Light, shining in front of your eyes.

Clouds, ethereal in front of your eyes.

The silver-white figure is like a meteor, falling from the sky.

With it, the golden glow of brilliance is like a flame.

And under the golden rays, there are also shimmering noble golden colors, which are the mountains of gold coins, and the fierce golden pupils.

High head, white fangs, fierce eyes...... It was as if they were all speaking of the dragon's wrath.

Of course, the more powerful and straightforward way to express it is its erect forelimbs, like a giant cannon mount, that stand majestically near its golden treasure.

What makes this action look even more artistic and intimidating is the completely open wings.

It was two huge arms, enthusiastically and unrestrainedly open to the sky, towards Kazama, revealing its slender neck and full chest.

At this time, if the other party is a girl, Kazama should feel very honored, even if from the other party's chest and arms, roaring out, is the endless tongue of fire and missiles.

Unfortunately, reality is always reality, and the reality today is that standing beneath Kazama is a dragon, a dragon that has begun to rage and kill in order to protect its treasure and its dignity.

The golden palm prints are getting deeper and deeper.

In the fierce wind, like a balloon, it gradually inflated.

At this time, it is like a cool and gorgeous fly swatter, smothering the incoming missile, like a fly, in the flight without any suspense.

And the missiles let out an unwilling roar and burst into full bloom.

A huge roar, accompanied by a seemingly endless shockwave, bombarded the golden palm print.

also bombarded the figure in that way, sweeping straight down.

Like an invisible wall, it lies between the dragons in the wind.

On either side of the wall, there are two pairs of still eyes.

One up, one silver and one gold.

No one can move forward, and no one can get closer.

For a moment, the picture seemed to stand still.

Only the fragments of the missile that kept exploding, with the aftermath of the whistling, spread out layer by layer.

Turning into a violent wind, the wind is raging.

Wind has always been a strange thing.

It's air, it's supposed to be the kind of existence that is so soft that even if you throw your fist viciously to hit it, it won't hinder it.

But when you really try your best to beat it out, when your speed reaches the extreme, when you want to pass by it desperately, it is like a naughty little ghost, stopping you, holding you, hindering you, wishing you were late for school like this.

But in fact, you won't be late at all, because the university bell is completely non-binding, and only the moment the teacher rolls him out, all the binding force will bloom like a field.

However, the problem now is that although Kazama Shoha will not be late, and there is no teacher to call him, he needs to go down, and he needs to use this palm technique that fell from the sky in a trance, so that he can shoot that lizard, no, dragon, into a dragon meat pie. There is no guarantee that it will be delicious, but you can definitely sell it for a good price...... Well, probably, there should be as many gold coins as the hill behind it.

Kazama thought secretly.

If the guy with teeth and claws knows that his meat is so valuable, and he is greedy for gold more than his own life, will he take the initiative to make himself into a meatloaf and sell it?

This kind of question involving the safety of personal life and property, Kazama Hiroha certainly does not know the answer.

After all, there are some things that you never know until you do it.

In my ears, there is a noisy wind, still roaring, in this moment when everything should be silent to watch the performance.

It's like the old beggar I met many years ago.

"Hey, kid, I see that you are gifted and intelligent, and you are a martial arts wizard like no other......"

"Don't!"

"Hey, wait a minute, it's up to you to maintain world peace in the future, the old man has a secret book......

"Don't!"

"Hey, hey! If you don't look at it, you'll regret it, this is "The Palm of the Gods", "The Palm of the Gods", the old man saw that he was destined for you, so he gave you a discount, and sold it to you for ten gold coins! ”

Déjà vu scenes, déjà vu lines, moon-white light and shadow, shimmering slightly, swept through the wind in Yang Yu's mind.

At this time, if it were replaced by Kazama, there should be another sentence of "Don't!" "Right...... It's a pity that this memory doesn't belong to Kazama, but to the stupid meow who doesn't know where he is lying in the sun leisurely.

So,At that time, it was still a simple little Lori's meow little forbearance.,Just like that, I took the tattered book.,Finally, I tilted my little head.,Accidentally,,It was compiled into the "Thirty-six Ghost Paths".

Well, probably, that's the story......

Thinking like this, Kazama pursed his lips unconsciously.

His eyes were slightly closed, his hands were folded, and he silently recited "Amitabha" in his heart.

Then, he opened his eyes suddenly.

"Thirty-six Ghost Dao Forms, Ninth Style, Rulai Divine Palm!"

The light, in an instant, is like a special effect prepared in advance, and at the moment when the cool lines are spoken, its gorgeous performance begins.

And that stage is the whole sky.

At that moment, there was a golden palm print, which began to shrink slowly.

It's like a piece of iron that has been continuously forged, and finally condensed into steel after being tempered thousands of times.

With unstoppable determination.

The air finally began to tear, just like the still picture.

In the picture, there is a silver shadow, accompanied by a golden palm print slowly sliding down.

Gently surging, stirring, huge ripples.

The explosion of "rumble" was thrown behind him.

Only brilliant fireworks were left, like tail flames, dragging out a gorgeous trajectory.

Slowly, slowly, rowing towards the long-silent earth.

And standing in the middle of the earth was the huge body of the mountain.

It's just that at this moment, the endless stream of missiles finally began to stop.

In the dissipating tail flame, there is a pair of vigilant golden pupils.

There was no escape, no timidity, and contrary to Kazama's expectations, it actually stood up.

Accompanied, like an angry dragon.

The pitch-black scales quickly adjusted, from the original sharp spikes, to quickly turned into thick armor.

It was the fortress called "Fafnir", which stood on the edge of its gold coins.

But the fortress suddenly clenched its claws into fists.

Suddenly, he began to beat his chest "dong dong".

The hideous dragon face is not so much a roar as it is a ...... Provocation.

Not...... Specifically, it's like a ...... Naughty gorillas.

Fearlessly, facing it, the whole piece is golden.

It's a pity that the golden yellow is not a banana forest, but a huge palm print that is still the size of a hill even after compression.

"Puff~"

Although he knew that he could never laugh casually on such a serious occasion, when such an orangutan dragon stood in front of him, Kazama couldn't help but laugh seriously.

Of course, many times, there is always a price to pay for ridiculing others. In particular, laugh at a small animal.

Shadow, flashing.

Quickly, it slipped from Kazama's chest.

Kazama Yangyu "chuckled" in his heart, and his smile instantly condensed.

I didn't know what it was, but the thing, relying on a small air resistance, fell to the ground with a "pop" before Kazama's feathers reached the ground.

Time, for a moment, stands still.

Everyone retracted their eyes from the shining palm prints and converged on the falling items.

Then, it is shined.

The dazzling light finally arrived at that moment.

With an ethereal Sanskrit sound, it swooped down from the distant sky.

And then, firmly and firmly, imprinted on the earth.

It is also imprinted on the black dragon like a hill.

But the dragon didn't realize it, just stared blankly at the object that had fallen to the ground.

At that moment, those golden pupils suddenly burst into a sunny-like brilliance.

Almost even the dazzling palm print could not hide it.

And it was in this light that the dragon suddenly stretched out and threw itself straight towards the object on the ground.

"Boom!"

A sound wave that resounded through the sky, with billowing sand and dust, spread rapidly.

In an instant, engulf those spectators.

The terrible crack, like the mouth of a giant beast, suddenly tore apart from the depths of the earth.

Then, criss-crossed, spread.

For a while, there were exclamations and screams.

Some unprepared contestants fell into the cracks in a daze and were swallowed up by the earth.

All that remained, billowing smoke and dust, tore by the storm, spread into the distance.

Finally, it faded away, never to be seen again.

Colorful colors are quickly turning on and off.

Among the various protective shields, a pair of curious eyes cast them.

Perhaps, for them, compared with the safety of their peers, the after-show with an unknown outcome is always more eye-catching.

Then, came out, the long-awaited result.

Whether it's a giant dragon meat pie like a hill, or the furious monstrous lizard.

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

Kazama lowered his head and listened quietly to the silence and noise of the whole world.

He felt the curse and gift that belonged to Er'er, which belonged to Er'er, in the fusion of blood twice.

Every night, every night, he listened to the newborn blood rush through his veins like a raging torrent, violently and ferociously penetrating every cell in his body.

It was as if an ancient evil had woken up little by little from a long slumber and breathed heavily.

Just like now, Kazama is raising feathers.