Caesar clenched the hideous Dick Tudo in his hand, and was very surprised by the anger that came to him, but quickly regained his composure, the information is only the appearance and reference after all, Lu Mingfei chose to nest in the corner as a rabbit, it does not mean that the inside under the fur must be harmless to humans and animals.

His impact on the situation in this game deserves an 'S' rating. If it weren't for Lu Mingfei's resistance, the initiative on the battlefield would probably fall into the hands of Caesar.

Gattuso's noble son chose to take his victory back in person. And for Lu Mingfei, after the living spirit entered his head, he seemed to have regained a little bit of the feeling of 'trying', the sense of control over the body and the sense of omnipotence brought by it stimulated his brain, the boy has always been a very cowardly person, but at this moment he seems to have found the true meaning from the heart, peeling off the weak skin, the dark viscous flow out a little, igniting a fierce fire.

Caesar silently sank his body, suddenly exerted force, and rushed over the bushes and pine branches to the enemy, it was the speed brought by the strength, the explosive power brought by the exaggerated muscles on the body, his starting speed was close to that of a war horse, and his long golden hair danced under the pressure of the wind, as if it was the streamer of a charge.

Cossack cavalry chopped. A few years ago, in the room of the Ark Hotel, the noble prince in the shadows witnessed the sword technique like an eagle striking, and mastered it completely in the time that followed.

The large black hunting knife danced proudly, Caesar's favorite song of cold weapons that combines strength and skill, Dick Tydo took the majesty of the consul Xuanhe and cut down, and the killing wind blew through Lu Mingfei's face, and it seemed that his head would be cut off in the next moment.

Lu Mingfei just posed for the knife holder of the Ancient Stream Sword Technique, his eyes followed the black light of the hunting knife closely, and he went up against the current the moment the blade crackled.

Thunderbolt. In fact, Lu Mingfei claimed to have refined that 'Dao Xue' with a lot of braggadocio ingredients.

The name of Michiyuki is taken from Tachibana Michiyuki, and during the shogunate period, there were many famous generals in Japan, such as Honda Tadatsu, known as 'Japan's Zhang Fei', and Tachibana Soshige, known as the 'God of Martial Arts', and even Tachibana Michiyuki, who was named after 'Thorsh'.

Tachibana Michiyuki is a young general, in addition to superior force, he is based on the "Art of War" that flowed into Japan as a kage, using soldiers like a god, but the name of "Thor" comes from an anecdote that I don't know whether it is true or false, it is rumored that he was thundered from the sky under the peach tree, and cut down with his sword, so that he was injured and did not die.

Lu Mingfei handled a broken blade with a living spirit. Caesar's slash was as fierce as fury, but how could it compare to the thunder that fell from heaven?

Dao Xue disappeared in the flickering thunder, Lu Mingfei pushed and slashed at Dick, the blades slashed and rubbed in the air, the slashing angle of the katana was extremely tricky, and the strength of Caesar's forward rush continued to drain along the swords' strokes, the two of them staggered, and the sound of metal lasted for a long time.

Thunder tore through the crimson battle uniform, leaving pitch-black scorch marks on Caesar's shoulders. On the other hand, Lu Mingfei's tiger mouth was cracked, and his hands were dripping with blood.

The sound of gunfire was already ringing in the surrounding pine forest, and Caesar's radio was screaming from his waist and was thrown into the dirt at his feet.

"Amazing skills!" Caesar glanced at the wound on his shoulder,

"You almost cut my throat just now." Lu Mingfei scratched his head embarrassedly, blood dripping on his messy hair, sloppy and meaningless.

"Your physical fitness does not meet the rating given by the principal." Caesar judged coldly: "If you had a physical quality similar to mine, I would have been defeated or even died just now." [In other words, the best app for reading aloud and listening to books, change the source app, .huanyuanapp to install the latest version.

The victory or defeat in hand-to-hand combat is only in an instant, the great superiority of the alchemy sword and the small victory in skill, the victory should have tilted in the direction of Lu Mingfei, but because of the greatest weight, it completely fell to Caesar.

After all, weapons are foreign objects, and the root of fighting lies in the body holding the sword.

"I can't help it." Lu Mingfei's face was full of distress: "To be honest, at the beginning, I really felt that the academy had found the wrong person, and the dragon's blood didn't seem to have any other embodiment in me, if I had to say that there was....." He said in a voice that only he could hear: "Probably turned me into a stand-in messenger." ”

"Do you still hold the knife in your hand?" The blonde man kindly reminded, but his tone did not mean anything gentle: "I will still use all my strength in the next sword, if I can't hold it, I can surrender, and a reasonable contraction of the front is not a cowardice." ”

"My hand is really painful, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hold the knife if I relax a little." Lu Mingfei nodded, his left hand suddenly raised and pointed at Caesar, his eyes widened: "However, I refuse!" There was silence.

"Well, you don't look like someone who can watch anime," Lu Mingfei lowered his head and covered his face, then wiped the blood off his face and posed for the knife holder again.

"Look, it's a stand-in attack."

“stimpacks。” He silently read out the last secret book given by Lu Mingze. Stimulant.

The blood covered Lu Mingfei's eyes in an instant, the will of dragon blood raged in his brain, and the strange blood-colored golden boy suddenly frightened Caesar's mind, and at the same time as he lost his mind, Lu Mingfei pounced like a bloodthirsty hyena.

Dao Xue approached Caesar's right shoulder throat with murderous intent, the same target as the last time he touched the knife, Caesar immediately bowed down the moment he returned to his senses, he closed his eyes, and the sickle used the sound of the wind to guide the route of avoidance.

Before the middle of the sword, Lu Mingfei turned around and twisted the hilt at the same time, his elbow retracted, compressed to the extreme like a bullet yellow, and then suddenly rebounded, accurately stabbing Caesar's right eye, fierce and vicious.

Caesar flashed again, the blade of the sword cut through the ends of his hair, tore his battle suit, and Dao Xue, who failed to pierce his cheek, tore straight down Caesar's chest and stabbed into the dirt.

But the emperor's counterattack followed, Caesar's hunting knife was like the fangs of a large prey, and he was about to tear open the flesh of his prey in a wheezing moment, but Lu Mingfei's battle instinct was like a beast under the dual blessing of psychic possession and stimpacks, and he lowered his body with insight and opportunity, and after squatting back, the slightly curved long knife blocked Dicktido's inevitable path.

Daoxue earthquake. So Caesar slashed again, just a slash between inches and hands, but the knife momentum was terrifying, each of his knives adopted a completely different trajectory and posture, but the center of gravity could always maintain a close fit with the knife, sparks splashed everywhere.

A thousand years later, the ancient sword skills of the Kushan Dynasty have taken on a different kind of life in a noble prince, Caesar has fulfilled the divine will of the assassins, and in the wave of cavalry wielding spears and swords, Assasin's every slash is unique, and each time it is exquisite.

Caesar slashed seven times in a row, each of which was about to cut into Lu Mingfei's vital point, and each knife was blocked by Dao Xue, so the sparks continued to splash in the air, even as fine as silk.

Caesar couldn't continue the seventh sword, because the thunder on the alchemy long knife was already so thick that it seemed to be substance, and when the swords collided, it was like a thunderbolt crackling on his hunting knife, and the paralysis flowed down his arm to his whole body, and he could only retreat in a hurry so as not to be seized and slashed at the head.

This was supposed to be just a game, but when the sword was eyeless, the killing intent that was sleeping in the dragon's blood had burned unstoppably and could not be extinguished.