Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Darkness rolls,

There was a dull roar.

"The signal is restored!"

Francis pumped his fist hard, his excitement palpable.

"pretty!"

Lancelot has rushed out like a sharp arrow.

His glazed law domain follows him everywhere.

The darkness recedes.

Revealing the monster's true appearance.

This was a dragon the hybrids had never seen before.

His whole body is black, which is different from the traditional image of dragons. He looks skinny and skinny to the point of being exaggerated and scary.

It's almost like a keel covered with a layer of black skin.

The black dragon's golden pupils shone with a cold light.

He saw Lancelot.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Susie by the window.

The black dragon retreated into the darkness.

"Which way to go!"

Lancelot jumped up high and forced out the black dragon with a sword.

The black dragon spit out a long snake-like tongue.

Just now he blocked Lancelot's sword with his tail.

The scorching hot feeling brought back bad memories for him.

Damn it, is this guy the descendant of bronze and fire?

The black dragon narrowed his golden eyes and looked at Lancelot up and down.

There was light and fire, but something was wrong. It felt different from the blacksmiths of Bronze and Fire. The mixed-race boy in front of him made Black Dragon feel unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

The night suddenly lights up.

Another bolt of thunder fell from the sky.

The dragon's sense of danger pricked the black dragon's nerves.

The blood burned.

The black dragon subconsciously stepped aside, and the blade that turned into a thunderous punishment passed him by.

Black Dragon was about to breathe a sigh of relief.

But, no.

Why his danger instinct was still tingling.

No sign of relief at all?

The golden pupils widened slightly.

not good!

By the time the black dragon reacted, it was already too late.

The thunderous punishment that should have passed by him turned out to be like a squid, turning and changing direction, cutting off the black dragon's left wing from bottom to top.

How can it be!

A mere mortal weapon!

The black dragon was so angry that he shook his head and locked onto Susie.

He saw it.

Among the two humble mixed species in front of them, the key is the woman, she is the real threat.

This can't continue like this!

Kill her!

The black dragon greets Dragon Language, and he is using the Word Spirit, the complete version in the hands of dragons, Mingzhao.

The dragon's figure disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of ink.

The true dragon's shadow changes the space to a greater extent than that of hybrids. The Yan Ling's domain that it expands is filled with darkness that makes one unable to see anything. It is so groggy that it makes people unable to see clearly.

Except Lancelot.

Liuli Law Domain is the only beacon in this world.

The first time the black dragon used Ming Zhao, Lancelot raised his sword and charged.

His sword struck the air.

Lancelot frowned slightly.

Moving so fast? Or?

Lancelot grabbed the large ball of light. The light seemed to be real, and he was caught in his hand.

"forgive!"

In a blink of an eye, Lancelot shot the ball of light onto the forgiving blade of the sword.

"Prepare!"

The black dragon in the dark state didn't know what this hybrid was going crazy about.

Anyway, he is in a special state now. They have no special means and can't hit him.

In fact, if someone looks at it from the perspective of a third party.

Not hard to see.

Lancelot's sword did kill the black dragon.

But, it passed.

It's as if this black dragon is just a ball of void air.

There is no entity that exists.

This is the true effect of Mingzhao in the hands of a real dragon.

In the final analysis, it is still about the use of elements.

Of course, this method cannot be put on the table in a battle between real dragons. Everyone is an expert at playing with the elements. It is just a matter of bloodline. There is always a way to resolve it.

But it's different now. The black dragon's opponent is a hybrid that's not even a true dragon. Haha, such a sad creature that has stolen the power of a true dragon doesn't even have an elemental vision. It can't see what real elements are, and it still tries to compete with the real dragon. Dragon Fight, Black Dragon really doesn't know where these hybrids get their confidence.

Susie understood what Lancelot meant by preparing.

Because this preparation was meant for her.

The stars are a set of knives, twenty-two in total.

Three of them flew out in a triangular formation, spinning beside Susie.

These three are a special combination among the stars.

One kills seven, one destroys the army, and one is greedy for wolves.

It takes the meaning of killing the wolf in the mythical starry sky.

Absolute evil star, evil star.

The main force is to fight and kill.

The three swords of Sha Po Lang rotated over and over again. The speed was very slow, but it gave people an extremely heavy feeling. Francis looked away silently. It was really strange. He was paying attention to the battle just now and suddenly felt palpitations. He had a mysterious and mysterious intuition. If he stared at Sha Po Lang again, Even the gaze will be sucked into the Wolf's three swords.

But, how is this possible!

Francis felt nothing but absurdity.

In fact, this is the embodiment of the word god in Kyushu martial arts.

Susie and Lancelot are a combination, and their combined strength is comparable to that of Caesar and Chu Zihang. They are the class below S-class Lu Mingfei on Cassel's side, and even on the side of all hybrids.

Breaking it down, neither Susie nor Lancelot can compare to Caesar and others in terms of their bloodline and martial arts talent.

But they learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses, creating the effect of one plus one being greater than two.

Susie gave up all else.

Speed, don't.

Defensive, don't.

View, don't.

Susie only pursues one.

That's absolute destructive power.

This is the strategy that Su Qian has always adhered to from the time when she was a beheader until later after she learned Kyushu Martial Arts.

As for the part Susie gave up.

Naturally, her partner made up for it.

Such as now.

Susie herself can't find the black dragon.

But it doesn't matter.

Lancelot jumped up, turned around, and slashed towards the window.

''forgive!

The knife burst out with dazzling light.

The light was intense and sticky, like flames and magma.

All evil and darkness are invisible under this light.

The black dragon appears.

He showed a faint outline.

This is enough.

Three killing swords flew out at the same time.

Susie pointed.

Those golden eyes are aloof and cold.

"go!"

How can it be!

Black Dragon couldn't believe it.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the black dragon avoided the vital point and originally cut through the head. The Shapolang penetrated through the neck and flew out spinning.

The black dragon fell to the ground.

There is Lancelot who has been waiting for him again.

Francis looked away.

The battle here has lost its suspense.

Maybe I should remind you to try to keep a complete dragon corpse.

Lancelot thought.

During this time, he had become tired of listening to the equipment department and the teaching staff.

Previously, the S-class took action and killed three-headed dragons. The battle was too brutal. Here we look at it from the dragon's perspective. It is said that the three-headed dragon could not even piece together a complete keel. From this, you can imagine how fierce the S-class was at that time. La.

If a complete keel can be left here in the end, the professors will definitely be very happy.

Francis smiled.

My mood became more relaxed.

Speaking of which, what happened to him?

I didn't have such a personality before.

Is the war not over yet this time? You are already enjoying the future. Can you only say that your performance is too good?

"New situation!"

Norma projected several images.

It was the streets of Tokyo.

Professor Schneider's pupils shrank.

He saw it, it was Deadpool!

More and more projected images overlap one another, like collapsing snowy mountains.

The staff stood up in shock.

Deadpool!

Lots of Deadpool!

These eternally burning golden eyes are creatures of fallen darkness.

They took to the streets of Tokyo in droves.

Never before at this moment, the Abrahamic blood contract that the hybrids adhere to is crumbling.

They seemed to have heard the collapse of contracts that lasted for thousands of years.

But compared to that damn Abraham blood contract.

Professor Schneider and his staff are most worried now.

It’s the lives of ordinary people.

You can't reason with Deadpool.

They were born to serve the true dragon, and then to kill.

Killing is a desire engraved deep in Deadpool's genes.

If these dead men are left alone, this city, and even this country, may become a hell-like place.

Francis and other staff members clearly understand the weight of the word "Deadpool".

In the files of the former execution department, the one with the highest casualty rate was precisely because of this Deadpool.

"Calm down."

Professor Schneider said.

"It's just Deadpool."

Francis and the other staff members finally came to their senses.

Yes, it's just Deadpool.

It should be said that the world is changing too fast, but they are still a little conservative. After a few days, there are still some signs that the staff's thinking is stuck in the old times.

At that time, the appearance of Deadpool was already a huge event.

It is enough to attract great attention from the executive department.

It even requires the executive department commissioner to risk his life to win.

And now?

The opponents of the hybrids are already purebloods.

Compared to pure blood, Deadpool is nothing.

Professor Schneider asked Norma.

"Have all the urban countermeasures troops been deployed?"

"Everything is in place, Professor."

"very good."

Schneider nodded.

"Tell them it's time."

…………

Tokyo is an international metropolis with sewer systems extending in all directions. In addition, as an island country, there are typhoons and rains all year round, which makes the test of sewers even more severe.

Some cartoonists once used the sewer network of this metropolis as the background to create a story about dungeons and demons.

It is almost the evil self-generated demon king of human beings. The demon king grows in the dark corner that the tears cannot see, that is, the underground water pipe. The monsters regard it as their base camp, and after accumulating huge power, they finally launch a general attack on humans.

So, that day, countless monsters rushed onto the streets.

The end has come.

"Wow, that sounds awesome."

Kurosawa Ai exclaimed with a smile.

"What is this comic called?"

"Can you tell me?"

Kafka adjusted his glasses. This foreign man who looked very bookish could only smile bitterly when faced with the girl's questioning.

"Sorry, I forgot the name of the comic."

"what the hell."

Kurosawa Ai pouted.

"It's boring."

"Let's go, let's go!"

Kurosawa Ai looked around, still muttering softly.

"Strange, is today a special day? There are so few people and not a single car, eh!"

As he spoke, Kurosawa Ai seemed to have frightened herself. She quickly rubbed her arms and chanted a mantra that was popular among young girls, such as "evil spirits disperse".

"Wait a mininute."

Kafka called out to Kurosawa Ai.

"If possible, can you stay for a while?"

Kurosawa blinked and looked Kafka up and down.

"Foreigners, actually, it's not impossible."

She whispered to herself in a low voice. She probably thought that the handsome foreign guy across from her couldn't hear her, but Kafka was a trainee at a dragon-slaying technical college, and Kurosawa loved the words of an ordinary junior high school girl talking to herself. , Kafka heard it clearly.

"OK."

Kurosawa happily sat down next to Kafka.

This is a bench on the edge of a large joint. It is made of wood. It is late at night, and Kurosawa Ai, who is only wearing black leggings and a denim skirt, feels cold.

"It's not impossible for me to shed my tears and accompany you."

"but."

"hey-hey."

Kurosawa Ai rubbed his fingers.

"I'm very expensive."

Kafka has never seen anything like this. He once studied in Kassel, the highest institution for hybrids. He once stepped on the battlefield with Deadpool, and not long ago he survived the terrifying S-level martial arts training.

But, I'm sorry, Kafka has never seen this scene before him.

Kafka looked a little unnatural.

Kurosawa Ai became even more excited.

Ah ha, I found a treasure.

This girl seems to have forgotten the fact that she is just a novice.

Kafka coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment.

"Um, Miss Kurosawa."

"Just call me Xiao Ai."

"Miss Kurosawa, didn't you receive the message from the City Hall?"

"City Hall?"

Kurosawa Ai put his index finger against his lower lip and thought about it.

"You're talking about that, the news about some kind of drill, telling us to stay at home and not go out at night, and it's best not to go anywhere."

"right."

"Got it, got it."

Kurosawa Ai waved his hand.

"That kind of thing is just a joke, just leave it alone."

"Those congressmen are brainless idiots."

"I have something very important to do tonight, how could I not go out?"

"but!"

Kafka sounded serious.

This serious tone even frightened Kurosawa Ai.

She turned to look at Kafka as if she had seen a ghost.

"It's really dangerous tonight!"

"For life safety reasons."

"It's better to go home immediately."

"If you don't mind, Miss Kurosawa, I can take you home."

Kurosawa Ai's expression changed.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but he looked at Kafka with a perverted look, and moved his butt so as to be further away from Kafka.

"I can't tell that you are actually this kind of person!"

Kurosawa loves to talk.

"Although I'm short of money."

"But I can't do anything!"

"At least... at least, not at home!"

The more Kafka listened, the more he felt something was wrong.

What are you talking about, sister!

Kafka almost wanted to rip out the invisible earphones and crush them.

If Kurosawa Ai's words were heard by Norma and entered into the information database, his reputation as Kafka would be basically ruined.

"It's okay, don't worry, brother, I've picked up your channel. No third person will know that you were picking up girls during the mission!"

The mean words rang out in the headphones.

Kafka could even see Fingel’s winking face.

A piece of good news and a piece of bad news.

The good news is, he doesn't have to crush the headphones and dispose of them.

The bad news was that Fingel knew it and the whole school knew it and the half-breed world knew it.

There is no such thing as a lifetime of fame.

Kurosawa looked at Kafka's unpredictable face.

Finally, he settled on an expression that was almost desperate.

Kurosawa loved to watch and was stunned.

What happened to this handsome foreign guy?

Did I say something wrong?

Did it excite the other person?

Isn't that right? Do foreigners have such a fragile mentality?

Kurosawa Ai shook his head and cheered up, but his smile looked dry.

"Hahaha, um, what danger can there be at this night?"

"It's not like the demon king in the sewer is going to jump out and destroy the world!"

"Please, you said it, it's just a comic, it's just a comic."

"There must be nothing wrong with the Demon King, right?"

"Whose devil would live in the sewer? That would be too bad."

Kurosawa Ai smiled dryly. She had tried her best to find a way to adjust the separation, but Kafka's expression was still the same, showing no signs of improvement. He didn't know who to show that dead face.

No, she can't waste time here, she still has to make money, Xiaoxian is waiting for her.

Kurosawa Ai shut up, stood up quickly, and ran away while the foreign guy wasn't paying attention.

Don't catch up! Don't catch up!

Kurosawa Ai thought nervously in his heart.

She put her hands into her pockets, her palms sweaty.

She didn't know why, but she felt flustered and scared, as if something was always chasing her.

Is there anything you can do to save me?

Stunner, pepper spray, or...

Kurosawa Ai felt a peace blessing in his pocket.

Xiaoxian folded it for her.

Kurosawa Ai almost cried.

How could she forget.

Stun guns and anti-wolf spray were all things she couldn't even afford.

She only has one Ping An Fu at the kindergarten handicraft class level.

At this moment, Kurosawa Ai, who had never believed in so-called gods before, prayed to gods from the bottom of her heart for the first time.

No matter who it is, please save me.

Kurosawa Ai thought tremblingly.

It turns out that this kind of thing is much more difficult than an exam or something.

The thought of being with a strange man made her sick.

very scary.

However, it may be that the gods are too busy, or it is a punishment for disrespecting the gods all year round.

Kurosawa Ai's prayers had no effect at all.

The miracle didn't happen.

On the contrary, disaster struck as promised.

"Wait a moment!"

The foreign man's voice appeared behind him.

when!

It was obvious that Kurosawa Ai was listening with rapt attention.

Why are there no footsteps?

Kurosawa Ai squatted down and screamed while holding his head.

"Please let me go and I'm sorry!"

A strong force came and pulled her up.

Tears rolled in Kurosawa Ai's eyes.

She felt weightless.

This is……

Kurosawa Ai secretly opened his eyes.

I saw the back of the foreign man.

And in front of the man...the monster with golden eyes!

what is that!

Kurosawa Ai's mind went blank and she lost her ability to think.

Kurosawa Ai's peripheral vision glanced at the open manhole cover not far away.

sewer……

The story of Kafka's The Devil and the Dungeon came back to her mind.

Could it be that everything he said is true?

Not a comic at all.

But reality!

There are real monsters in the sewers of Tokyo!

Kurosawa Ai swallowed his saliva.

I...I'm going to die!

She suddenly thought of Xiaoxian.

Her brother who lost both legs in a car accident.

Today is Xiaoxian’s birthday.

Could it be that Xiaoxian's tenth birthday gift was the death of his sister?

Can't!

Not accepted!

She would never accept it.

Kurosawa Ai wakes up.

She wanted to move and escape, now.

But the legs didn't obey me at all.

God, whoever it is, please!

Kurosawa Ai cried in his heart.

The mouth does not dare.

She told herself never to make a sound.

In case it attracts more monsters!

However, there is nothing wrong with this assumption. This assumption is really funny.

The prerequisite is that she can survive the monster in front of her.

But how is this possible?

She, Kurosawa Ai, is just an ordinary person.

How could you survive in the hands of that kind of monster!

However, thinking of this, Kurosawa Ai finally realized something was wrong.

It's too long.

I thought about it for a long time.

Why is everything okay?

Ai quietly opened her eyes in the dark.

She saw the foreign man pulling out the knife.

The monster lay motionless on the ground.

Where...where did the knife come from?

Oh, when I stood up the bag next to me just now, Kurosawa Ai thought it contained a baseball bat, but it turned out to be a knife.

Kafka turned around and saw Kurosawa Ai still squatting on the ground.

"Let's go."

Kafka held out his hand.

"Get up, I'll take you home."