Yermungad's mouth spat out the mysterious dragon script, and the speech and spirit realm, which was much stronger than before, was stimulated.

The surrounding bronze was magnetized and melted, and the metal droplets levitated, swirling around Jörmungandr.

The shiny droplets kept colliding and burning, and the small impurities turned into ashes and fell, and the remaining droplets became brighter and brighter.

The dragon king tempered his weapon with his words, and finally condensed the droplets into two death scythes more than two meters high.

"Come, pathetic life. It's time to send you to your Creator. ”

Jörmunga was able to point his scythe at the king of the dragons.

"Ho-ho-ho, I think it wants to be with you even more."

The King of Dragons also opened the realm of speech and spirit, and the glowing bronze liquid solidified into a hidden spear and a bronze shield.

In Tibetan myths and legends, those brave ancestors held spears and bronze shields to fight against the demons in the snowy region, laying a living space for human beings.

And now, the king of the dragons, who is a demon, is holding the same weapon and fighting against Jörmungad, who is also a demon.

This may also be the embodiment of the residual humanity of Xu Yunliu and Yang Jin.

The King of Dragons flapped his wings, and his huge figure made a pop in the air, and in an instant he rushed in front of Jörmungad.

The sharp tip of the spear was pointed straight at his heart, and a thin layer of ice hung from it.

As long as the tip of the spear pierced Jörmungard's scales, the cold force attached to it would instantly freeze his body.

Jörmungård swung his scythe to block the spear, and the frost immediately spread down the scythe to his claws.

The sound of metal colliding like yellow bells echoed in the cavern, and everyone present could feel the ground shaking.

It's not two creatures fighting, it's two fully loaded mud trucks crashing into each other.

Under the violent shock, the few clothes on Jörmungandr's body also completely shattered, revealing the graceful curves inside.

This king of the earth and the mountains turned out to be a female.

No one is paying attention to this now, though.

Everyone is waiting, and the dragon monarch and the dragon king will decide the winner.

Jörmungard's scythe locked the hidden spear, and her strength was clearly inferior to that of the Dragon King, and she was crushed to her knees.

She gritted her teeth, and the other scythe slashed into the neck of the Dragon King.

It swung its shield and blocked the scythe, and the shield was immediately cut into radial cracks.

It's not because of how strong Jörmungard is, how sharp her weapons are, but because of her authority.

As a twin in power, she does not have near-unlimited access to speech like her younger brother, but she has unique authority over speech, that is, she can see the "eyes" of all things.

What exactly is the "eye" of all things? Is it physical, chemical, or metaphysical? Jörmungård couldn't tell.

They are super beings created by the Black King, and they are born with great power, but the source of their power is unknown.

Jörmungadr only knew that if he attacked something's "eye", it would be easily destroyed.

Just like now, with just a casual blow, the bronze shield that the armor-piercing bullet couldn't shoot through turned into a piece of broken copper and iron.

However, the king of dragons is naturally not so easy to be defeated.

The shield is gone, and another one is gone.

In terms of the use of words, it is much stronger than the shame of the dragon king of Jörmunga.

The King of Dragons slapped Jörmungadr in the face with a shield plate, who wanted to resist, but the thought turned and he resisted.

"Smack!"

The sturdy, dull thumping sound made Jörmungad's face flush under the dragon's scales.

But she's glad for her wit, because the cone of ice that's always with her is the real killer.

After countless years of wandering in the snowy lands, the King of Dragons has mastered the transformation of water and ice.

It only takes a syllable to create ice that is stronger than steel.

The dragon king took the awl in his hand and slashed into Jörmungård's throat.

It wanted to see if the dragon king could still read those alchemical ciphers without his vocal cords.

Of course, Jörmungad couldn't let it succeed, and hurriedly turned the Death Scythe to block the icicle.

The ice pick shattered easily, freezing the water around it, gluing the scythe to Jörmungandr's collarbone.

This is the real killing move, absorbing the memories of countless dragons, and fighting with other dragons on the plateau for thousands of years, the king of dragons has far more combat experience than this dragon king.

"Yang Jin said that she wanted to come in and play with her."

The King of Dragons stretched out his long tongue and licked the scales off Jörmungård's face.

There is no element of blasphemy, just hatred and pleasure.

Even if it is their fate for brothers and sisters to kill each other, it is not the turn of others to advance this process.

Moreover, if it weren't for Jörmungader's protection, Tanfantuli would not have had a chance to complete the experiment.

None of the friends and relatives who had stolen the body from it did not want to kill it.

To some extent, she is also one of the culprits of the dragons' misfortune.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time. My stupid brother is still waiting for me to go back and buy chips for him. ”

Jörmungard said lightly.

Blood cannibalism is not only the fate of the dragons, Tan Fan Tuli was originally made according to the twins of the four great monarchs.

If she wants to unify power and power to become Hela, the god of death, she also has to eat her brother.

But it was so stupid and so dependent on her, what if she ate it and became just as stupid and dependent on people?

If you want to blame it, blame this world, this world that can't live without devouring each other.

The bottom half of the Reaper's scythe turned into molten metal and wrapped around Jörmungard's hand, quickly turning into a fist.

Then she threw a punch that hit the dragon king's bite off the big mouth.

The sharp teeth bit through the gloves and the scales, but the huge body of the king of dragons was also knocked away by Jörmunga's punch.

Its body spun in the air like a spinning top, and it flew dozens of times before stopping.

This was deliberately done by the King of Dragons, in order to remove the spiral strength from his fists.

It wasn't that Jörmungad didn't want to take advantage of the opportunity, but she couldn't move.

An icy spike pierced the soles of her feet, nailing her to the bronze floor.

The battle of the psyker is far more thrilling and strange than the battle of the warrior.

A bright light like a supernova exploded in front of Jörmungandr, and the dragon king's eyes couldn't stop crying, and the momentum of the charge was forced to stop.

The Blazing Sun, used by Jörmungader, is really like a sun appearing out of thin air.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei moved.

For aliens, there is no need to talk about the honor of a warrior, let alone such an insidious and cunning person.

"Like all warriors who use swords as horses

I threw myself into the Emperor's fire, which spits out its brilliance through my lamp

Chaos, aliens, and traitors will all pass through my sword

to become the cornerstone of the empire

I am willing to leave everything to the Lord of mankind

Like all warriors who use swords as horses

I would also like to hold the flag high

Of all things, only the enemy of mankind is the most perishable

With an irresistible speed of death"

Lu Mingfei chanted the poems that the White Scar Warriors loved, charging towards the Alien King at a furious speed.

This is how the Khan's Son fights, reciting poetry while killing enemies and sending death to his enemies as quickly as possible.

The sprint breathing method was activated with all its might, and Lu Mingfei's speed was so fast that even Fingal's camera could not capture it.

The distance of hundreds of meters was broken in an instant, and the blade of the Dragon Slashing Sword was aimed directly at Jörmungard's throat.

This time, she had nowhere to hide.

(End of chapter)