"Sage, there is an invasion of foreign hybrids, and my soldiers have suffered heavy casualties."

The Prophet hurried in and said to the angel.

"What's the panic?"

The philosopher's angel glanced at him, and his calm eyes were like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the fire in his heart.

"Take them first."

The philosopher angel pointed to the two of them.

"Yes, Sage."

The Prophet said respectfully.

Now that he has calmed down, only the Sage can recover his divine power, and those soldiers can have as many as they want.

Yuan Zhinu's face was pale, and she couldn't let this guy run away.

He was just about to release the Spirit Dream Tapir when a white shadow suddenly flickered in front of his eyes.

Yuan Zhinu was startled, and hurriedly pressed down with her arms to block.

During this time, he also learned some Chinese kung fu with the fifth month, and this block is exactly one of the styles in the fifth family heirloom inner boxing, the iron rope across the river.

When this trick is usually used in May, Fingal can only obediently change his trick without using the bronze throne.

Although the Yuan Zhinu's boxing skills are far from her realm of the integration of the three treasures of spirit and spirit, the physical fitness comparable to that of the pure-blood dragon clan has forcibly filled the gap in skills, and even surpasses it.

But under the iron cable bar, the five fingers rose up like five dragons that overturned the river and the sea, and they could not be suppressed even if the young girl's green tendons burst out.

The five fingers were closed, and a fist ascended to the sky like a dragon leaping through the dragon gate, hitting his chin fiercely.

As if she was hit head-on by a mud truck, Yuan Zhinu suddenly felt black in front of her.

The steel-hardened bone plate was shattered by the punch, and a rain of blood erupted from his mouth.

However, as the former Dragon King and the current commander of the Punishment Battalion, Yuan Zhinu will naturally not be so vulnerable.

Not to mention that the sternum is broken, even if the limbs are broken, he will bite the throat of the enemy with his teeth.

Yuan Zhinu took a sharp breath, and the dragon blood in her body boiled in an even more turbulent state.

The shattered bones healed quickly, and more dragonization features appeared on his body.

Especially his eyes, the bright golden pupils were blood-colored.

After passing Lu Mingfei's approval, Violent Blood has become a secret skill mastered by everyone in the warband.

Except for Eri Uesugi who is not allowed to bleed without approval, everyone else can decide whether to use it or not according to the actual situation.

This is not because Lu Ming is not relying on the emperor's protection, but because of the actual need of the war group to make more and more enemies.

And with the purity of the bloodline of the Yuan Zhinu, just one burst of blood made his physical fitness reach the level of a complete body of three generations.

The young girl was knocked into the wall, but what cracked was the stone wall that had stood for thousands of years.

However, his brain was fragile, and he was a little dizzy for a while.

Shaking her head, Yuan Zhinu propped her hands, pulled herself out of the stone wall, and pounced towards the philosopher.

The angel was not in a hurry, and as soon as the hand in his sleeve was raised, the long sleeve fluttered like two white clouds.

His robe is different from the traditional local robe, with two long and wide sleeves, more like the wide robes and large sleeves that were popular with scholars during the Wei and Jin dynasties of China.

The fist of the young girl touched the cloud sleeve, as if it had hit pig iron.

Alchemy items!

He was startled, and was about to change his move, but a slender palm came out of the long sleeve, and then flicked his finger at the back of his head.

Yuan Zhinu only felt a yin force stirring into his brain, and the whole person fainted.

"Take it."

The angel seized him by the collar and threw him to the Prophet.

Although it is not a combat-type speech, it is also a high-blooded mixed-race, and he has also exercised when he was young, and he can still catch this hundred catties.

"Yes."

The prophet hugged the source child, and a few soldiers ran in from outside the secret room, holding Ishihara Yumi hostage and burrowing into the secret passage.

The angel opened his five fingers towards the secret door, and the surrounding rocks softened like dirt and covered the secret door.

As soon as the five fingers were closed, the stone mud hardened again, completely covering the secret door.

The philosopher angel skimmed, and there was a little more fireworks on his cold face, which was not like a living person.

If it hadn't been sealed before, he would have been able to turn the entire rock wall into a glazed mountain with his backhand, where would he use this kind of goods to make up the numbers.

However, thanks to the White King's bloodline, otherwise he would not be able to control even this level of element.

While he was thinking, the angel suddenly turned around.

The silver-clad warrior smashed the door of the chamber with a single punch and strode in.

"This is exoskeleton armor?"

He looked "Spark Glory" up and down, and his face was very surprised.

The philosophers are very interested in human humanities and technology, and after the lockdown is lifted, he often asks the prophet to find relevant information for him to read, and even surfs the Internet.

Therefore, he naturally knew about the individual equipment of exoskeleton armor.

However, this should remain at the design level.

Lu Mingfei ignored his words and glanced at the tablet, where the green dot was moving rapidly.

"You go and save people, and I'll leave it here."

He handed the tablet to Fingal behind him.

"Yes."

Fingal and Maymoon were ordered to run outside.

The main force of the base garrison has been swept away by them, and the remaining small fish and shrimp can no longer pose any threat.

With the wisdom of the philosopher, he naturally guessed that a tracking device was installed on the body of the young girl.

"It's been sealed for more than a thousand years, and my brain is really rusty, and I can't even think of it."

He smiled self-deprecatingly.

Although I am trying to adapt to the new world, my thinking is still stuck in the old era.

"Are you a half-breed or a dragon?"

Lu Mingfei asked in a deep voice.

If it were an ordinary person, then the one standing here should be Yuan Zhinu.

"Does it make a difference?"

The Philosopher asked rhetorically.

Indeed, there is no difference.

Even if it is a half-blood, after killing so many humans, it is already an alien.

Feeling Lu Mingfei's overwhelming killing intent, the philosopher's indifferent expression gradually became solemn.

Such a powerful momentum he had never seen when he was fighting with his own clan.

But if you want to say that the other party is a dragon, he doesn't have the induction between bloodlines.

"You"

Just as the angel was about to ask a question, a huge fist smashed over.

The flames of the thrusters stained the chamber blue, and the fierce wind of fists rattled his robes with a hunting sound.

In the face of such a dangerous punch, the angel had no intention of dodging.

He was originally the most warlike group in the next generation, otherwise he would not have been jealous of the monarch and sealed with a black hand.

The philosopher angel swiped his right foot, his body was shaped like a bow, and his right fist shot out like an arrow, and then he came back, and he was in the middle of Lu Mingfei's hand armor.

Punch to fist, the huge impact shook the ground.

The empty-handed fight actually created a heavy fire bombardment.

"Has human technology developed to this point?"

Looking at the twisted and deformed fingers, the angel sighed.

There was shock, some amazement, and a hint of excitement in it.

"The wisdom of human beings is beyond the imagination of you aliens."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

At the same time, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The other party should not have used the spirit of words, but he was able to resist the advance of the power armor with a humanoid hard punch.

Even if Lu Mingfei didn't use the Rapid Walking Breathing Method, the performance of this dragon clan was second only to Izanami and the Combined Dragon King.

"Human intelligence?"

The philosopher angel smiled, his eyes blurred for a moment, as if he was remembering something.

"Then let me see if human wisdom can overcome the power of blood."

The legs under his robes suddenly rose high and slashed like a tomahawk.

Lu Mingfei stopped with his cross arm, and a vigorous force pressed down, and the power armor made an overwhelming sound.

Looking at the injured right hand of the angel, it has completely recovered at this moment, and if it weren't for some residual bloodstains, no one would have imagined that this hand had just been crippled.

A mocking smile appeared on his face, if it weren't for the fact that these people were clever enough to use the White King Half-Blood as bait, how could he have obtained such a powerful spirit of speech.

(End of chapter)