Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

What a dazzling sword that was.

Ye Sheng and Red Dragon collided.

This red dragon, which had remained silent since its appearance until now, could no longer continue its pride.

The red dragon's golden eyes showed a bit of surprise.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen a hybrid.

Hybrids born by stealing the blood of dragons are born to be slaves of their dragons.

The red dragon was used to groveling hybrids.

There are very few people like Ye Sheng who dare to swing a knife at him.

He became interested.

Yaji watched helplessly as Ye Sheng jumped up and rushed towards the red dragon.

What a mess!

If it wasn't for combat, Aki would have covered his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes.

What on earth are you doing, Asheng!

Aki shouted in his heart.

Yaji looked out the window, trying to see clearly the aftermath of the battle between Ye Sheng and the red dragon.

But Yaji's bloodline is not enough to support such amazing eyesight.

No problem, Norma separates and thoughtfully projects the picture.

Yaji saw Ye Sheng falling.

She bit her lip.

The engagement ring leaves an impression on the ring finger.

At this time, Ye Sheng was in the air, without any focus, like meat on a chopping board. As long as the red dragon charged, Ye Sheng would definitely die.

I have to do something.

Aki cheered up.

"Give me the target location."

"OK."

Norma splits herself into a red dragon.

Surprisingly, the monster still hovered in the air and did not take the next step.

Aki noticed that Red Dragon seemed to be looking at something. He lowered his head, and his golden eyes focused on...

The projection screen of Norma Split is enlarging little by little.

That is!

Aki was surprised to see the knife mark on the red dragon's forelimb.

The headquarters was solemn.

Lansnott and Susie were relatively calm.

They were also the first group of people to receive Lu Mingfei's Kyushu martial arts training.

Now his cultivation level is also at the peak of body refining.

They are well aware of the power of Kyushu martial arts.

However, Ye Sheng's courage to swing his sword at the red dragon in the air still shocked the two of them to a certain extent.

What is the difference between Ye Sheng's behavior and walking on a tightrope over a cliff?

No.

This is much more dangerous than walking a tightrope.

Walking a tightrope is still a narrow escape, but Ye Sheng can't fly. After one knife, it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no chance of death.

Compared with the two of them, Francis and others, who graduated from Kassel earlier and have completely withdrawn from the mixed race world in recent years, are in complete shock.

The Norma split-projection images are broadcast live in many places.

They clearly saw the scene where the red dragon was injured.

Unimaginable.

Even though they were still studying in Kassel, when the school spirit of Dragon Slaying Academy was the most ferocious and cruel, they had never seen a hybrid like Ye Sheng.

Swing your sword at a real dragon.

Francis smiled bitterly.

Is it courage? No, Francis carefully recalled and confirmed repeatedly. He could be sure that in terms of courage alone, he could count five people he knew who were no less than Ye Sheng.

How can a true dragon slayer be afraid of dragons?

But that was high above the clouds.

The dragon can fly, but he cannot.

And the power of Ye Sheng's sword.

Francis marveled.

I'm afraid that no matter how hard the steel is, it will be separated by Ye Sheng's knife.

Don't talk about steel.

Ye Sheng's sword was clearly powerful enough to chop even the mountains for you to see.

Francis had never seen such martial arts beyond imagination.

S level.

Francis murmured in his mind.

All the changes in Kassel Academy seem to be related to that S-class one.

Francis wanted to see the S-class elegance with his own eyes more and more.

However, there are more important things now than the S-class.

What should Ye Sheng do?

Everyone who followed this battlefield through the live broadcast was worried about Ye Sheng.

Others prayed.

There is no doubt that Ye Sheng is an excellent dragon slayer.

Who could bear to see such a great young man die?

Their eyes were fixed on the red dragon, wary of every move of this pure-blooded dragon, as if their eyes had some special power and could control the red dragon from hundreds of miles away.

It's really ridiculous to say, where could such a strange speaking spirit exist?

But a miracle seemed to happen.

The red dragon truly stopped in mid-air and did not pursue it.

Although I don’t know why, in short, the red dragon did not kill them all, which is the best thing.

"I think I can probably guess why."

Susie said.

Everyone looked at her.

"Do you still remember the battle between the S-class and the three-headed dragon?"

"Well, it happened at the Takamagahara Club not long ago."

"" Everyone recalled the information.

This is a big event in recent times and no one is ignoring it.

"The details of that time are like this."

"At first there was only one dragon, but later, many dragons flew in to support us."

"But they were just watching."

"From the beginning to the end, the S-level opponent has only one dragon."

"So, I think this is probably some kind of rule of the dragon clan."

Fingel left a line at the command post.

He interrupted with a smile.

"Sounds like a rule that only allows one-on-one combat but not sieges."

"So dragons are a group of creatures that value honor so much?"

Fingel shrugged.

"Maybe they throw white handkerchiefs before every duel."

His jokes weren't funny.

But Fingel does have a point.

What are the operating rules of dragon society? Hybrid scholars have been studying it for so many years, but there is no accurate explanation.

The time apart is too long.

What's more, it's a society of another race.

The differences between hybrids and humans are already huge, let alone dragons.

Perhaps as Fingel said, one-on-one duel is the basic rule for the operation of dragon society.

S-class experienced such a duel.

Now it’s Ye Sheng’s turn.

"That is to say."

Francis sighed.

"Is Ye Sheng regarded as a real opponent?"

Being able to be regarded as a true opponent by pure-blood dragons is something that makes hybrids proud.

But times have changed.

And putting aside whether you agree or disagree, isn’t the most important thing now is Ye Sheng’s life or death?

Fortunately the ending is good.

The No. 3 machine piloted by Ye Sheng flew back, the alchemy words on the surface lit up, and the invisible air shield opened.

Ye Sheng fell on the air mask.

The air mask was actually very soft, like cotton. A large piece of it was deeply dented, and it broke apart after the strength was gone.

"good!"

The geniuses in the equipment department cheered and clapped.

They were so excited that you looked at me and I looked at you, whistling and slapping their shoulders.

The priests of the eight Sheqi families and the professors of Kassel communicated in low voices.

"Your onmyoji is truly amazing."

"Wherever, Shang Zong's method of offloading force is truly ingenious."

…………

Professor Schneider asked Lansnott.

"I remember that was..."

Lansnott nodded.

"The results of our exchanges with the Eight Sheqi Families buffer the alchemy matrix."

It was originally used in emergency landings or crashes, but I didn't expect that it could also become a cushion for the driver.

Ye Sheng fell to pieces.

He shook his head, looked around, and found that he was still on the plane, and he was suddenly happy.

"I'm not dead."

In the earphones was Aki crying and cursing.

Ye Sheng just touched the back of his head and said sorry stupidly.

"Attention, both of you."

Norma splits in.

"The target is coming."

Ye Sheng raised his head, and the wind pressure caused by the red dragon's flight blew his hair. The No. 3 aircraft was swaying like a small boat in a storm on the sea.

Ye Sheng barely managed to do a Thousand Jin Fall, and almost lost his balance. There was really nothing he could do about it. To be able to cultivate the Xiangliu Zhuang to the peak of physical training was a matter of all his efforts, and he could only minor in swordsmanship. It makes sense, and what's the point of martial arts without martial arts.

But for the method of Thousand Jin Falling, maybe a real genius like Caesar Chu Zihang has time to study it. He Ye Sheng can only understand a superficial understanding.

Ye Sheng stepped down hard, trying to find a pit where he could use his strength.

But when he stepped down, no trace of Unit 3 was left.

It's just that the alchemical light on it flashed, that's all.

Damn it, why are you making this iron case so hard?

Ye Sheng's face turned bitter.

He really didn't want to experience the feeling of crashing and falling freely again.

That was too uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the headquarters made a wise decision.

Every aircraft is equipped with a NOMA split.

Compared to the half-baked ones like them, artificial intelligence Norma's aircraft piloting skills are so high.

Not long after, Unit 3 struggled out of the morass of turbulent airflow.

Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked to the side and saw the red dragon's golden eyes staring at him with interest.

"hello."

Ye Sheng showed a polite giggle and raised his hand to signal. This time, the Tang Dao, an alchemical weapon in his hand, was fully visible.

There is still some dragon blood on it, and there is a big gap where the Tang knife collapsed.

The red dragon's golden eyes turned and glanced at Tang Dao.

Ye Sheng swallowed hard.

Francis from the headquarters covered his eyes in pain.

Is this the junior brother they had high hopes for before?

It must be the principal. It's all because of the happy education that the principal promotes. Look, Ye Sheng is such a good kid. He dares to draw a sword against dragons. He should be born to eat dragons.

Now he is actually being tortured like this by Cassel.

Francis felt that Ye Sheng should not slay dragons. What was really suitable for him was the talk show stage. This junior brother was talking loudly on the stage. Below the stage, a group of pure-blood dragons with golden eyes looked expressionless. applaud.

The image is instantly there.

…………

Just a second ago, Ye Sheng was greeting Red Dragon with a smile.

The next second he fit in and made the save.

Ye Sheng stretched his body high in the sky, with the clear starry sky above his head. His smile disappeared in an instant, leaving an iceberg-like chill.

The red dragon's golden pupils shrank.

Ye Sheng suddenly attacked, but Red Dragon had the advantage, and he could have distanced himself and dealt with it calmly.

but no.

The red dragon faced it head-on.

A man and a dragon collided and then separated.

The No. 3 machine in the Norma split posture has been prepared for Ye Sheng.

Ye Sheng squatted down and glanced at Tang Dao for another live blow.

His tongue was pressed against his upper body, and there was a lump in his throat. Was that blood? Was his internal organs injured? After all, he was also a dragon on the other side. Sure enough, he was only at the peak of physical training, which was a bit forced.

But then again.

Ye Sheng took a deep breath and grinned.

It's so exciting.

Ye Sheng jumped out again.

Honglong and Ye Sheng were fighting at high altitude.

The mixed-race Ye Sheng is still unable to fly, so he can only use the No. 3 machine as a pedal to jump up again and again.

He swung his knife.

Ye Sheng regards every knife as the last knife in his life.

The Tang Dao, a fine alchemical weapon, gradually became cracked, like porcelain that was about to break.

Ye Sheng finally spurted out blood after the sixth stab.

Anyway, that's a dragon on the other side.

What S-class can do doesn't mean that any hybrid can do it.

"A Sheng!

Ye Sheng was in a daze.

He was in so much pain that he almost lost consciousness.

He was standing on the plane, swaying around like he was drunk.

Ye Sheng felt that he was almost reaching his limit.

Just... the limit?

What is the limit?

His consciousness was so vague that it was no longer enough for him to understand what the limit was.

But that's okay.

Ye Sheng squatted down, his thigh muscles tightening like a fully drawn bow, frantically gathering strength.

Ye Sheng once again prepared to save.

Slaying dragons is really not something humans do.

Dragons are like a big mountain.

He is the kid who swings his sword at the mountain.

But……

"A Sheng!"

Yaji finally aroused Ye Sheng's consciousness.

Ye Sheng heard his girl crying.

"Your knife is broken!"

"Stop it!"

oh.

Ye Sheng suddenly realized.

No wonder he felt something was wrong.

It turned out that my knife was broken.

Ye Sheng lowered his head to look.

Sure enough, the Tang Dao was in miserable condition, with only one handle left.

This must have been given by the road master.

I gave a handful to these martial arts practitioners and beauties.

I heard that the ice cellar in Kassel was emptied out, and the vice-principal was forced to open the furnace and make a lot of it.

I really didn’t expect that the sex cell leader was very capable.

The master alchemist or something thought he was just bragging, but it turns out he really knows how to do it.

Speaking of which, the Tang Dao in his hand was just made by the vice principal.

Ye Sheng will never forget the day he took over the Tang Dao "Lv Ying" from the vice-principal.

The vice-principal's troubled expression was the same as that of an old father sending his daughter off for marriage.

a ha ha ha.

Thinking of Ye Sheng makes me laugh.

Why did he tell the vice principal at that time?

Oh, right.

"Don't worry, teacher, I will definitely use Lv Ying well!"

After that, Ye Sheng's Night Watch account was blocked for thirty days, and appeals were useless. The forum also said that this account involved bad information. Ye Sheng did not comply. Why was Fingel's account still good but he was bad? Do you have a misunderstanding about the term "bad information"?

After thinking about it, Ye Sheng took a breath.

no way.

The shadow is broken.

Vice principal, I'm sorry for you.

Ye Sheng amused himself again.

He wanted to find a place to place the wreckage of Lve Shadow, but looking around, there was no suitable place on the plane, and he didn't have any pockets for his combat uniform.

Ye Sheng lowered his head and thought for a long time, and he got it.

I saw him open his mouth and bite the handle of the knife.

A glimpse of a glimpse.

Maybe I will die here today too

In the novel, the hero's weapon also has a tomb. It's bad luck for you to follow a useless master like me.

I can't do the Sword Tomb or anything like that. Anyway, when I die later, you will be with me.

Ye Sheng thought of Ya Ji.

wrong.

As for that guy, if I die in battle, she will definitely cry.

Maybe he will fight against the dragon.

When I think about it, I suddenly don’t want to die.

Ye Sheng's golden eyes slowly lit up.

The red dragon flies silently.

He sensed the rising momentum of the mixed-race warrior in front of him.

very nice.

Red Dragon thought.

He admitted that Ye Sheng was a real warrior.

"Chongsa."

Red Dragon said.

Ye Sheng raised the corners of his mouth.

"So you can speak Mandarin."

Because he was biting the handle of the knife, Ye Sheng's voice was very blurry, but the structure of dragons is different from that of ordinary people. Many audio segments that human ears cannot catch are extremely clear to the red dragon, not to mention that Ye Sheng is only blurry.

"Tell me your name."

Red Dragon Chongsa said.

"warrior."

The headquarters was silent, a solemn silence.

"turn out to be."

Fingel sighed quietly.

"Dragons are really good at throwing handkerchiefs."

Susie's guess basically came true.

Dragons have dragon rules, one-on-one duels.

The current scene also happened a few days ago.

At that time, the person who exchanged names with dragons was S-class.

Now Naruba wins.

This is an honor.

But no one cares whether it’s honorable or not.

Everyone could tell that Ye Sheng's current situation was not good.

He might be dying.

"look!"

Fingel exclaimed.

…………

Ye Sheng heard the roar.

That was the roar he was familiar with, the real Star God.

Zero's cold voice sounded on the channel.

"I am coming."

She arrived in the Star God.

Compared with other next-generation aircraft, the Star God is truly a weapon that is powerful enough to contend with dragons.

Yaji was very happy.

"Very good!"

She understood the gap between the real Star Gods and their next-generation machines.

So, if it is a star...

Red Dragon Chongsa didn't even look at it.

His eyes were still locked on Ye Sheng.

As if waiting for an answer.

He had announced his name just now, and now it was the mixed-race warrior's turn.

"call……"

Ye Sheng let out a long breath.

"That, Captain."

"Can you wait?"

he said softly.

"Let me finish it first."

Zero didn't answer.

Ye Sheng smiled.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your promise."

The mixed-race's eyes suddenly became sharp.

He raised his head and looked at the red dragon.

"My name is Ye Sheng."

No more knives.

He still has palms.

Master Lu once said that the most trustworthy thing about warriors is their bodies that have been tempered over time.

So...

Ye Sheng jumped up again and turned his palm into a sword.

This time, he cut through the dragon scales, and the Red Dragon Chongsa shed a lot of blood, dyeing the clouds red.

Ye Sheng broke his arm.

Zero piloted the Star God, circled the red dragon, and then activated the matrix on the Star God. His wings turned into blades of light and passed through the wounds caused by Ye Sheng. (End of chapter)