The journey of a heroine starting from the Dragon Clan

Mu Qingzhi has never been stingy with the people around her.

The enchantment of weapons is only one aspect. In other aspects, she also equipped Minamoto, Eri and the others with sufficiently high-end defense measures.

Even though they are strong as Yuan Zhisheng with royal blood, they will still die if they are hit in the head by a bullet. No matter how powerful their bloodline is, they are still essentially human.

...It is easy to block an open spear, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow.

With Herzog still hiding in the dark and preparing to make a move, how could Mu Qingzhi not make decent preparations?

Therefore, for Yuan Zhisheng, unless it is an all-round, large-scale and blind-angle machine gun-style shooting, guns and the like are really not a big threat to him.

It seemed that Yuan Zhisheng had not expected that Yuan Zhisheng would come out like this. Before the violent pressure falling from the sky, the ghost's movements visibly froze.

Compared with the previous heavy pressure, the pressure coming down from the top of the head this time was obviously better. Although Yuan Zhisheng was not able to continue to climb up the level of [Kingdom] in such a short period of time, but now The gravity exerted in his royal domain has also exceeded the previous 64 times, reaching a unique 72 times gravity.

Under the violent pressure, the ghost felt that all the bones in his body began to creak, and his whole body seemed to be carrying an extremely heavy mountain, causing him to bend down unconsciously.

(...From the very beginning, I was deliberately trying to control the scope of the royal power, so did I misjudge...)

At the same time that this thought passed through his mind, the ghost activated his speech spirit again.

The next moment, the whole world turned into slow motion in front of him, and even the movements of Yuan Zhisheng in front of him turned into a funny puppet show.

——In the face of an existence with time zero, no one can be faster than him.

(…Did this kind of terrifying pressure push your speech spirit to a higher level in a short period of time, or did you intentionally maintain your strength from the very beginning…)

In this quagmire like a quagmire, the ghost slowly raised his head and looked at Yuan Zhisheng, who was rushing towards him.

If it were an ordinary hybrid, he would have been lying on the ground long ago in this field, and even the bones in his body would have been crushed... But he was different.

The body transformed into Deadpool gave him unparalleled recovery power, and his extremely high bloodline gave him a strong body close to that of a dragon. In addition, the mask on his face came with the divine power from the Lord. [Royal Power] cannot subdue him.

If he hadn't subconsciously not wanted to use the power given by the Lord in the mask, he would have captured the opponent long ago.

Feeling the omnipresent terrifying pressure coming from his body, he took a gentle breath in his mouth, and the look in the ghost's eyes instantly became fierce.

He could still move and just escape from the opponent's territory again in the realm of time zero, but the opponent's continuous contempt for him had already irritated him.

...Without that knife, how dare you rush in with bare hands?

Although as a slave, its purpose of existence is to complete the tasks issued by the master, and everything else can be abandoned, but at the moment, he suddenly wanted to indulge.

Looking at Yuan Zhisheng, who was rushing towards him in slow motion, a hint of cold murderous intent was drawn at the corner of his mouth, and the ghost's violent blood started directly from the third degree.

While a faint bloody smell lingered around him, his already extremely pure bloodline was once again refined by him. With the superposition of multiple factors, he now truly had a body close to that of a pure-blooded dragon.

Without the slightest hesitation, at the moment when the sluggish body suddenly became flexible, the ghost stepped forward and hit the opponent's face hard with a late-first punch like a siege cannon.

...In the realm of time zero, even the speed at which the opponent flies backwards is so slow.

But just when the ghost wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory, a flash of sword suddenly came into his eyes. At an extremely tricky angle, the spider's blade slashed towards him from under the opponent like a poisonous snake.

——Treasure Court Kasaya Knife.

Hiding the blade with his own body, Yuan Zhisheng accurately seized this opportunity when he was distracted. Not only that, at this moment, the heavy pressure on him surged upward again.

It was like the anger of the king descending from the sky. Even his body, which had been strengthened by the violent blood, could not help but lean forward suddenly under the sudden surge of pressure, and his whole face faced the cold blade straightly.

(...How is that possible? He had clearly knocked the opponent's knife away just now. I could see clearly when he took the knife back into his hand and hid it...)

Some thoughts in his mind were swept away. Looking at the blade in front of him that was slowly but still firmly slashing towards him, the ghost's face changed slightly.

He has seen how sharp this knife is before. Even if his physical fitness is close to that of a pure-blood dragon at this time, once he is cut by this knife, the end will definitely not be much better.

What's even more insidious is that at this moment, the other party changed the way King Quan exerted gravity on him. Originally, gravity was evenly and integrally released on his body, but now, the other party has slowed down the gravity pressure on his lower body. , but it deliberately increased the gravity exerted on his upper body.

Although this kind of manipulation of gravity in the field is very rough, it still exists, like an arrow that has been fully stretched and then released. He has no way to turn back at this time.

If he were not still in the realm of time zero, and everything in the outside world was slowed down by more than 50 times, at that moment, his head would have been cut in half by the opponent.

——When masters compete with each other, life and death are only a matter of seconds.

"Tsk...I can't hide..."

Looking at the blade in front of him that he was about to hit, a trace of ferocity flashed vaguely in his eyes. When he was about to hit the blade of the knife, the ghost forcibly manipulated his body to move a little distance to the side.

The next moment, one of his arms and half of his arm were cut off smoothly with a knife... just like cutting tofu.

His guess was correct. Even with his current body, he was like paper in front of this knife.

But he did this not to protect himself, but to protect the mask on his face. As a slave, the Lord's order is the first priority, and protecting the mask on his face is the second priority given to him. .

...This mask is higher than his life.

ps: Good morning (づ●─●)づ