Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

The metal buzzed, which was Chu Zihang's long knife shaking rapidly.

Although the fighting had stopped, the huge force it received caused the long sword made of jade steel to vibrate, like a steel spring being turned.

The power on Caesar's sword was too great. Chu Zihang was using the vibration to eliminate the huge force. He looked at his sword and said: "Compared with the 'Dictato', the 'Murasame' still has some advantages."

Not as good as."

"So, aren't you going to reveal your trump card?" Caesar pounced again.

The hunting knife "Diklado" is strong and tough in his hand, while Chu Zihang's "Murasame" is like a ghost blending into the air, always flashing suddenly, making fatal blows, and being intercepted every time

, he immediately withdrew and once again turned into an almost invisible light at high speed.

"Great! Great!" Professor Guderian captured all the wonderful shots, but the battery of his mobile phone has dropped to the red point. He only hopes that this broken mobile phone can last a little longer. If he fails to capture his baby

The scene where Lu Mingfei intercepted Caesar and Chu Zihang will make him regret it for the rest of his life.

The old professor licked his dry lips and continued filming.

The desperate struggle between the two sides was like a dance performance. After the smoke cleared, one could only identify who was who by the color of their combat uniforms.

A blurry black figure, a blurry crimson figure, the lingering smoke spread out into a huge arena in the center of the square of the office building, the dark shadow of Dictado, and the strong sunlight reflected by Murasame, all mixed together and unable to be dismantled.

The hum of Chu Zihang's village rain in the air became more and more intense, mixed with Caesar's roar, and the murderous aura was thick and sticky.

"Dictado? Murasame?" Lu Mingfei outlined the shapes of the two knives in the dark.

One is a straight, wide folding knife, and the other is a slightly curved Japanese sword.

"Dictator" means "dictator" in ancient Rome, and "Murasame" is a legendary demon sword that appears in many anime and games.

It is said that after killing a thousand people, the famous Japanese sword "Muramasa" will automatically transform into the demon sword "Murasame". After killing people, raindrops will naturally flow from the sword to wash away the blood stains.

Of these two people, one is a dictator from Rome? The other is a ronin swordsman from Japan?

Lu Mingfei speculated in his mind that now that he has dragons, demon swords, Roman emperors, devil fruits, etc., they are no longer so unacceptable.

He weighed the baseball bat in his hand, thinking that the quality of this plastic bat might not be comparable to those two famous knives. In this case, there were only two options.

The first is to wait until the two people fight until both are injured, and then use this stick to sap the one who is still standing.

The second thing is to take away the "Murasame".

His Kakimaru is a Japanese sword. Without the sword in his hand, he never feels safe.

Lu Mingfei has seen a lot of death, but he is still soft-hearted after all. It cannot be said that he has become numb after seeing it. On the contrary, it makes him cherish life more, whether it is his own or other people's, so he does not use these methods only.

Terrorists who use tranquilizer bombs just knock them out and wait for the law to punish these criminals.

He didn't know why these people didn't use live ammunition. He could tell at a glance that those who fell to the ground because of the gunfire were not dead, because he could see the red killing spots near the necks of those guys.

Corpses cannot be executed, only living people can, and for this reason, he held back.

He is a gentle person. From beginning to end, he has never lost that gentleness, but occasionally hides it.

But... Lu Mingfei has not forgotten that there is a sniper. The sniper who killed Masashi Toyama, even a tranquilizer bomb, can be fatal under the violent impact of the sniper rifle. That guy fired at Masashi Toyama.

After two shots were fired, Lu Mingfei could not see Masashi Toyama's neck hidden in the grass and could not tell whether he was alive, but thinking about it, his survival rate was extremely low, close to zero.

This may not be a good thing to say, but Lu Mingfei is very confident in his own judgment. He knows better than anyone in the world what kind of injuries are fatal.

He still believed that these people were terrorists, and they used tranquilizer bombs just because they wanted to take them back alive, rather than out of any compassion.

Toyama Masashi holds a master's degree in history from the University of Tokyo, a Ph.D. in materials science, and is a psychology teacher at Kassel College. He is a very humorous person. Lu Mingfei still remembers him joking with him and comparing his right hand to a pistol.

But such a living Japanese doctor who could jump around and was proficient in eating, drinking and peeing died in front of his eyes. He would never move again or tell jokes again.

Lu Mingfei seemed to have returned to the day when his left hand was cut off and he watched helplessly Ashina Genichiro take Kuro away. A deep feeling of powerlessness filled his heart again.

He died many times. It was a terrible thing. Death puts a person in a cage without light forever. The gentle wind and sunshine, barbecue sprinkled with cumin and chopped green onions, and good-looking anime are no longer the same.

It doesn't matter to you.

Like sinking into the sea in winter, the cold, salty water submerged everything, and every death was so painful.

Slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea in endless suffocation, his hands and feet were cold, and he could only see darkness when he opened his eyes. Before being resurrected by the power of Long Yin, Lu Mingfei would come to an endless dark cage.

He is walking in darkness, and the light belongs to others.

He must admit that for a moment, he wanted to discuss history with Dr. Masashi Toyama, sitting on an ancient bench in the library, flipping through precious documents, scholar Lu Mingfei, another path.

But now, this road has been cut off.

Kill to pay for life, debt to pay for money, this is a natural principle, applicable to any situation.

Someone has to pay the price.

This is all he can do...

With a weak sigh, the wolf opened his eyes at this moment.

Professor Guderian, who was hiding in the narrow passage, suddenly trembled, as if some terrible monster had awakened. He had the illusion of being pricked by needles all over his body, and he almost couldn't even hold his cell phone steady.

At this time, someone suddenly tapped Professor Guderian on the shoulder. He was startled and threw the phone away. The bright screen flashed a few times and suddenly went out. The phone was out of battery.

He uses the real-time recording mode, which will automatically save wherever he records it. As long as the memory card is not damaged, he can extract the recorded video at any time. But the battle is not over yet, how can he not have a recording device?

He hurriedly rushed out like a puppy chewing mud, picked up the phone, and pressed the power button with trembling wrinkled fingers, but there was no reaction at all.

"Professor? What are you doing?"

A female voice came from behind through the mask. Professor Guderian was very familiar with this voice.

"Nono! Is that you?" The professor turned his head and shouted.

"It's me, Professor, are you also participating in the Freedom Day?" Nono, who was wearing a red combat uniform, took off his mask. His dark red hair tied into a ponytail was a little messy, and the four-leaf clover earrings in his ears were dangling.

It was obvious that she was the last girl left on Caesar's side, and as the last "hidden arrow", she sneaked around from behind.

She didn't expect to meet an old professor with gray hair and reading glasses here.

There were a lot of "corpses" on display here. She thought there would be a man-eating lion hidden here, but she didn't expect it to be an old man without any fighting ability.

"What's going on with these corpses?" Nono asked doubtfully.

"Don't worry about this! Did you bring your mobile phone?" Professor Guderian held Nono's hands, his eyes full of anxiety.

"I did bring it with me..." Nono said, taking out a pure white iPhone with a four-leaf clover pendant hanging from a green combat bag, and a bottle of limited edition Aerin perfume studded with diamonds.

"Great!" the professor said excitedly: "Hurry up and turn on the camera, we must record this historic moment! I will definitely give you extra points in the final exam. You are really my lucky lady!"

"But I didn't choose your class."

Nono muttered softly, her phone had been snatched away by Professor Guderian who was as excited as a teddy in heat.