I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

In the middle of the night, on the Maniakh, the torrential rain whistled.

"Mixed-blood, what's your name?" Long asked Lu Mingfei, "I recognize your strength, and before you die, I allow you to report your name."

"When you die, I will engrave it on your tombstone." Lu Mingfei choked back coldly.

Although in his cognition there should be no Word Spirit that can attack or curse the opponent by knowing the opponent's name, it is a bit stupid to give the enemy real information.

"You should really be glad that you met me, otherwise you would already be a corpse hanged on a stake." Dragon has been lurking in human society for a long time, but he has to admit that he is really the head of the human being who owes it so much. See you once. .

"What's your name? This way I can easily engrave on your tombstone," Lu Mingfei said. "I hope you don't mind that your tomb is a robe. After all, your dragons are very valuable."

"Tyr, remember this name, from now on you will be ordered by me to be supreme," Long closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath: "I will turn you into a quiet servant."

"Tyr? The **** of war in Norse mythology? According to mythology, shouldn't you only have one arm?"

Lu Mingfei was teasing, but his eyes fell on Tyre's right arm—about twenty centimeters below his shoulders, there was a neat black line on the surface of the scales, bounded by the line, the scales at the upper and lower ends were not neatly arranged. alignment.

Tyre fell into a strange silence, but judging from its expression and eyes, it was definitely not because Lu Mingfei was going to do something warm.

"It seems that you really lost an arm, it's just the dragon's resilience..."

Lu Mingfei stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, and the invisible wind blade shredded the raindrops, cutting him and Lao Tang flying in all directions.

Word Spirit Vampire Scythe.

Lu Mingfei raised the cavalry knife in his hand, and the cold white entity extended outward from the blade. The cavalry knife swept the smooth and complex track in the air, and the air circulating in the wind blade could no longer gather and form and naturally dispersed. open.

This is the alchemy field he left behind in this weapon, a knife gang similar to Chu Zihang, but more inclined to the real thing.

Old Tang was even more direct, waving the barrier knife as a fan with one hand, and abruptly smashed all the wind blades close to him with the blade.

In fact, Lu Mingfei can completely block these wind blades with Yue Xuanzhong of Zhiming Town, and Lao Tang can also easily carry them with a dust-free place. Under the god-level Yanling, although Yanling has an advantage in the face of flesh and blood, But in the face of other word spirits, it is often difficult to achieve excellent results, so the battle between dragons with small blood differences usually ends with one party tearing the flesh and heart of the other party in the most cruel and primitive way, not because of them. They won't use the spirit of words, but everyone will use the spirit of words, so in the end, they will still fall into the most primitive physical battle.

Of course, those god-level words that are enough to cause permanent changes in the terrain are not included in this list. Usually, even the releaser himself cannot escape its destruction, let alone the enemy?

However, this is a battle between dragons and dragons. This rule does not apply to hybrids, because generally speaking, hybrids can only master one kind of speech spirit. It is also the upper-level Yan Ling of the previous Yan Ling. It is impossible for a person's Yan Ling to be a shadow, but after the advanced level, it becomes Jian Yu.

Therefore, it is not convenient for Lu Mingfei to use spells to compete with Tyr's Word Spirit, and Lao Tang can't use the dust-free land, because now other people are still watching them through the glass in the main control room.

However, even without the use of the second spirit of words, Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang's performances were already terrifying enough.

"What are they doing, why did they suddenly dance the sword? Is it some mysterious ceremony?" Someone in the main control room asked in a low voice.

"They should be fighting the vampire scythe in the air." Caesar narrowed his eyes.

His word spirit is itachi, so he has a strong ability to perceive the wind element. If he can improve it, he will become a blood-sucking sickle, from an auxiliary eye that strengthens hearing to a lethal wind control. Elemental rips the target's Word Spirit.

Just seeing Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang constantly wielding their weapons, the raindrops around them were splashed, but there was no wound on their bodies, Caesar felt that this "extremely lethal" might be a question mark.

"I'll go out and help them." Wigraf was about to go out - she wasn't going to go back to the main control room, but Su Xiaoqian forced her in.

"Come back! It's not like they are fighting pure-blooded dragons. People with insufficient blood can only make trouble!" Professor Mance stopped Wigraf, who was about to go out.

"The people of the Beowulf family will not be controlled by the dragon," Wigraf took off the hilt from his waist. "It's too dangerous to rely on the two of them alone."

Professor Mance was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He still knows the reputation of the Beowulf family. Since Wigraf is a member of the Beowulf family, there is absolutely no doubt about his strength. At least he will not drag Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang down in the past.

Su Xiaoqian next to him opened his mouth, trying to persuade Wiggraf, this dragon should have only shot with a playful mentality until now, its real strength is far more terrifying than others have estimated.

But she doesn't know how to speak. She can't say that I can feel the breath of that dragon, right?

"I'll go too." Caesar pulled out Dick Tudo. He came in mainly to "escort", to put it bluntly, to retreat with the others. If the dragon crossed Lu Mingfei's line of defense and attacked them during this period, he would be able to do so in time. Taking action to buy time, since everyone has come in now, he can naturally help. His pride does not allow him to stand in the main control room and watch others desperately.

Su Xiaoqian:…

She actually wanted to go, but her reason told her that it would be a burden for her to go, and she didn't even dare to let the mana dissipate from the spiritual platform, for fear that she would go up and send it when her mind became hot, but it would drag Lu Mingfei down.

Caesar and Wiggraf walked out of the main control room and walked into the rain curtain with swords in hand. Their expressions were resolute, and Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang, who were not far away, suddenly felt a thump in their hearts.

What are you two doing out?

It was a dream to make a sneak attack at such a long distance. Caesar and Wiggraf simply rushed towards the dragon with their weapons openly and squarely, until they were far away from the main control room and stepped into the domain of the blood-sucking scythe.

Tyr glanced at Old Tang and Fingal with interest, and another part of the wind blades whistled towards them.

It was not until he faced the blood-sucking scythe released by the pure-blooded dragon that Caesar realized what kind of pressure Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang were bearing. One attempt to slap the Sanfeng Blade with Dick Tweet felt like a two-meter-tall strong man lifted the giant axe over his head and chopped it down, and he was about to slap the giant axe away.

In just a few seconds, there were several more wounds on Caesar and Wigraf, and blood was sprayed out and mixed with the rain.

"Get out!" Lu Mingfei scolded the two pit teammates secretly. After slashing a few wind blades with his backhand, the cavalry knife slashed down towards Tyr, and the cold white crescent-shaped knife broke away from the blade like a flicker. The flash of light that passed appeared in front of Tyre across more than ten meters.

He still raised his forearm to block it, but this time, a little bit of blood seeped out from a long and narrow wound on the scales. Although the small wound healed after a short moment, there was no doubt that it was empty. The knife Gang hurt it.

The wind blade created by the blood-sucking scythe in the realm froze slightly. Lu Mingfei and Lao Tang took the opportunity to take the opportunity to move forward, and while swinging the wind blade, they approached Tyre. When Er smashed down, although a part of it was torn and deformed by the wind blade, the power remained undiminished. He smashed towards Tyr but was violently swept away by the dragon's claws and the dragon's tail.

"Brother Norton, can you see where this product came from?" Old Tang asked curiously.

He didn't do his best, which would make him seem unreasonably strong, and secondly, Brother Fei just quietly told him not to kill the dragon if he could, and let the dragon go after he gave the signal.

"Tyr? It's him... He's one of the few people with brains in the clan," Norton said, "but in the end, he's just a duke, and because he thinks too much, he doesn't make a desperate attempt to be called a prince. courage."

"It's called a prince? Can the duke advance to become a prince?" Lao Tang was stunned. Isn't this equal to the next generation becoming the first generation?

"If you completely devour a prince and survive the backlash, you can be called a new prince," Norton said, "although almost all those who dared to do so died under the prince's majesty, or completely perished in the backlash."

"You don't have to worry about its threat," Norton said disdainfully, "Even if Tyr Feng is in its hands, it would not dare to use it."

"By the way, Brother Norton, why did you name the sword Tyr Feng in the first place? Could it have something to do with the one named Tyr?" Old Tang wondered.

"It doesn't matter, the name should be just a coincidence. I didn't get the name, and I didn't play the sword," Norton snorted coldly, "I wouldn't cast such a fatal flaw."

The distance between Lu Mingfei and the dragon was getting closer and closer, and the dragon actually started to step back—the temperature of the golden flame was too high, and the dragon was also flesh and blood, even he couldn't bear the high temperature.

Lu Mingfei had already been violent for a while, and on the premise that he would not be violent again and use Dan Shan, his speed and physical quality would not be as good as this dragon - of course, if he showed a body that could be comparable to that of a dragon for no reason Quality, the secret party will definitely negotiate to lock him into some isolated ocean island for isolation.

However, not being able to catch up is not a big problem.

Seeing that the distance between the dragon and himself is getting farther and farther, and even the dragon has retreated outside the boat and is about to fly, Lu Mingfei thought about it, and golden flames surged out of thin air from around the body, at a faster speed than the dragon. Spreading towards it, completely ignoring the surrounding torrential rain and the gale of the dragon, and finally completely enveloped the dragon in the air outside the ship.

However, the expected burnt smell did not appear. Through the bright golden flames, Lu Mingfei could vaguely see a spherical interface.

A clean place again? Can this Poyan Ling be banned? Does it affect the balance of the game too much?

Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

This word spirit called Dustless Land ranks among the top three in all the word spirits he has ever seen. Although it is explained from a scientific point of view that it is born out of thin air and the high-speed rotating airflow isolates and repels things, in fact it is Many of the manifestations of the "high-speed airflow" theory are completely inexplicable. In history, there have been mixed races in the battlefield who used this word spirit to repel bacteria to form an artificial sterile room and then operate on the wounded! In the world of words and spirits, its degree of mystery can be said to be second only to the time zero of the principal of Angers.

Last time in the Bronze City, the three generations used this word spirit to briefly resist the burning of the bright flame whose temperature exceeded the surface of the sun. Now this dragon, whose breath is suspected to be of the next generation, is also playing this hand.

But it doesn't matter, during the release of the dust-free land, you can't act. In front of Mingguangyan, this word spirit is completely drinking poison to quench thirst. The flame is isolated from the outside, but the heat penetrates in. Even the next generation species can't use the dust-free land to isolate the high temperature. It's possible to replace Lao Tang, but he doesn't need to isolate the high temperature.

But isn't this dragon too weak? In terms of breath, the dragon gave him the feeling that it was almost the same as that of the first generation in Bronze City, but its strength was not as good as that of the third generation. Even if it's a humanoid body, it shouldn't be so weak, it feels a bit like Constantine who just woke up, but it's not very similar...

Bright and dazzling crimson light emerged from the inside of the bright flame, rendering the original golden flame into golden red. Lu Mingfei vaguely felt that the dragon-like aura on Tyre was mixed with a tragic murderous aura. The sword merged into one.

Lu Mingfei twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to look at Lao Tang—what did you ask Xiao Qiang and the others to bring out of the Bronze City?

Old Tang also twitched the corners of his mouth. A minute ago, Norton swore that he would not use Tyr Feng.

It is understandable, however, that in the face of a cursed weapon, although it may end badly after using it, if you are surrounded by thousands of degrees of flames outside, the issue of the curse is not really urgent.

The bright flame was torn apart by the red light, the dragon was suspended outside the boat, and the long sword with the fiery red body in his hand hung down, and the red light that appeared seemed to be a solid substance.

The dragon's breath suddenly rose, and the red light shone towards Lu Mingfei. It was not real light, but some kind of special "substance". Although the speed was not slow, it was completely incomparable to the speed of light. Lu Mingfei thought in his heart. The alarm bell is a masterpiece, and it can avoid the red light. A hole the size of a washbasin has been melted at the foot of the class. I don’t know how many layers have been melted down. I just hope that the boat will not be pierced directly, or it will be troublesome if the water leaks. .

"You are by no means a mixed race, a mixed race can't do such a thing," Tyre lowered his head to look at Lu Mingfei, at this moment his golden eyes were covered with a layer of red light, "Who the **** are you?"

Brother, when I said I was pure blood, I was joking with you, but I didn't expect you to believe it. Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

"Brother Lu!" Not far away, Zhou Minhao ran over carrying the Dragon Slaying Platform.

One or two to deliver, right? You really understand me, are you all afraid that I can win?

Lu Mingfei complained in his heart, but his eyes fell on the Dragon Slaying Platform held by Zhou Minhao.

"Brother Zhou! Take advantage of the Dragon Slaying Platform!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

Tyr looked at Zhou Minhao in the distance, or the scabbard epee in his hand.

What the hell, where did you get so many precious weapons? Tyre was deeply puzzled. Could it be that the alchemy of hybrids has developed to this point now?

The red light on Tyre Feng shined again, this time targeting Zhou Minhao.

Unlike Lu Mingfei, Zhou Minhao didn't have time to avoid the red light. If there was no accident, Zhou Minhao would be hit directly by the red light.

However, a flame shuttle caught up at a faster speed than the red light, and then it suddenly exploded. In the explosion, it was the turn of the red light to be torn apart - it really exploded like some kind of entity shattered into pieces and dissipated.

Between the explosions, the heat wave swept through, and Zhou Minhao violently threw the Dragon Slaying Platform at Lu Mingfei: "Brother Lu, don't draw your sword, you will die...Fuck!"

Before Zhou Minhao's warning was finished, Lu Mingfei, who had caught the Dragon Slayer's scabbard, threw it away, the scabbard fell off, and flew far away, revealing the half-broken blade.

The passionate dragon roar sounded, the Dragon Slaying Platform trembled violently, and the bronze chain at the end rolled up Lu Mingfei's forearm, like a wrist guard attached to the sword.

Lu Mingfei's consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and the surroundings turned into an endless desert. Above his head was a devastated night sky, but there were no stars, only dense eyes.

The largest of all eyes looked down at Lu Mingfei, showing a humanized emotion.

"Brother," Lu Mingfei looked up at that eye, "Can you borrow some strength?"

The eyes were silent for a long time, and then made a dull voice: "Yes."