When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

Late at night on the Monyach, heavy rain howled.

"Mixed breed, what's your name?" Long looked at Lu Mingfei and asked, "I recognize your strength, and before you die, I allow you to state your name."

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

Although in his knowledge there should be no word spirit that can attack or curse the opponent by knowing its name, it would be a bit stupid to give the enemy real information.

"You should be lucky that you met me, otherwise you would have been a corpse hung on the execution stake." The dragon has been lurking in human society for a long time, but he has to admit that he is really a headache for being so indebted to humans. See you once.

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

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

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

Lu Mingfei teased, but his eyes fell on Tier's right arm - about 20 centimeters below the shoulder, there was a neat black line on the surface of the scales, with the line as the boundary, and the scales at the upper and lower ends were not neatly arranged. ground alignment.

Tier fell into an eerie silence, but judging from its expression and eyes, it was definitely not because Lu Mingfei had done something heartwarming.

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

Lu Mingfei suddenly stopped mid-sentence. The invisible wind blades tore apart the raindrops, flying and cutting at him and Old Tang from all directions.

Yan Ling·Vampire Scythe.

Lu Mingfei raised the cavalry sword in his hand. A cold white entity extended outward from the blade. The cavalry sword cut through the air in a smooth and complex path. The air flowing in the wind blade where it touched could no longer gather and form and dispersed naturally. open.

This is the alchemical realm he left in this weapon. It is similar to Chu Zihang's Dao Gang, but it is more physical.

Old Tang was more direct. He swung the barrier sword as a fan with one hand and used the blade to scatter all the wind blades that were close to him.

In fact, Lu Mingfei can completely block these wind blades with the Zhi Ming Zhen Yue Xuan Bell, and Old Tang can easily block them with the Wuchen Land. Under the god-level word spirit, although the word spirit has an advantage when facing flesh and blood, However, it is often difficult to achieve any outstanding effect when facing other spirit spirits. Therefore, battles between dragons with similar bloodlines usually end with one party tearing apart the flesh and heart of the other party in the most cruel and primitive way. It is not them. You won’t use the spirit of words, but everyone will use the spirit of words, so in the end you will still fall into the most primitive physical fight.

Of course, those god-level word spirits that can cause permanent changes in the terrain on a macro scale 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. This rule does not apply to hybrids, because generally speaking, hybrids can only master one kind of speech spirit. Even if they forcibly improve their bloodline or advance their speech spirit through years of training, they can still use it. It is also the upper-level word spirit of the previous word spirit. It is impossible for a person's word spirit to be Mingzhao, but after advanced, it becomes sword control.

Therefore, Lu Mingfei couldn't use magic to compete with Tier's speech spirit, and Old Tang couldn't use Dustless Land, because others were still watching them through the glass in the main control room.

However, even without using the second word spirit, the performance of Lu Mingfei and Old Tang was already terrifying enough.

"What are they doing? Why are they suddenly dancing with knives? Is it some mysterious ritual?" someone in the main control room asked in a low voice.

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

His voice spirit is a sickle, so he has a strong ability to perceive the wind element. If he can advance, he will become a blood-sucking sickle, from an auxiliary eye that enhances hearing to a very lethal wind control The elements tear apart the target's spirit.

Just seeing Lu Mingfei and Old Tang constantly waving their weapons, the raindrops around them being blown away and splashed, but there were no wounds on their bodies, Caesar felt that this "extremely lethal" might have to be questioned.

"I'll go out and help them." Wiglaf was about to walk out - she had not planned to go back to the main control room, but Su Xiaoqiang forced her in.

"Come back! They are obviously fighting pure-blooded dragons. People with insufficient blood will only cause trouble!" Professor Mance stopped Wiglaf who was about to walk out.

"The people of the Beowulf family will not be controlled by dragons." Wiglaf took off the hilt of the sword from his waist. "It is too dangerous to rely on just the two of them."

Professor Mance was silent for a moment and nodded.

He still knew the reputation of the Beowulf family. Since Wiglaf was a member of the Beowulf family, there was absolutely no doubt about his strength. At least he would not hinder Lu Mingfei and Old Tang in the past.

Su Xiaoqiang, who was next to him, opened his mouth, trying to persuade Wiglaf that this dragon should have only acted in a playful manner until now. Its true strength was far more terrifying than others had expected.

But she didn't know how to speak. She couldn't say that I could feel the dragon's breath, right?

"I'll go too." Caesar pulled out Dictado. He came in mainly to "escort". To put it bluntly, he just retreated with the others. If the dragon crossed Lu Mingfei's defense line and attacked them during this period, he would be able to do so in time. He took action to buy time. Now that everyone had come in, he could naturally help. His pride did not allow him to stand in the main control room and watch others struggle.

Su Xiaoqiang:......

She actually wanted to go, but her reason told her that it would be a burden for her to go. She didn't even dare to let the magic power dissipate from the altar, for fear that she would go up and send it off when the time came, which would drag down Lu Mingfei.

Caesar and Wiglaf walked out of the main control room and walked into the rain with swords in hand, their expressions determined. Lu Mingfei and Old Tang not far away suddenly felt "thumping" in their hearts.

What are you two doing out here?

It was a dream to make a sneak attack from such a long distance. Caesar and Wiglaf simply rushed towards the dragon with weapons in hand, until they were far away from the main control room and stepped into the territory of the vampire scythe.

Tier glanced at Old Tang and Fingel with interest, and another part of the wind blade whizzed towards them.

It wasn't until he faced the vampire scythe released by the pure blood dragon that Caesar understood what kind of pressure Lu Mingfei and Old Tang were under. Not only were those wind blades extremely fast and difficult to detect, but their power was also exaggerated. Every time he Once I tried to swat the Scattering Blade with Dick Tudo, it felt like a two-meter-tall strong man was lifting a giant ax above his head to chop it down, and he was trying to swat the giant ax away.

In just a few seconds, Caesar and Wiglaf had several wounds on their bodies, and blood sprayed out and mixed with the rain.

"Quickly get out!" Lu Mingfei secretly cursed the two deceivers of his teammates. He slashed through several wind blades with his backhand and then slashed the cavalry sword diagonally at Tier. The cold white crescent-shaped sword broke away from the blade, as if in a flash. A flash of light appeared in front of Tier across more than ten meters.

He still raised his forearm to block it, but this time a little blood seeped out from a narrow wound on the scales. Although the small wound healed after only a short moment, there was no doubt that it broke through the air. The knife gang injured it.

The wind blade created by the vampire scythe in the domain stagnated slightly. Lu Mingfei and Old Tang took the opportunity to move forward, waving the wind blade away while approaching Tier. The metal objects on the ship flew up, whistling towards Tier. Er smashed it down, and although part of it was torn and deformed by the wind blade, its power was not reduced at all. It hit Tyr but was violently swept away by the dragon's claws and tail.

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

He didn't try his best. Firstly, it would appear that he was unreasonably strong. Secondly, Brother Fei had just quietly told him not to kill the dragon if possible, but to let the dragon go after he gave a signal.

"Tyr? It's him... He is one of the few smart people in the clan," Norton said. "But in the final analysis, he is just a Duke, and it is precisely because he thinks too much that he does not risk his life and try to be called a prince." courage.”

"Called a prince? Can a duke advance to become a prince?" Old Tang was stunned. Isn't this equivalent to the advancement of a second-generation species into a first-generation species?

"If you completely devour a prince and survive the backlash, you can be called a new prince," Norton said, "Although those who dare to do this almost all die under the majesty of the prince, or are completely destroyed in the backlash."

"You don't have to worry about the threat it poses," Norton said disdainfully. "Even if Tierfeng is in its hands, it won't dare to use it."

"Brother Norton, why did you name that sword Tierfeng in the first place? Is it related to the one named Tier?" Old Tang was confused.

"It doesn't matter. The name is probably just a coincidence. I didn't get the name, and I didn't hit the sword," Norton snorted coldly, "I won't forge something with such a fatal flaw."

The distance between Lu Mingfei and the dragon was getting closer and closer, and the dragon actually started to retreat - the temperature of the golden flame spirit was too high, and the dragon was also made of flesh and blood, and even he couldn't withstand such high temperature.

Lu Mingfei has already suffered a blood attack. Without another blood attack and using Danshan, his speed and physical fitness are not as good as this dragon - of course, if he shows that he can be on par with dragons for no reason. Due to his physical condition, the secret party would definitely consider imprisoning him on an 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 was getting farther and farther, and that the dragon had already retreated outside the boat and was about to fly, Lu Mingfei thought, and golden flames surged out of the air around his body, faster than the dragon. It spread towards it, completely ignoring the surrounding heavy rain and the strong wind caused by 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.

Another dust-free place? Can this broken-word spirit be banned? Does it affect the game balance too much?

Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

This word spirit called Wuchen Land is ranked in the top three among all the word spirits he has seen. Although it is explained from a scientific point of view that it is born out of thin air with high-speed rotating airflow to isolate and repel things, but in fact it is Many of its manifestations are completely unexplainable by this "high-speed airflow" theory. Historically, hybrids have used this spirit to repel bacteria on the battlefield to form an artificial sterile room and then perform operations on the wounded! In the world of words and spirits, its degree of mystery can be said to be second only to Principal Angers’ Time Zero.

Last time in the Bronze City, the third-generation dragon used this word spirit to temporarily withstand the heat of the bright flames that were hotter than the surface of the sun. Now this dragon whose aura is suspected to be that of the second-generation dragon is also doing the same thing.

But it doesn't matter, he can't move during the release of Wuchen Land. This Yanling is completely drinking poison to quench his thirst in front of Mingguang Yan. The flame is isolated, but the heat penetrates in. Even the next generation species can't use Wuchen Land to isolate the high temperature. It's possible to replace him with Old Tang, but he doesn't need to be insulated from the high temperature.

But is this dragon too weak? In terms of breath, this dragon gave him almost the same feeling as the first generation species in Bronze City, but its strength was not as good as that of the third generation species. Although the dragon's humanoid body and the giant dragon-like body had a huge power gap, the second generation species Even if this kind of body is humanoid, it shouldn't be so weak. It feels a bit like Constantine who just woke up, but not very similar...

Bright and dazzling red light shone from the inside of the Mingguang Flame, rendering the original golden flame into a golden red. Lu Mingfei vaguely felt that the dragon-like aura of Tier was mixed with a tragic murderous aura. Its aura was almost the same as The sword merged into one.

Lu Mingfei twitched the corner of his mouth twice, then turned to look at Old Tang - What did you ask Xiaoqiang and the others to bring out of the Bronze City?

The corner of Old Tang's mouth also twitched. A minute ago, Norton swore that he would not use Tierfeng.

However, it is understandable that when faced with a cursed weapon, although the consequences may be very bad after using it, if you are surrounded by thousands of degrees of flames outside, the issue of curse is actually not very urgent.

The bright flame was torn apart by the red light, the dragon was suspended outside the ship, and the long sword with a fiery red shining body hung down in his hand, and the red light revealed seemed to be a tangible substance.

The dragon's aura suddenly surged, and the red light shone towards Lu Mingfei. It was not real light, it should be some kind of special "matter". Although the speed was not slow, it was completely incomparable to the speed of light. Lu Mingfei's heart The alarm bell rang loudly, and I barely managed to avoid the red light. A hole as big as a washbasin was melted out of Class A under my feet. I don’t know how many layers it melted down. I just hope it doesn’t penetrate the ship directly, otherwise it will be troublesome if it leaks. .

"You are definitely not a mixed race. A mixed race cannot do this kind of thing." Tier lowered his head and looked at Lu Mingfei. At this moment, his golden eyes were covered with a layer of red light. "Who are you?"

Brother, I was just kidding you when I said I was a pureblood, but I didn’t expect you to actually believe me. Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

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

One and two will be delivered, right? You guys 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! Use the Dragon Slaying Platform!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

Tier looked at Zhou Minhao in the distance, or rather at the heavy sheathed sword in his hand.

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

The red light on Tier's front shines again, this time the target is Zhou Minhao.

Unlike Lu Mingfei, Zhou Minhao had no time to avoid the red light. If nothing unexpected happened, Zhou Minhao would be hit head-on by this red light.

However, a flame shuttle caught up with it faster than the red light, and then suddenly exploded. During the explosion, it was the red light's turn to be torn apart - it was really turned into pieces in the explosion like some kind of entity. dissipate.

During the explosion, a heat wave swept across, and Zhou Minhao threw the dragon-slaying platform at Lu Mingfei fiercely: "Brother Lu, don't draw your sword, you will die...fuck!"

Before Zhou Minhao finished his warning, Lu Mingfei, who caught the scabbard of the Dragon-Slaying Platform, flicked the scabbard and the scabbard fell off, flying far away, revealing a half-broken sword body.

The passionate dragon roar sounded, and the dragon-slaying platform trembled violently. The bronze chain at the end curled up around Lu Mingfei's forearm, like a wrist guard connected 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 bright night sky, but there were no stars, only densely packed eyes.

The largest eye among all looked down at Lu Mingfei, showing human emotions.

"Brother," Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked at that eye, "Can I lend you some strength?"

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

I'm really not good at writing battles. I'll try to simplify such scenes in the future... It's painful for me to write, and it's even more painful for you to watch...