The low sound of the wind drifted on the surface of the lake, and little by little ripples spread everywhere.

The wooden boat in front of them undulated on the surface of the lake like a fallen leaf.

"Do you want us to get on a boat and row to the island in the center?"

Chu Zihang looked at the scene in front of him, and immediately understood what the people behind the scenes wanted them to do.

"Obviously, that's right."

Lu Mingfei squinted at the small island in the center of the lake shrouded in gray mist, and could roughly see that there were living creatures walking around the island inside.

"Shall we take a boat over there, then?"

Chu Zihang turned his head and asked Lu Mingfei's opinion.

"No, I won't."

Lu Mingfei raised the slashing knife horizontally, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were close together, and they wiped over the blade.

"Farewell, broken heart."

As the words of liberation sounded, the blade of the knife instantly turned into pitch black, three feet and two inches long, and a black cross fell from the thin rope born at the back end of the hilt.

Immediately after that, the spiritual pressure formed a black pillar of light that was released around Lu Mingfei's body, and the external spiritual pressure formed a strong wind and rushed in all directions!

Lu Mingfei held the sword in his right hand, and the black mist rose from the heart of the mutilator, and then the mist began to burn, and finally wrapped around the blade in a liquid state.

Seeing this, Chu Zi retreated, far away from the range shrouded in spiritual pressure, with his current body, he couldn't stay by Lu Mingfei's side for a long time who released spiritual pressure.

With a straight swing of the knife, the black slash flew far away towards the island in the center of the lake.

Wherever the attack passed, the surface of the rippling lake was also sliced open, and at the same time, the length of the slash actually rose against the wind!

Thirty meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters, three hundred meters!

Soon it turned into a sword that was hundreds of meters long, slashing towards the small island shrouded in gray mist.

Unlike the previous slashes, this time he slashed by absorbing energy from the air.

The slash that is given in this way is just a normal slash at the beginning, but it gets stronger as the distance increases.

The black slash passed in an instant, and at this moment, Lu Mingfei heard a scream, which was the sound of a cow barking.

Immediately afterwards, the island began to split into two halves with Lu Mingfei's slash.

Then it seemed that a riot began on the island, and all sorts of creatures began to roar.

He alone heard pigs, cows, birds, deer, and dogs.

Seeing this scene, Lu Mingfei put the knife into the sheath, and then pulled it out suddenly, and slashed it!

In an instant, Lu Mingfei drew his sword nine times, and the brilliant sword light flashed in the air, and the nine slashes overlapped together to cut the island.

Immediately after that, the spiritual pressure was restrained, and the black flame skyrocketed!

The last pitch-black slash flew out horizontally, instantly reaching the island that had been cut into countless pieces!

Under the slashing and steaming of the black flames, the island in the center of the lake was gone, leaving only patches of land mixed with flesh and blood.

"What is he doing!"

Watching Lu Mingfei and their ninth horseman's face change instantly.

Originally, he was still very happy to watch them beat the level according to their own settings.

According to his idea, after slowly grinding down the physical strength of these people, he can sit firmly in the background and harvest.

In this way, he can easily complete the task given to him above and bring Lu Mingfei back for bloodline deployment.

But what is the situation now, doesn't it mean that under the suppression of the Twelve Trials, except for the setter, all dragon bloodlines will be suppressed?

Why can he still chop up the island after suppression!

Could it be that he really is a half-blood monarch?

The Ninth Rider scratched his head fiercely, grinding his fangs that had been transformed from his own high bloodline.

"No, I need to take a look again, although the things on the island are a little miscellaneous fish, but there is still a big guy at the bottom of the lake."

The fog became heavier and heavier, and the direction of the wind on the lake suddenly changed, and the wind blew from the front, and at the same time the lake began to churn, and huge waves hit in waves.

The seemingly shallow lake has produced waves that can only be seen in the sea, and it is clear that the depth of the lake is far greater than its surface suggests.

At the same time, there was something huge roaring in the wind, like a cow or some kind of fierce beast, and that roar contained great majesty.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were no strangers to this kind of voice, it was obvious that it was the roar of a dragon.

"So there's a dragon hidden in there?" Lu Mingfei carried the broken heart on his shoulders and looked at the center.

"So, how many generations?"

The water boiled as the water stirred the sand and gravel at the bottom, and a dragon slowly rose to its feet in the raging waves.

It had a slender curved neck and black scales, and its narrow red-gold eyes stared at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, and its height was about twenty or thirty meters.

Just standing there, there was a burst of coercion.

"It looks like three generations."

Lu Mingfei judged by past experience.

"After what happened before, the Solomonic Temple really dared to bring the living dragon!"

Zhou Yun, who had just arrived to replace Zhou Junlan, looked at the giant dragon standing up, her eyes full of horror.

"What should I do, the Broken Dragon Terrace is still over there in the restaurant!"

The next moment the dragon roared, with a wonderful rhythm in its roar, and it recited ancient poetry in the dragon's language.

Wherever the roar went, the lake was agitated, and the waves of air visible to the naked eye dispersed in all directions with the dragon as the center!

The strong wind blew on the three of them, Zhou Yun's face was full of anxiety, and Chu Zihang's face was expressionless.

"It's kind of a little contemptible."

Lu Mingfei commented on the sentence and stepped forward and slashed against the wind!

The roar of the dragon, which was still full of urgency, suddenly disappeared, and it looked at its body that was inexplicably getting farther and farther away from it, and its golden vertical eyes were round.

In an instant, the fog dissipated, revealing everything in the lake.

"You, you're going to kill it?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei's understatement, Zhou Yun was a little distracted.

Isn't this the space after being suppressed, is he really a half-blood monarch?

Lord Wa swore to himself that at present, there could be no half-blood monarch other than the Far Eastern half-blood, and even if there were, it would only be a poor imitation.

But the half-blood monarch will also be suppressed by the special rules of this space, unless it is a real dragon king!

"Zhou Junlan is not here?" Lu Mingfei turned his head and asked.

"Well, after her description, I felt that it was still too dangerous for her to go outside, so I handed over the Dragon Breaking Platform to her, and then came over by myself."

Zhou Yun stood up straight, folded his hands in front of the ribbon of the purple cheongsam, and replied very seriously, without speaking in that tone of teasing boys.

"Okay."

After asking, Lu Mingfei pointed forward.

"Ice Fang Zhenglan!"

The icy wave erupted like a tsunami, and the cold wave rushed over the lake.

In just a moment, the entire lake was frozen.

"Let's go."

Lu Mingfei gestured.

Step on the ice and pick up all sorts of statues, including a three-headed vicious dog and a nine-headed snake.

According to legend, this is supposed to be the three-headed dog of hell and hydra Hydra.

There are six of these wood carvings, Lu Mingfei gave a few to the other two, and put the rest in his pocket.

On the other side, the ninth rider was angry and smashed against the wall next to him.

The dead dragon was his mount!

At the same time, there was a hint of panic in his heart.

"Can I really stop Lu Mingfei and them with this arrangement?"

No, you can't think about it so much, there was once a person named Dong Father in China who once raised dragons for Emperor Shun, but he was a dragon rider similar to Solomon's Temple, or a knight in the number.

His own numbered knight is far from being comparable to the kind of loser in the last operation!

(End of chapter)