the village.

Although this guy is asking Lu Mingfei to give up resistance and surrender his guns, he doesn't look like he is going to disarm at all. The Tongziqi Yasunaga and the Spider Qiri are both unsheathed, and are pressed tightly on the waist by two clearly muscled joints.

Behind Yuan Zhisheng in the wind and snow is the exquisite and slender girl. Her temperament is like a knife, so sharp that it can almost cut the snow curtain.

While the persuasion work was going on here, there was no sign of stopping the battle between the Eight Snakes and the Ghost Clan. The elite of the Execution Bureau was advancing one by one along the abandoned buildings on the street. The series of muffled sounds of automatic rifles and submachine guns firing bullets after installing silencers echoed in the empty mountains.

Lu Mingfei's hands drooped naturally, and his body exerted a little force, but he put on a completely defenseless posture.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Yuan Zhisheng who was approaching him. His hearing was maximized in an instant. The rustling sound of snowflakes falling on red tiles, the deliberately suppressed hound-like footsteps from all directions, and the sound of wind blowing the treetops were all taken into his ears.

Ling leaned against the corner of the broken wall, his slender body supported on one knee on the snow, squatting in the shadow of the building next to him.

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

That was Morse code. Lu Mingfei and Ling both got full marks in the intelligence class. Morse code, a means used by agents to transmit information, was of course well known.

It was strange to say that there were 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.

Crow's father, Kengo Saeki, might be in this village. After all, he was an old man. No matter how mighty he was when he was young, he should have become atrophied and his body functions deteriorated greatly due to calcium loss at this age.

It was difficult to guarantee whether he would be killed by the low temperature in the mountains or killed by stray bullets.

Silently, Lu Mingfei's heart rate soared, and the blood burst was activated. The power flowed along the blood vessels as if it was pumped out of the heart, and his body temperature began to rise slowly.

The dragon bone state was in the valve of activation. As long as he had a thought, all the bones in his body would burst and shift.

In just a few seconds, Lu Mingfei changed from a harmless lynx to a restrained mountain tiger.

Because he heard the light whistling in the wind and snow, like the sound of hummingbirds in South America soaring in the flowerbed against the wind, their wings flashing at a frame rate beyond the human eye can capture, cutting the air.

Densely packed, everywhere in all directions.

The corner of his eye scanned it inconspicuously, and one after another cold glimmer passed through his eyes.

They were butterfly-like sharp blades, with unparalleled sharp edges and 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 blizzard. Lu Mingfei's breathing gradually became heavy, and his skin covered by the coat was sending out a bone-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 drill out of the skin and bloom like flowers on the host's body.

Ying's words were Yinliu, and the snowy day was her home court. Hundreds of butterfly blades were spinning around Lu Mingfei in a corner that no one could see. These beautiful butterflies trembled slightly in the snow, as if they would immediately cut his body in turn as long as Lu Mingfei made a slightly out-of-line move.

The ninjas of the ancient Warring States period used Yinliu to control shuriken and darts, and one person could sneak into a heavily guarded mansion to assassinate a daimyo with peerless martial arts. Today, Ying is not inferior to those predecessors who risked their lives in ninjutsu, and her mastery and understanding of Yinliu is several times or even dozens of times better.

Few people in the world can fight against Ying who controls hundreds of butterfly blades forged with high-strength alloys by the Rock Flow Research Institute in the strong wind.

Lu Mingfei knew that there were a few words that could do this, but unfortunately, he was essentially a waste without a word.

Then there is only one way to help him avoid having his arteries cut by Ying's blade, which is to cover his skin with a layer of scales that even bullets can hardly penetrate.

Yuan Zhisheng waved his hand to drive away the two executive bureau commissioners who were approaching Lu Mingfei with long knives. His eyes were narrow and sharp, and he buried his head slightly. Under the shadow of his forehead, there was a faint golden light.

The two men were still 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 were still holding the long knife at his waist, and his expression was as cold as a biting winter.

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

A faster metabolism must be 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 ghosts on the ancient battlefield, beating drums!

Yuan Zhisheng was stared at by the dark pupils of the man in front of him, and felt that he was facing the abyss.

All the bones in his body were bursting, and the dragon bone state was stimulated in the most unmatched and violent posture. The snow fell on his body with a rustle, 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, anywhere, China, the United States, South Korea, anyway, she likes you so much, she will go wherever you say..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhisheng's tense body had already jumped up like an ancient beast. With his movements, the violent heartbeat, violent blood pressure, super-high doses of adrenaline and the golden eyes that represent the supreme authority in the world of dragons were all unscrupulously flaunted!

The fierce wind pressure wrapped in the snow dust like waves rushed towards him, and Lu Mingfei's bones also exploded. He could feel his heart beating so vigorously, and the power flowed in 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 hit a certain part of Yuan Zhisheng. His bones were harder than steel and bronze under the dragon bone state and the blessing of violent blood, but Yuan Zhisheng's bones were also indestructible.

After the first collision, the frenzied air waves were lifted, and the blizzard and white dust were swept away, but they still couldn't see each other. They could only hear the whistling of the sharp blade cutting the wind in the air!

The sound of ding-dong rang from every inch of Lu Mingfei's skin. Ying was like Yuan Zhisheng's shadow. He drew his knife and she also drew her knife. The butterfly blade on the upper handle was supported by the airflow and rotated to cut Lu Mingfei's body.

But while the man's muscles were undulating like water waves, the fine iron scales had already torn his skin and covered his whole body with hot blood stains!

Yuan Zhisheng recognized him, but he was still waiting for his prey to relax its vigilance like a dormant tiger.

The rolling snow dust was swept away and fell, and Lu Mingfei put his lust on his waist after retracting his fist.

The dark demon flashed with bright golden eyes and smashed the snow curtain in front of him like a mountain!

Yuan Zhisheng was just distracting Lu Mingfei by talking to him, and in a flash, the murderous intent was like a round mirror shattering and mercury bursting out!

Xiuxia's two swords were combined into one with a huge vibration, and the Spider Cut and the Boy Cut Yasunaga were swung from right to left in Yuan Zhisheng's hands and chopped towards Lu Mingfei who was still standing there quietly!

The sword was extremely fierce, which was not in line with Yuan Zhisheng's usual style. He was a master of using Japanese swords and was good at using extreme swordsmanship to kill the evil ghosts standing in front of him.

But when the dragon bone state was activated to this extent, his sword swinging speed was faster than his reaction, and all the skills lost their meaning, only absolute power!

The moment he saw Lu Mingfei, Yuan Zhisheng knew that the academy already knew that there was a real god hidden in the Red Devil River, but that was a secret between him and Tachibana Masamune.

The momentary horror made him feel cold in his bones. The theft of this secret by the academy was just like Zhuge Kongming of Shu Han submitting the "Chu Shi Biao" to the emperor. There were only the nobles in the court, but the details of the "Chu Shi Biao" were known by Sima Yi of Cao Wei before he left Qishan. This feeling of powerlessness and horror was no less than Zhuge Liang at that time.

It was a thunderous and furious blow. Lu Mingfei seemed to have flaws all over his body, but his eyes were always staring coldly at Yuan Zhisheng's movements.

He did not dodge, but swung the knife upwards from his waist, the blade met the blade, and with the power of his wrist, he slammed down Yuan Zhisheng's all-out surprise attack!

The two people collided with their shoulders in just a moment, 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 body. Although the injuries caused by the growth of the scales have healed, the bloodstains are still on the clothes close to his body. With Yuan Zhisheng's sense of smell, he can easily smell the strong smell.

The snow that originally piled on the shoulders and heads of the two people has been shattered in such a fierce collision, turning into part of the snow dust around and flying away.

"If you just run away, you will be caught up by fate no matter how far you go." Lu Mingfei said softly.

"Live as long as you can. The life of people like her is already counted by days, isn't it?" Yuan Zhisheng gritted his teeth, almost biting blood. He increased the strength of his hands, but the man in front of him did not move at all.

This guy is like a mountain, standing here majestically.

Gen Chisheng, who was praised by all the people of the Snake Eight Clan and regarded as Amaterasu, felt this powerlessness for the first time. His proud power and bloodline 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 retreated the wakizashi that was waking up with an ominous light, and his long arm and the blade swung out a huge arc.

At this point, there is nothing to hide.

The burial place of God has been discovered, and the conspirators will be exposed!

Gen Chisheng slowly shook the knife, took a step back, and took a pre-attack posture. Lava flowed in his pupils, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

"I don't care about any conspiracy. As long as I can kill God, I can remove the curse flowing in the blood vessels of this family." He said, "There will be no next chijue in the future, and there will be no next Eri. All tragedies end here."

"You are actually quite pitiful..." Lu Mingfei's voice dissipated in the frenzied storm. The two people exerted their heels at the same time and crossed each other!

They brushed shoulders. Lu Mingfei's speed and strength far surpassed Yuan Zhisheng's. Lust easily slapped away the long sword that was slashing down diagonally, just like slapping away two flying birds.

The three swords shook violently at the moment of 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 brushed past!

But suddenly a shadow like a flying bird fell from the sky, and Ying's graceful figure suddenly appeared above Lu Mingfei's head as he brushed shoulders with Yuan Zhisheng.

Her eyes were cold, and her golden eyes 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 sound of dingling and slashed through the air!

Yuan Zhisheng knew from the beginning that he was no match for Lu Mingfei, so he prepared a real backhand.

That girl was his backhand.

But Lu Mingfei just grasped Ying Lingding's ankle in the air, and then threw her down fiercely. The graceful girl screamed and fainted.

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

Lust buzzed with cheers, Lu Mingfei looked down at Ying from a high place, and then shook the knife, shaking the hot blood on it into red mist and dispersing it.

Only then did Yuan Zhisheng stumble back, hanging the long knife on the ground, and slowly half-knelt.

"It's useless, the mountain will be closed soon, and you won't 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 want 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 changed suddenly. (End of this chapter)