Caesar's blond hair fell down, covering his shadowy golden eyes.
At least Lu Mingfei had never seen this kind of anger that was inconsistent with his class in this top nobleman who was always elegant and calm.
His eyes at this moment were very much like Deadpool after transforming into a dragon, cold-blooded and cruel.
"Hoho, this is the price for deceiving me. Stupid guy, hahahaha!"
Sakamoto Hao didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter. He covered his injured arm and grinned wildly.
Caesar opposite suddenly also smiled, his lips moving, as if to say: "I'm very happy that you are still alive."
"ah!!!"
A shrill scream suddenly came from the top of the rooftop. The sound trembled, and then was lost in the howling wind.
"I...am I dead?"
Listening to the howling wind in my ears, I raised my palms in confusion.
I didn't even feel severe pain. Is it because the moment of falling to the ground was so short that I lost consciousness instantly and my soul returned to hell?
However, when the girl turned around, she saw a man wearing a heavy cycling suit and a carbon fiber helmet looking down at her.
"Could this be the messenger from the underworld?"
Aso looked at this seducer who resembled a motorcycle rider with great curiosity, and even his fear of death was diluted a lot.
"Snapped."
The messenger clapped his hands gently, and the wind gently lifting the girl's body gradually stopped. It turned out that the feeling of being in the clouds was just an illusion.
She's not dead yet.
Aso was really in close contact with the ground, but this feeling of being down to earth made the girl extremely happy.
After all, she still has family and friends who care about her in this world.
"May I ask you are……"
Zhen put his hands in front of his body and hesitated.
She didn't know how the other party saved her from falling from a 100-meter-high building. Maybe it was the original god from high heaven who saved her to enlighten her as a servant of god.
"Congratulations, you can take a vacation tonight. As for that Patek Philippe watch, take it and sell it."
The man dressed as a rider heard a relaxed and casual voice from under his helmet. His eyes widened suddenly, and the figure in front of him gradually overlapped with the young man he had met on the tram.
The girl was excited and wanted to take a closer look, but the other party had already turned around and walked into the street.
Two slender ancient knives collided in the air, making a ferocious neigh, and sparks of substance bursting out and then extinguishing.
Kazama Ruri was still wearing the blood-red kimono with wide sleeves and embroidered with large flowers of Higan flowers.
His face was handsome and plain, his long hair was flowing down, and his lips were as red as flowing blood.
The pinnacle of kabuki is so beautiful that one cannot tell the gender.
Yuan Zhisheng has neat short hair and a soft and beautiful face, but his golden eyes are filled with unparalleled blazing justice and domineering.
The long black trench coat swings wildly, revealing the gorgeous ukiyo-e under the white lining.
Holding knives in both hands, they looked at each other in the dark night streets with drizzle, and their golden eyes reflected each other's figures.
Whether it is family affection or hatred, it has now become the deepest bond.
"This time, I will kill you with my own hands."
Yuan Zhisheng said with determination to devote himself to justice.
"Killing my brother is what I want to do day and night."
The scarlet-sheathed sword in Kazama Liuli's hand reflected her eyes as cold as a ghost.
However, someone stepped forward and entered the intimate and murderous place between the two kings.
The slender figure in the rider's uniform drew out the sword with the crescent moon pattern as he walked.
Without even exchanging greetings, he ran straight into the fight between the two of them, slashing with the blade at a very fast speed, cutting the air and drawing out the cold light.
It exposed the arrogance of "I just want to be beaten to death by everyone present, or, beat everyone to death".
Just like jumping off the roof of Genji Heavy Industries.
It was not that Yuan Zhisheng had never doubted his identity, but the iron law that hybrids could only awaken one word spirit stopped him.
Questioning this iron law in the hybrid world is tantamount to questioning Newton's three laws in the modern physical world. All worldviews based on these rules will be restructured.
Yuan Zhisheng struggled to draw his sword and waited. He noticed that the opponent's strength was much stronger than when they first met. Every time the sword collided, it was like a blacksmith turning a sledgehammer to quench pig iron into steel.
As Fengjian Liuli's back trembled, the dragon bone state was activated. The bones in his body were like the most sophisticated armor, like a dragon's body, and his strength was doubled.
He held the sword with his white jade-like flawless but veiny palms, and swung the sword vertically with a ferocious look in his eyes. The huge repulsive force made the entire precious sword made by the master craftsman tremble.
But Li Longyuan only cut one side of the sword, and Fengjian Liuli used up most of his strength. Except for the eardrum-piercing friction sound, he didn't even take a step back.
"Stab it."
A little electric light lit up as he raised his palm, dispelling the invasion of darkness, and then the incandescent light suddenly burst out, almost blinding the eyes of onlookers.
"It's like a miracle."
Yuan Zhisheng said in admiration, the golden pupils turned up under his eyelids were no different from those of a cold-blooded dragon.
Staring motionless, Indra, the spirit of speech, was supposed to have a brief burst like Jun Yan, but now it was attached to the sword body for a long time.
It looks like a Raikiri, an artifact from Takamagahara.
"Let me see if the moment this knife falls, it will really stir up thunder and lightning like a thousand birds!"
A ferocious roar appeared on Fengjian's porcelain-like face. The ghost blood in his body completely drove away the rationality in his mind. The boiling dragon's blood was like a deadly poison, making people more and more manic.
Li Yongyuan reached out and grasped the Mikazuki Munechika whose blade was continuously exploding with slender arcs of electricity. The mask under his helmet was equally cold and indifferent, abandoning all useless emotions during the battle.
Whether he is drawing the sword, swinging the sword or slashing, his movements are very standard and neat, as if he has specially studied the ancient Japanese sword skills, and even a young boy can't fault it.
But hidden behind the ancient sword skills are profound killing skills.
Li Longyuan raised his sword as a barrier, and then used his left arm to precisely lock Fengjian Liuli's stabbing blow. The electric light exploded from the sword, forcibly breaking through the resistance of the opponent's subcutaneous scales and causing a slight feeling of paralysis.
Due to the slow reaction of his nerves, the sword held by Li Longyuan in his right hand suddenly changed from vertical to horizontal, and the arc swept by the blade cut out bright red blood drops.
Kazama Liuli covered her neck with horrified eyes. The tough skin and flesh had been cut open by the knife, and even light dents could be seen on the milky white bones.
If he were an ordinary person without dragon blood, his throat would have been cut and he would have died at this moment.
Kazama Ruri looked at the blood on her hands and smiled morbidly. She hadn't experienced the feeling of death for a long, long time.
The sense of danger walking on the tip of a knife can really make people crazy and obsessed with it.
Li Longyuan lowered his wrist, drained the blood from the knife, and dropped it into the reagent bottle he carried with him.
His movements were as precise as a technician preparing chemical reagents in a laboratory.