Looking at Lu Mingfei's blood-red eyes, Mr. McDonald felt a trace of panic.

This made him a little ashamed, the dignified dragon king was actually frightened by a human.

Although this human being is a little taller, a little stronger, and a little stronger, it is impossible to beat him, the dragon king.

Well, it can't be!

Mr. McDonald opened his mouth, intending to let him go.

Lu Mingfei had already gained experience in cutting the dragon clan, and when he saw him open his mouth, he knew what he was going to pull, wiped his hand on his waist, and raised his hand to throw a battle dagger.

The upturned tip of the knife went straight to Mr. McDonald's eyes, and the bright blade shook his heart in a panic.

He hurriedly raised the giant scythe to block the flying knife, but the spirit that was about to be released was also forced to stop.

"Ugh."

Although the Dragon King will not be eaten by the low-level spirit of speech, it is also as uncomfortable as a sneeze that is halfway back.

But what was even more uncomfortable was that Lu Mingfei's sword blade had already arrived in front of him.

The living spirit of the Dragon Slayer Sword let out a roar of excitement, and it already smelled the breath of the new Dragon King.

There were too many impurities on the previous end, just like Indian curry, although it tasted good, but it was a little smelly.

The smell of this end is fresh and natural, and you can know that it is an original high-end ingredient when you smell it, and you only need the simplest cooking.

The easiest way to cook it is to cut it into sashimi.

The golden dragon pattern reappeared, not the emperor's wrath, but a symbol of the dragon-slaying sword reforged with the blood of the dragon king.

When facing the Dragon King, it has a great bonus to its lethality.

"King's blood!"

The tip of Mr. McDonald's nose moved slightly, and his face changed drastically.

He smelled the blood of the noble, and even heard the mourning of the king before he died.

The supreme creature of the greatest beauty fell to the ground, and all the elements mourned for it.

"Wait!"

Mr. McDonald swung a giant scythe, and many thick metal crystals grew on the sickle.

He wanted to use these branches to jam the dragon slashing blade, but he was directly pushed to the copper wall by Lu Mingfei, who had burst out of power.

Lu Mingfei let go of a hand and smashed his fist into Mr. McDonald's ugly face.

He hurriedly turned his head to dodge, and his fist slammed into the copper wall with a loud sound.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mr. McDonald hurriedly activated the spirit of speech.

The eighth-order was launched in an instant, and the acceleration of 256 times made him escape in an instant.

In fact, at such a close distance, he could completely attack Lu Mingfei's weakness with an eighth-order instant.

With Mr. McDonald's physical fitness, under the acceleration of 256 times, the muzzle velocity of his fist is enough to reach one-third of the first cosmic velocity.

Considering many factors, Mr. McDonald's actual punch speed is certainly much lower than this value, but it is not something that a human reflex nerve can react to.

But the king's words frightened him.

The person in front of him actually hacked a dragon king to death, so it was not a problem to hack him to death.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he should probably be the weakest among the dragon kings.

"It's too hard to get an idea."

Mr. McDonald originally thought that this time he was here to travel and inherit the inheritance of his old subordinates, and the biggest difficulty was to find the dragons scattered everywhere.

As a result, I didn't expect that the dragons themselves killed only two, and the one who grabbed the thing turned out to be a fierce man who had killed the dragon king.

Although it is also possible that the baby version that was still being cocooned was killed, looking at Lu Mingfei's sharp gaze, he still didn't dare to have this kind of luck mentality.

"Is there a possibility that we can make peace."

Mr. McDonald said with a wry smile.

"There's nothing to talk about with the aliens."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

He paused to soothe his tense muscles, using his half-finished body to use the secret technique that only a veteran could use, but the load was still a little too great.

"What a strange shape, I'm a good citizen, I have a hukou, a school registration, and I have been on the school honor roll."

Mr. McDonald flatly denied it.

"Some people don't seem to think so."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Lu Mingfei's tone.

"Who?"

He said subconsciously, and then he felt the cold gaze behind him.

Mr. McDonald turned his head stiffly, and Xu Yunliu was looking at him coldly.

At this time, Xu Yunliu was completely alienated, fleshy wings had grown on his back, and his hands and feet had turned into blue and black claws.

His body was covered with cyan scales, and his face had changed to the silhouette of a dragon.

Only those eyes can still see a little bit of what it looks like when you are human.

He, or rather, its bulging belly had deflated, and Yang Jin had been completely absorbed by it.

Xu Yunliu has disappeared from this world, and now he is born as the last king of dragons.

Behind it, Gen Zhinu and Sakai Akina are lying on the ground, not knowing whether they are alive or dead.

But the dragons also had a few more wounds on their bodies that were deep and visible to the bone, proving their efforts.

It's not that the king of dragons still retains his humanity and spares the lives of two people.

Rather, it smelled the breath of the dragon king, and its attention was completely attracted.

Perhaps, mixed with some hatred from the soul.

"Death, death."

There are wolves and tigers, and Mr. McDonald now just wants to scold Tan Vantari.

If you want to leave the back door, you have to leave a little more, at least you have to change the enemy seeking mechanism.

A wild smile seemed to flash in the empty glass eyes of Tan Vandari, what sacrifice could compare to the dragon king himself.

"Who are you?"

The King of Dragons stared at Mr. McDonald's, his eyes rolling.

"I'm just a passerby, you don't have to worry about me."

He said with a sneer.

The King of Dragons ignored his nonsense and continued to stare at him.

Memories buried in a cluttered spirit slowly surfaced.

"King, you are king."

It twitched its nostrils and said in a dreamy tone.

"You are the king of the earth and the mountains."

King of the Earth and the Mountain!

Takar looked at his newfound master in shock, he guessed that the other party's status would not be low, but he didn't expect it to be so noble.

The direct descendant of the Dragon Emperor Nidhogg, the noble first generation, and the king of the earth and the mountain, one of the four great monarchs.

"I've been recognized."

Mr. McDonald sighed.

I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but in exchange for a violent beating.

Don't pretend, he has a showdown, he is a serious dragon king.

"When you see the king, why don't you surrender?"

The King of the Earth and the Mountain whispered, his golden pupils as dazzling as incandescent lamps stinging everyone's eyes.

Throwing off the disguise, the monarch finally showed the majesty he deserved.

"Surrender? Hahaha, did you get something wrong? I'm a dragon, not a dragon. ”

The King of Dragons laughed wildly, as if he had heard something very funny.

"If you refuse to surrender, then destroy it."

The King of the Earth and the Mountain said coldly.

Bone wings tore his clothes and grew out of his back, and his hands and feet turned into blue-black dragon claws like the king of dragons.

However, his face did not change into the appearance of a dragon, but was covered in a layer of tiny scales.

The crisp sound like a joint breaking also crackled, and the dragon bone state that the white king's bloodline could use, as a dragon king, he could naturally use it.

Faced with the enemy on his belly and back, the King of the Earth and the Mountain finally showed his strongest form at present.

The dragon king who walks in the world with a human body, Jörmungad.

(End of chapter)