Under the dim night, two figures were fighting fiercely in the narrow alley. The same golden eyes were burning with dazzling light, and the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly, with sparks and lightning all the way.
Chu Zihang, who was dressed in black, saw Murasame's sudden arc change, and slashed down diagonally from top to bottom with a bright silver sword.
"clang!"
Murasame retreated with one strike, and the blade made of jade steel was vibrating at a certain frequency, constantly removing the majestic power coming from the tip of the blade.
The eyes of Rakshasa, which kept retreating, were also surprised. It didn't expect that the seemingly silent boy in front of it could gradually reverse the situation that was not favorable to him in such a short period of time, and even adapt to its dragon body in a head-on confrontation.
The strange power brought by the transformed body.
"We can't delay it any longer. Since we will die sooner or later, it's better to give it a try."
The Rakshasa's green and black face was full of ferocious murderous intent. His golden pupils the size of copper bells slowly closed, and when they opened again they were blood red. Countless green and black scales were spreading crazily on his arms, shoulders, thighs and other body parts.
If its previous appearance could barely be considered a human form, now it is just a ferocious beast that has lost its mind.
Looking at the monster that kept roaring in front of him, Chu Zihang's face showed a rare solemn look.
Starting from the standard mid-range position of holding a knife, he was quietly waiting for the monster's next attack.
"The Tao Te Ching" says: "We should remain unchanged in response to all changes. The enemy will not change and I will not change. We will not deviate from our origins in all changes." Only in this way can we control the enemy and seize the opportunity.
Li Yongyuan, who was watching the battle, also gently rubbed his chin with his right hand, his eyes twinkling.
With his knowledge, he naturally knew that this newly born Rakshasa was evolving towards a complete dragon state. That was the abyss that caused the true depravity of the mixed race. At the cost of permanent loss of mind, it gained several times the comprehensive strength of the body.
The increase has completely reduced it to a killing machine. If this guy accidentally escapes tonight, this coastal city will be a river of blood the next day.
“Bajese Oslo…”
The Rakshasa's mouth was constantly opening and closing, revealing countless long and sharp teeth, and it spit out low and mysterious dragon-like syllables from its throat one after another. Perhaps because it had just fallen, its body still retained the instinct to use the spirit of speech.
As a result, the field of Mingzhao gradually opened up, and the body of this ferocious beast continued to disappear and fell into the black mist. It is difficult to imagine that such a huge murder weapon paired with such a word spirit that can perfectly hide the figure would be
What a terrifying scene.
Li Longyuan's hand on the hilt of the ink-gold sword clenched and unclenched several times. He still chose to believe that Chu Zihang could deal with this new Rakshasa (Deadpool).
This was the first time that Chu Zihang actually saw the chanting process of Long Wen and the release of the spiritual field. He always felt that there was some special power awakening and reviving in his body. But before he could feel it carefully, a wave of light appeared behind him.
The huge figure, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and his body's instinctive reaction was frantically warning him of extreme danger.
He could only turn around reluctantly, blocking the way with the long knife in his hand. The next moment, he flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wall at the end of the alley hard.
"puff!"
Chu Zihang knelt on one knee, stuck the long knife in his hand on the ground and barely managed to steady himself, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood.
Before, Rakshasa appeared mysteriously behind him through Mingzhao. At the critical moment, he blocked Rakshasa's full-strength punch with his long jade steel sword. The slender blade was bent to the extreme by this terrifying force and then stuck to it.
On his chest, he barely withstood the blow.
Facing the silver moonlight, a tall green-black dragon scale monster appeared, with a cruel and mocking red light in its eyes, and strode quickly towards Chu Zihang's direction.
The Mingzhao Field was activated, and the Rakshasa figure disappeared again, and he could only feel the ground shaking faintly around him.
"Senior Brother Chu!" Liu Miaomiao, who had remained calm in the face of attacks from terrifying monsters before, exclaimed and fainted.
it's over.
The three people who were still awake at this time, to be precise, they were two and one strange, and they all had this idea in their hearts.
The indifferent boy stood up with difficulty, the blade of the long knife in his hand was constantly dripping with rainwater, and scarlet blood mixed with clear water gurgled down.
In an instant, the wind surged, and the bangs on the boy's forehead were blown up by the strong wind. He kept spitting out ancient, dense and majestic syllables in his mouth. The next thing that greeted this humble ant would be the anger of a king.
Yanling·Junyan
The authority of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, ranked No. 89 in the Periodic Table of Word Spirits, belongs to the category of dangerous Word Spirits. It can summon and control the fire element in the field, and generate high heat in the field (within 5 meters from the body)
, can briefly compress the generated heat within the field and then suddenly release it, producing an explosive effect.
The next moment, high-temperature flames suddenly exploded in this alley. In such a small and dense space, the power of Jun Yan undoubtedly increased exponentially.
Countless flames converge to produce high-temperature outer flames exceeding 3,000 degrees Celsius, which is hot enough to melt steel into iron vapor.
The flames swayed like a long snake, devouring and biting everything around the boy. Even the air was burned extremely dry, and the struggling black figure of Rakshasa vaguely emerged from the blazing fire.
It didn't even let out the last scream, before it turned into a ball of charred carbon and fell to the ground.
As the caster, Chu Zihang's face was also pale, and his figure, leaning on Murasame, began to sway, and finally fell slowly. The three-second release process of the word spirit almost exhausted all his physical strength.
However, the heat wave in the air brought by the release of Junyan was no longer under the control of the caster. It surged through the entire lane. If it swept over ordinary people, it would probably cause serious burns to their bodies.
So Li Longyuan walked to the center of the alley, pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and held the Tai'a Sword in front of him. The light in his golden eyes instantly lit up, and an invisible air flow began to surge in front of him from bottom to top.
A wind curtain is formed, directing all the incoming heat waves into the air.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "It turns out to be a high-risk word spirit like Jun Yan, which is a bit troublesome." Li Longyuan didn't take action before, just hoping to make Chu Zihang awaken in the battle.
Yan Ling, now it seems that this situation seems to be somewhat out of control.
Although the entire release process of Yan Ling·Junyan did not last more than three seconds, it was terminated due to exhaustion of physical strength. But it is exactly this, the extreme high temperature and explosive power that can instantly burn Rakshasa into fly ash, which makes this kind of high-risk Yan Ling appear
terrible.
Just imagine, if a hybrid released this kind of speech spirit in a dense crowd, it would be immeasurable how many casualties it would cause in the next second.
The Tunguska explosion in 1908 is said to have been caused by a hybrid species who released the high-risk word spirit No. 112 on the periodic table, Rhine. The release time was less than 0.00001 seconds, but the explosion power was equivalent to 20 million tons of TNT explosives, covering an area of more than 2,150 square meters.
80 million trees within a kilometer were burned down.
The word spirits in the periodic table of word spirits are arranged according to serial numbers, but it does not necessarily mean that the higher the serial number, the stronger the word spirit. It is more about the stability of the word spirit. Generally speaking, the word spirits with higher serial numbers are stronger.
The stronger the spirit, the harder it is to be completely controlled by the hybrid.
Once a hybrid like Chu Zihang, who possesses the high-risk speech spirit of Jun Yan, is exposed, he will be immediately taken into a special prison and placed under 24-hour guard by the hybrid organization.
Even if he goes out, the distance between him and ordinary people will be strictly limited.
After all, no one can safely let a bomb that may explode at any time escape their sight.
"It's really troublesome!" Li Longyuan pressed his forehead with some distress, looked at the three people lying on the ground around him, and let out a regretful sigh. If he had known that he could just chop down the Rakshasa, he wouldn't have done it.
There will be so much trouble now.
"Prime Minister, please inform the orthodox people to take care of the aftermath." Li Longyuan took out a white headset and hung it in his ear, informing him.
"My lord, I obey!" A cold mechanical male voice soon came from the other end of the headset.
After a while, more than a dozen men in pure black military uniforms poured out from around the alley. Only a graceful and elegant peony was embroidered with gold and red threads on the chest.
This is Li's orthodox elite force, composed entirely of mixed-races. They are like the Shang Fang sword in the hands of veterans of the Li family, daring to slash at any voyeurs or depraved mixed-races with evil intentions.
Their names have been passed down for more than a thousand years, and their duties have been fulfilled for more than a thousand years. Efficient, iron-disciplined, cold-blooded, powerful, and all kinds of words are enough to describe them.
Tang Dynasty, bad people
Zhangju of the Qing Dynasty quoted "Shuo Ling Xu" from his "Appellations Record": "In the Tang Dynasty, police officers were called bad people. If there were bad commanders, they would be the great ones in the Han Dynasty." In the same way, it is also equivalent to the Jin Yiwei in the Ming Dynasty.
job.
"Sir!" The leading middle-aged man with a resolute face bowed respectfully forward.
"Uncle Zhao, don't be too polite. This is the outside world, so we should talk normally. Just call me Long Yuan." Li Longyuan reached out in time to support the man who was about to salute, and said with some embarrassment.
If this conversation were heard by outsiders, they would definitely think that these two people were out of their minds and were trying to imitate the ancients in their modern attire.
"Yes, sir..., Long Yuan." The middle-aged man in black obviously couldn't change his words at the moment and paused from time to time.
A look of helplessness suddenly appeared on Li Longyuan's face. The undesirable organization was good at everything, but it seemed that the orthodox elders of the Li family had instilled a lot of feudal loyalty to the emperor in his mind, and he seemed very dull in this regard.
"Please handle the scene of the battle carefully. All traces of hybrids must be erased, and ordinary people must not notice any abnormalities. Then ask a few people to help send them to the affiliated hospital under the Shengtang Group." Li Longyuan said in an orderly manner.
Assign a task.
The bad guy, known as Uncle Zhao, nodded and retreated after receiving the order. The dozen or so bad guys behind him started to act efficiently at the same time. The injuries of the three people lying on the ground were quickly treated properly and then put on stretchers and sent into the entourage.
In the ambulance that followed.
Bad guys in black uniforms kept passing by the boy, quickly cleaning up the traces left by the battle. The fair-skinned and handsome boy stood still, holding the Tai'a Sword in both hands and looking up at the sky.
The midnight hour has arrived, and the first quarter moon hangs high in the sky for nine days. The bright stars dot the dark sky. What a mysterious, romantic and eternal scene. The breeze slowly blows the hem of the boy's brown windbreaker, and the golden eyes of flowing lava silently extinguish.