Facing the two people who pounced like wolves, Frost's face sank.

His thick, hairy hand drew the thin sword hidden in the staff, and with a flick of his wrist was a thorny bush of sword flowers.

The sword was a weapon for gentlemen in Europe, but due to the increasing restrictions of customs and laws, celebrities who loved force and duel had to find another way to invent the sword as an elegant and concealed weapon.

A top celebrity in Europe, Frost Gattuso has been a lover of this weapon since childhood.

And at this age, his dueling swordsmanship has become more and more perfect.

The inflated figure and the massive movement unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the old and strong muscles inside.

A thin sword covered the left and right, and for a while, Fingal and Akina Sakai couldn't get in.

"This old boy, I didn't see that he still had this kind of swordsmanship."

Fingal was also a little surprised.

Although he didn't think Frost was as ambitious and talented as he looked, he didn't think he would show much in force.

But today, this representative of the Gattuso family is still a strong warrior.

It's also reasonable to think about it, no matter what they have become corrupted by money and power, after all, they are still the elders of the Dragon Slayer Secret Party.

They were amazed, and Frost was even more shocked.

Fingal has this strength, which he can accept, after all, he was once the elite of the Executive Board.

But what's going on with this girl, isn't her bloodline only B-grade? Why is there so much strength?

After a few rounds of fighting, Frost was not won, and Akina Sakai was very angry.

Feeling embarrassed in front of the head of the group, she decided to give this outspoken guy a little color.

Akina Sakai grasped the execution sword with both hands, and the half-human-tall sword was gently and deftly lifted by her, and then slashed in a half-arc above her head.

Lu Mingfei gave her no name for the swordsmanship of the move, but as a literary and artistic worker, the chief singer herself gave this move a name.

I don't want to slash the waning moon.

According to her own words, when she used this trick, she had to abandon superfluous thoughts, and only the thought of cutting off the heads of the emperor's enemies was in her mind.

After being resurrected by the Emperor's Light, Akina Sakai's physical fitness has improved significantly.

Because she has the lowest bloodline, there is no need to waste the emperor's power to suppress the dragon's blood.

The Execution Sword slashed down with a terrifying wind and headed straight for Frost's neck.

Beheading, as one of the ancient death sentences, is a very technical job.

Because although the human neck looks thin, the muscles are actually very tight, and there is a cervical vertebrae to support it.

Therefore, a special profession was born, the executioner.

A good executioner can cut off his head with a single sword, so that the prisoner dies without feeling the pain.

The poor executioner, on the other hand, had to cut two or even several times, so that the prisoner was scared into tears, feces and urine all over the ground, and lost the last of his dignity.

If Akina Sakai traveled back in time to ancient times as an executioner, she would definitely be the most popular among prisoners.

Frost, however, was not at all welcome.

In the midst of the crisis, he raised his sword and cane at the same time to block.

The execution sword slashed at the cane, and it made a sound of gold and iron.

Frost's hands are actually made of titanium alloy, and I don't know if he usually prepares it like this.

The titanium cane withstood the weight of the execution sword, but the kinetic energy attached to it was firmly transmitted to Frost's arms.

Fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and the wrinkles on his face looked older from the pain.

The white shirt under the cover of the suit had been dyed red by the cracked capillaries, and his muscles had been torn.

In fact, Frost can not resist, gambling that Akina Sakai will not dare to risk the world's condemnation to kill him.

But he didn't dare to gamble, the son of a daughter couldn't sit down, and his life was worth more than a mere B-level half-blood.

"Take them, and if you resist, kill them on the spot."

Frost stepped back with two arms down, and dozens of heavily armed burly men jumped out of the Mercedes-Benz Seven behind him.

These are the bodyguards of the Gattuso family, all elite half-bloods, and if they are sent to the Kassel Academy, their bloodline will not be lower than A-level.

They were all wearing pullovers and black suits, but as their golden eyes lit up, their bodies changed dramatically.

The already strong body swelled further, and the muscles exploded and the surface of the body began to ossify.

After a dozen seconds, the crisp suit had turned into a scattered strip hanging from his body, and Frost was defended by a group of hideous monsters.

These monsters are armed with short sticks made of alloy in one hand and large-caliber automatic rifles in the other.

Compared to bodyguards, they are more like the Italian Blackfoot, or the Resident Evil version.

If an ordinary person sees this formation, he will either turn his head and run, or call the police while running.

But for the two who have been through several major wars in Japan, killed the mutant Deadpool, fought the Bronze Dragonguard, and fought the White King pureblood, they are just bluffing.

"Raise your hands and drop your weapons, or we will open fire at once."

The leader of the bodyguards, who looked like Stallone, said solemnly.

Fingal and Akina Sakai stopped the pursuit, not because they were afraid of the other side's fire, but because they had to wait for the order of the regimental commander.

Lu Mingfei stopped sharpening his sword, and the dragon slashing sword let out a joyful sword sound.

"Okay, your men are pointing guns at me, and you want to fight with me?"

He looked at Frost in the crowd and said coldly.

"It's clear that your men attacked me first."

Frost was almost amused by his reversal of black and white.

"Is it all recorded?"

Lu Ming ignored him, but turned his head and asked Uesugi Eri.

"Mm-hmm, it started recording from the big guys jumping out of the car."

Eri said with a little head.

"Good."

He said with satisfaction.

Receiving a compliment from the head of the group, Eri squinted her eyes happily.

"Do you think these little tricks will work?"

Frost sneered, mocking their innocence.

There has never been a time when the school board has pointed out the deer as a horse, and there has been no opportunity for others to treat them as white and black.

Lu Mingfei was dismissive of his ridicule, and if Frost had been troubled by the Inquisition, he would have known the importance of preserving favorable evidence.

Without favorable evidence, the Inquisition can unscrupulously mobilize forces from all sides to encircle and suppress you.

If the evidence is sufficient, other Space Marine warbands will at least watch from the sidelines, and even well-connected warbands will express strong concern or send fleets to visit.

Except for a warband with a bull's head as its emblem.

"There is a fable that has been handed down from Guterra."

Lu Mingfei said as he dragged the dragon slaying sword forward.

"In the forest lives an ugly bird with a strange temper that likes to stay in dark places and eat rotting animals."

"One day a sacred and noble eagle flew into the forest and temporarily perched on a very high tree. When the ugly bird saw it, he thought that the eagle was going to rob it of its dead rat, so it let out a strange cry to scare the eagle away. But the eagle actually drinks only the sweetest blood and eats the freshest meat. ”

"And you are the ugly birds, flaunting your pitiful power to the warriors who fight for humanity, coveting the corrupt things that bring plague."

"How can people like you change? Only death. ”

Lu Mingfei suddenly accelerated, and his figure turned into a blurred shadow on everyone's retina.

"Fire!"

The leader of the bodyguards shouted.

The automatic rifle fired a dense rain of bullets, but they were all split into metal garbage by the dragon slashing sword.

Lu Mingfei smashed into the bodyguards blocking in front of him in an almost savage posture and burst into the encirclement.

Now, he and Frost are face to face again.

(End of chapter)