The rain poured down on Menek's face, drenching his hair.

He and the Chinese were less than half a foot apart, staring at each other's eyes, and the Yatkan long knife completely pierced through his opponent under Menek's all-out dash, along with the solid metal armor on his body.

But this terrible penetrating wound was not fatal, and the Chinese's Tong Kong was full of indifference, and his hands held Menek's blade with great strength.

The knife should have pierced through the opponent's heart, but the slightest heartbeat was not perceptible from the hilt.

"Deadpool!" Menek whispered, "It's a pity I can't study you as a living being...... You're dead."

Meneke slowly pulled the long knife from Deadpool's heart, causing Deadpool to kneel at his feet, the knife reflecting the flames from Deadpool's body.

The rain washed over Menek's long knife, washing away the black blood from it.

Silent Northwest Chinese men, a group of Deadpools, gathered from all around, surrounded their burning companions, silently showed the sharp blades in their hands, and untied the black ponchos on their bodies.

All Chinese waist knives, all official uniforms, square "complements" on the chest, and all "bears" on the chest

Menek had learned from Lu Shanyan how to distinguish the rank of a Chinese official, and "Xiong" meant a military attache of the fifth rank.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Menek spoke in broken Chinese, reversed the handle of the knife in his hand, and arched his hand, "Why is that?"

"Lafayette's meaning, you are enemies of the true dragon, go against the sky, mess with the feng shui of my heavenly dynasty, and kill without mercy." In the dark, someone said coldly.

"Well, there's no mercy!" Menek's shoulders shook, the long trench coat left his body like a big bird taking off, and the Atcan knife arced in bronze in the darkness.

……

……

"Here's the plan." Lu Shanyan stared at the dragon, and the two sides stood silently opposite each other, just like the confrontation between the matador and the Mengniu before the bullfight began.

"We're in charge of getting his attention head-on, and the soot will give us long-range assistance in firing cannonballs."

"That's all?" Caesar moved.

"The winner is the ghost, she has a philosopher's stone bullet." Lu Shanyan unloaded the revolver and looked at the magazine, "As long as you can launch it at the right time, you have a chance to kill him."

"It's a chance." Caesar smiled, "Still, I like to do things that can't be done!"

After saying that, he rushed forward, and almost at the same moment, Lu Shanyan flicked his wrist, returned to the magazine, and poured mercury bullets towards the dragon.

"Soot!" He yelled.

……

"Three degrees to the left and five degrees to the top." A girl whispered in her ash.

Startled, the chief and the tiger drew their knives and pointed them at the girl who didn't know when she came to them.

"I'm here to help you, don't be so nervous." Su Enxi's twin children glowed golden, and the "Spirit of Words: Heavenly Performance" was running at full strength, calculating everything on the battlefield, "Do as I say, so that the cannonballs will fall on his head."

Soot nodded, adjusted the angle, and fired.

……

Lu Shanyan shook off the wheel and unloaded twelve smoke-emitting bullet casings, which landed on the ground filled with white steam, and the deadly poisonous gas was mercury vapor.

The cannon shells fired by the "soot" are specially made, not only are they engraved with ancient and dragon scripts on the surface, but they also contain silver mercury vapor that can threaten dragon life.

The dragon used its bone wings to block the cannonball that fell on its head, but the cannonball exploded, and the mercury rich in silver ions was volatilizing at high speed, which was bad news for Lu Shanyan, but even worse for the dragons.

He wasn't afraid of death, he wanted to die meaningfully.

The sound of breathing brought back by the sickles, the sound of heavy breathing, up and down, left and right, everywhere.

The dragon was breathing at high speed to heal its battered injuries, but Lu Shanhiko couldn't tell where it was, and the dragon was breathing on the entire Kassel Manor for its lungs!

Inhale a huge amount of air and discharge it at high speed,

Fierce winds swirled around them.

This air cleanses the dragon's body of silver, and soon, it will regain its strength.

Caesar rushed in front of the dragon, "The timing is perfect!"

The dragons stood still, Caesar leaped high, and Dick Tudo struck with a powerful crackle.

The dragon just raised his arm to block it, and the hunting knife was bounced off by the scales on his body.

"Doesn't it work at all......" Caesar saw that he had not received a single blow, and immediately retreated.

"Under the erosion of silver mercury, the defense is still so amazing." Lu Shanyan muttered to himself, his time was running out.

No, maybe they don't have much time, they're not dragons, they're just hybrids, they can't excrete mercury poisoning with such amazing breaths, and soon they'll fall one by one.

Moreover, the "scythes" are already tired, and the evil consequences of overdrawing their physical strength to release the spirit of speech are slowly emerging.

But the "ghost" is his biggest hole card now, he has learned to gamble with Menek, and he knows the importance of hole cards.

The important thing about the "ghost" is that she hasn't shot yet, and the long-range rifle that never misses fire is still silent, and the rifle is filled with a vital bullet, a bullet polished with red hedrons.

Bullets from the Philosopher's Stone.

Through a huge transaction, Menek obtained the red spar from an Egyptian archaeologist, who stole the stone from the tomb of a pharaoh, but the spar was embedded in the forehead of the pharaoh's munyin, and the moment the archaeologist pulled out the hedron, the munmuyin turned into dust.

It claims to have been condensed from the blood of a thousand people, just to keep the remains of one person intact.

Lu Shanyan now wants to thank the thousand people who died in vain, they will not know that their sacrifice may save all the living in a century.

As long as the "ghost" shoots that bullet accurately!

"On the night I was born, it rained in heaven and on earth." Someone said softly.

The dragon spoke to several people in ancient and pure Chinese, and he didn't know where.

"Human, do you understand? I hate the rain because in the rain I feel separated, separated from the whole world, alone, just myself." Dragons said.

"Have you ever felt lonely? Half-bloods, you live in this world, standing between humans and dragons, you cannot be recognized by humans, you must hide your identity and live like a mouse."

"What would happen to the humans if they found out that you were aliens, with powers far superior to theirs? Will they be grateful to you for slaughtering your ancestors?"

"No, they will fear you, they will avoid you, they will hate you, they will even kill you." The dragon's voice was initially accented with an inexplicable accent, but it grew smoother and clearer, "Why do you love humans?"

Great, invisible coercion is coming from all directions, and the power of the dragons is compressing the "sickle" realm of Lu Shanyan and Caesar.

The wind demons seemed to be frightened, and they no longer dared to fly far, but flew disorderly in smaller and smaller fields, like a swarm of bats trapped in a cage.

Caesar covered his ears in pain, and in his consciousness thousands of bats were screaming in terror, trying to escape from Caesar's grasp, they had a premonition of impending doom.

That dragon is not weakened after being injured, he is recovering, the terrifying "royal domain" in him is strengthening, and his realm has covered the entire Kassel Manor.

The effects of a thousand years of sleep on him are fading, and the unrivaled superiority of bloodline is emerging.

He was about to lose his support, something had penetrated the realm of the scythe, and a raging tide entered his consciousness like a raging tide, and it was pure spiritual power, filling his skull. It seems to explode at any time.

Caesar spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the terrible internal pressure in his skull seemed to be slightly reduced by this mouthful.

Lu Shanyan next to him was obviously not feeling well.

"You're pretty strong in hybrids, aren't you?" The dragon said, "But

In the face of true power, you are not even ants. It's like a boatman who has never seen the sea, and has never experienced the loneliness of not seeing the shore on all sides in the middle of the sea."

"Now that you see the sea, do you know the beauty of the sea?"

"What are you talking about?" Caesar grinned and bared his bloodshot teeth, and actually smiled, "You want me to give in to you?"

The dragons were silent for a moment, apparently Caesar's reaction was beyond his expectations.

"What do you gain by admitting that half of your blood is a dragon, and if you admit that your own strength and your other half of your blood is human?" The dragon asked.

"You think humans are a minutive species, don't they? Incompetent, vulnerable, stupid, conceited, aggressive......"

"I'm more human than you, and I can find out more human weaknesses." Lu Shanyan felt like a mountain was pressed on his back, and he gasped and said, "But why hasn't such a human being been extinct for thousands of years? Can you answer me?"

The dragons didn't speak.

"Because of the pride of mankind." Caesar straightened up, laughed and continued, "I lived for my pride and died for my pride."

"Because of human beliefs, I know that dragons only believe in power, and faith and the like are farts in front of you, right?" Chu Zihang said softly, "But it's faith that has sustained me to this day."

"Because humans are a race that controls their own destiny, you dragons have mastered more than humans, mastered alchemy, mastered words, and mastered the elements," Lu Shanyan yelled, "But it's not enough!"

"Not enough?" For the first time, the dragon's voice was confused.

"Far from enough, the fate of mankind is like this!" Lu Shanyan said word by word.

All of a sudden, everything was reversed, and the sickles that were struggling in the dragon realm were no longer flying in disorder, they were flying around Lu Shanhiko, faster and faster, and a whirlpool of scythes was forming.

These wind demons, which only exist in consciousness, gradually take shape!

Countless transparent shadows surrounded Lu Shanyan, the transparent thin wings emitted a piercing buzz, and the rain close to them was blown away by the wind from a long distance, and those seemingly fragile thin wings brought up a rotating hurricane, and the sound of the wind seemed to be Lu Shanyan wielding 11,000 thin knives beside him, and the whistling sound that cut through the air merged together.

They are greatly encouraged, their suppressed bloodiness is rising, and they are alienated from messengers to warriors.

In mythology, these wind demons are not docile slaves, they are bloodthirsty, they are three brothers, the first to push people with the wind, the second to cut the blood with the blade formed by the vacuum hurricane, after quickly sucking blood, the third sickle heals the wounds.

Before the travelers could even perceive the pain, the weasels had sucked their blood and laughed in the snowy wind.

And when they have a manic attack, they also drain all the blood.

Under the name of "Scythe", there is the nature of this spirit, and its nature is to attack, to attack with extreme ferocity.

"Your bloodline ......" the dragon sensed something strange.

"What did you do? Your dragon bloodline has overpowered that of humans, and you are alienating into a pure dragon." "But your body is still a half-blood, and you can't withstand the power of a pure-blood dragon."

"Bearable, able to withstand 45 minutes." Lu Shanyan said vigorously.

The cyan color spread from the ends of his limbs at a high speed, and ordinary people would think that the poison was eating away at his body when they saw it, but in an instant, the tiny fluff penetrated from under the skin, and it became more and more obvious...... The shape of the scales.

Bloody, Lu Shanyan's blood flowed along those newborn scales, the hideous blood color and the cold iron blue color intertwined.

"Dragonscales, you were my enemy when you began to gain the appearance of my clan." The dragons whispered in admiration.

The dragon scales grew to the size of five marks of silver, covering Lu Shanyan's whole body, and as Lu Shanyan breathed heavily, they retracted, opened, retracted, and opened again, and the flesh adhered under the scales evaporated a large amount of blood-red steam due to the violently rising body temperature, and the blood stains stuck to the scales quickly dried up.

Lu Yamahiko's face also

There was a change, and the cheekbones and frontal bones were sharp, and they all developed sharp bulges.

As if at any moment he could break through the skin, the dilated capillaries were divided into the crimson of the arteries and the raw blue of the veins, and the fibrous roots of the plants entrenched his entire face.

It should have been very hideous, but the square face of this Chinese was still calm and did not see any expression.

He let out a low roar in his throat, which could no longer be described as a "human voice", all the scales stretched to the extreme, and then tightened violently, the pieces overlapped, like a piece of armor that wrapped Lu Shanyan in its entirety.

"Game reopen." Lu Shanyan raised his hands and drew a huge arc with the revolver, and the muzzle of the gun covered all angles in all directions.

On those iron-blue hands, black claws had replaced nails.

"Is 'Blood'?" Caesar smiled, "I'll come too!"

Chu Zihang saw that Caesar's golden boy became extremely dazzling, and scales also grew on the surface of his body.

Dragons are in the realm where two "Speech Spirits: Vampiric Scythes" overlap!

Chu Zihang took a deep breath and prepared to push to the second degree of blood explosion.

A small white and slender hand pressed him, "Senior brother......

"It's okay." He looked back at Natsumi, his eyes showing tenderness, "Otherwise, we'll all die here."

Xia Mi hesitated for a moment, slowly let go of his hand, Chu Zihang shook off the cloth wrapped in the sword in the lake, and strode towards the dragon.

"Natsumi, can you use the Wind King's Child to blow away the mercury vapor around us? Blow as far as you can on Li Wuyue's side." Chu Zihang suddenly stopped and asked.

[In view of the general environment,

"I'll try." Natsumi nodded.

Chu Zihang walked up to Lu Shanyan and Caesar and stood still, "Now, the game has officially begun."

"Three half-bloods who have embarked on the path of the gods?" The dragon smiled sinisterly, "Interesting."