I, who was supposed to slay dragons, accidentally started cultivating immortals

Chapter 286 Brother, borrow some strength
In the middle of the night, on the Moniach, the torrential rain roared.

"Mixed race, what's your name?" Long looked at Lu Mingfei and asked, "I recognize your strength, and before you die, I allow you to report your name."

"When you die, I will engrave it on your tombstone." Lu Mingfei choked back coldly.

Although in his cognition, there shouldn't be a word spirit that can attack or curse the opponent by knowing the opponent's name, but it is a bit stupid to give the enemy real information.

"You should be really glad that you met me, otherwise you would have been a corpse hanged on the stake." Long has been lurking in human society for a long time, but he has to admit that he is really a headache for being so indebted to humans. See you once.

"What's your name? This is convenient for me to engrave on your tombstone," Lu Mingfei said, "I hope you don't mind that your tomb is a clothes tomb, after all, you dragons are very valuable."

"Tyr, remember this name, from now on you will serve my order supremely," Long closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath: "I will turn you into a quiet servant."

"Tyr? The god of war in Norse mythology? According to the myth, shouldn't you have only one arm?"

Lu Mingfei was teasing, but his eyes fell on Tier's right arm - about [-] centimeters below the shoulder, there was a neat black line on the surface of the scales there, bounded by the line, the scales at the upper and lower ends were not neat ground alignment.

Till fell into a weird silence, but judging from its expression and eyes, it was definitely not because Lu Mingfei was about to have any warm things.

"It seems that you are really missing an arm, it's just the resilience of the dragon..."

Lu Mingfei stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and the invisible wind blades shredded the raindrops, flying and cutting towards him and Old Tang from all directions.

Word Spirit Vampire Scythe.

Lu Mingfei raised the cavalry knife in his hand, and the cold white entity extended from the blade. The cavalry knife moved smoothly and complicatedly in the air, and the air flowing in the wind blade could no longer gather and form where it touched, but naturally dispersed. open.

This is the alchemy field he left behind in this weapon. It is similar to Chu Zihang's sword, but it is more inclined to the entity.

Old Tang was more direct, waving the barrier knife like a fan with one hand, and abruptly slapped away all the wind blades close to him with the blade.

In fact, Lu Mingfei can completely block these wind blades with Zhiming Zhenyue Xuanzhong, and Old Tang can easily carry them down with a clean place. Under the god-level Yanling, although Yanling has an advantage when facing flesh and blood, But it is often difficult to have any outstanding effect against other spirits, so the battles between dragons with little difference in blood usually end with one party tearing the other's flesh and heart in the most cruel and primitive way, not them They don't know how to use words, but everyone knows how to use words, so in the end they will still fall into the most primitive physical fighting.

Of course, those god-level word spirits that can cause permanent changes in the terrain are not included. Usually, even the releaser himself cannot escape its destruction, let alone the enemy?
However, this is a battle between dragons and dragons. This rule does not apply to hybrids, because generally speaking, hybrids can only master one kind of speech ability. It is also the high-ranking speech spirit of the former speech spirit. It is impossible for a person's speech spirit to be Mingzhao, but to become a sword master after advanced.

Therefore, it is inconvenient for Lu Mingfei to use spells to compete with Tyre's speech spirit, and Old Tang can't use Clean Land, because other people are still watching them through the glass in the main control room.

But even without using the second language power, the performance of Lu Mingfei and Old Tang was already terrifying enough.

"What are they doing, why are they suddenly dancing with knives? Is it some kind of mysterious ceremony?" Someone in the main control room asked in a low voice.

"They should be fighting against the vampiric scythe in the air." Caesar narrowed his eyes.

His speech spirit is sickle weasel, so he has a strong perception of wind elements. If he can advance, he will become a blood-sucking sickle, which is advanced from an auxiliary eye that strengthens hearing to a very lethal wind control. Elemental tears the target's speech.

Just seeing Lu Mingfei and Old Tang brandishing their weapons continuously, the raindrops around them were splashed by Zhenfei, but there were no wounds on their bodies, Caesar felt that this "extremely lethal" might have to be put with a question mark.

"I'll go out and help them." Wiglaf was about to go out - she didn't plan to go back to the main control room, but Su Xiaoqiang forced her in.

"Come back! It's not like they are fighting pure-blooded dragons, people with insufficient blood will only add to the chaos!" Professor Mance stopped Wiglaf who was about to leave.

"People of the Beowulf family will not be controlled by dragons." Wiglaf took off the hilt of his sword at his waist. "It's too dangerous to rely on the two of them alone."

Professor Mance was silent for a moment, then nodded.

He still knew the reputation of the Beowulf family. Since Wiglaf was a member of the Beowulf family, there was absolutely no doubt about his strength. At least he would not hold back Lu Mingfei and Old Tang in the past.

Su Xiaoqiang next to him opened his mouth, trying to persuade Wiglaf that this dragon should have been playing with a playful attitude up to now, and its real strength is far more terrifying than others predicted.

But she didn't know how to speak, she couldn't say that I could feel the breath of that dragon, right?

"I'll go too." Caesar pulled out Dick Tudor. He came in mainly to "escort", to put it bluntly, to retreat with the others. To buy time, since everyone has come in now, he can naturally help. His pride does not allow him to stand in the main control room and watch others desperately.

Su Xiaoqian:  …

In fact, she also wanted to go, but reason told her that it would be a burden if she went, she didn't even dare to let the magic power dissipate from the Lingtai, for fear that when the time came, she would go up to send it off, which would drag Lu Mingfei down instead.

Caesar and Wiglaf walked out of the main control room and walked into the rain with swords in their hands. Their expressions were firm. Lu Mingfei and Old Tang who were not far away felt a "thump" in their hearts.

What are you two doing out here?

It was a dream to sneak attack from such a long distance. Caesar and Wiglaf simply rushed towards the dragon with their weapons in hand, until they were far away from the main control room and stepped into the range of the vampiric scythe.

Tire glanced at Old Tang and Fingel with great interest, and another part of the wind blade whizzed towards them.

It wasn't until he faced the vampiric scythe released by the pure-blooded dragon that Caesar realized what kind of pressure Lu Mingfei and Old Tang were under. Those wind blades were not only extremely fast and hard to detect, but also exaggeratedly powerful. Once I tried to scatter the wind blade with Dick Tudor, it felt like a two-meter-tall man raised the giant ax over his head and chopped it down, and he wanted to slap the giant ax away.

In just a few seconds, Caesar and Wiglaf had several wounds on their bodies, and blood sprayed out and mixed with the rain.

"Quickly get out!" Lu Mingfei secretly cursed at the two teammates for cheating his teammates. After cutting through a few wind blades with his backhand, the cavalry knife slashed down towards Tire. The cold white crescent-shaped knife broke away from the blade, as if in a flash The passing flash appeared in front of Tyre across tens of meters.

He still raised his forearm to block it, but this time, a little blood seeped out from a long and narrow wound on the scale armor. Although the small wound healed after only a short moment, there was no doubt that Pokong The knife gang hurt it.

The wind blade created by the blood-sucking sickle in the domain froze slightly. Lu Mingfei and Old Tang took the opportunity to move forward and approach Tire while swaying the wind blade. When Er slammed down, although part of it was torn and deformed by the wind blade, its power remained undiminished. When it fell towards Tyr, it was swept away violently by the dragon's claws and tail.

"Brother Norton, can you see where this guy came from?" Old Tang asked curiously.

He didn't try his best, firstly, it would make him seem unreasonably strong, and secondly, Brother Fei had just quietly told him not to kill the dragon if he could, and let the dragon go after he gave the signal.

"Tyl? It's him...he is one of the few in the clan who has brains," Norton said, "but in the end he is just a duke, and because he thinks too much, he didn't make a desperate attempt to be called a prince. courage."

"Prince? How can a duke advance to become a prince?" Old Tang was stunned. Isn't this the same as the second-generation species advancing to the first-generation species?

"If you completely devour a prince and survive the backlash, you can be called the new prince," Norton said, "although almost all those who dare to do so die under the majesty of the prince, or completely perish in the backlash."

"You don't have to worry about its threat," Norton said disdainfully, "Even if Tyrfing is in its hands, it won't dare to use it."

"By the way, Brother Norton, why did you name that sword Tyrfing? Could it have something to do with the one named Tyr?" Old Tang wondered.

"It doesn't matter. The name should be just a coincidence. I didn't get the name, and I didn't get the sword," Norton snorted coldly, "I won't forge something with fatal flaws like this."

The distance between Lu Mingfei and the dragon was getting closer and closer, and the dragon actually started to back away—the golden flame said that the spiritual temperature was too high, and the dragon was made of flesh and blood, even he couldn't bear the high temperature.

Lu Mingfei has already burst into blood for a while. On the premise of not bursting into blood again and using Danshan, his speed and physical fitness are not as good as this dragon - of course, if he shows that he can be comparable to dragons for no reason Physical fitness, the secret party will definitely discuss putting him on an isolated ocean island for isolation.

However, not being able to catch up is not a big problem.

Seeing that the distance between the dragon and himself is getting farther and farther, and even the dragon has retreated overboard and is about to fly, Lu Mingfei thought, golden flames surged out from around his body out of thin air, at a faster speed than the dragon It spread towards it, completely ignoring the surrounding rainstorm and the strong wind blown by the dragon, and finally completely enveloped the dragon in mid-air outside the ship.

However, the expected burnt smell did not appear. Through the bright golden flame, Lu Mingfei could vaguely see a spherical interface in it.

Another dust-free place?Can this broken word spirit be banned?Does it affect game balance too much?

Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

This word spirit called Clean Land is outrageously ranked in the top three among all the word spirits he has seen. Although it is explained from a scientific point of view that it was born out of thin air and the high-speed rotating airflow isolates and repels things, but in fact it Many manifestations of human beings are completely unexplainable by this "high-speed airflow" theory. In history, there were mixed races who used this language to repel bacteria in the battlefield to form an artificial sterile room and then perform surgery on the wounded!In the world of words and spirits, its degree of mystery can be said to be second only to Principal Angers' Time Zero.

Last time in the Bronze City, the third-generation species used this word spirit to briefly resist the scorching of the bright flames whose temperature exceeded the surface of the sun, and now this dragon whose breath is suspected to be the second-generation species is also playing this hand.

But it doesn't matter, during the release period of the clean land, you can't act. This word spirit is drinking poison to quench your thirst in front of Ming Guangyan. The flame is isolated from the outside, but the heat penetrates in. Even the next generation can't use the clean land to isolate the high temperature. It is possible to replace Old Tang, but he does not need to be isolated from the high temperature.

But is this dragon too weak?In terms of breath, this dragon gave him almost the same feeling as the first generation in the Bronze City, but its strength was not as good as that of the third generation. Even if it has a humanoid body, it shouldn't be so weak. It feels a bit like Constantine who just woke up, but it's not too similar...

Bright and dazzling crimson light radiated from the inside of the bright flame, rendering the original golden flame into a golden red. Lu Mingfei vaguely felt that the dragon-like aura on Tyre's body was mixed with a brutal murderous aura. Its aura was almost the same as The sword melted into one.

The corner of Lu Mingfei's mouth twitched twice, and he turned to look at Old Tang—what did you let Xiaoqiang and the others bring out of the Bronze City?
The corners of Old Tang's mouth also twitched. A minute ago, Norton swore that Tyr would not use Tyrfing.

However, it is also understandable that facing a cursed weapon, although it may end badly after using it, if you are surrounded by thousands of degrees of flame outside, the issue of the curse is actually not very urgent.

Ming Guangyan was torn apart by the red light, the dragon was suspended outside the ship, and the long sword with a fiery red blade in his hand hung down, and the red light that came out seemed to have a solid substance.

The breath of the dragon suddenly rose, and the red light shone towards Lu Mingfei. It was not real light, it should be some kind of special "substance". Although the speed was not slow, it was completely incomparable with the speed of light. Lu Mingfei thought The alarm bell was loud, and the red light could be avoided. A hole the size of a washbasin was melted in the class A under the feet. I don’t know how many layers were melted down. I just hope that the boat will not be pierced directly, otherwise it will be troublesome if the water leaks .

"You are by no means a hybrid. Hybrids can't do this kind of thing." Tier looked down at Lu Mingfei, whose golden pupils were covered with a red light, "Who the hell are you?"

Brother, when I said I was pure blood, I was just joking with you, but I didn't expect you to believe me.Lu Mingfei complained in his heart.

"Brother Lu!" Not far away, Zhou Minhao ran over carrying the Dragon Slaying Platform.

One or two to send, right?You really understand me, are you all afraid that I will win?

Lu Mingfei complained in his heart, but his eyes fell on the Dragon Slaying Platform that Zhou Minhao was carrying.

"Brother Zhou! Use the Dragon Slaying Platform!" Lu Mingfei shouted.

Tire looked at Zhou Minhao in the distance, or the epee with sheath in his hand.

What a ghost, where did you get so many precious weapons?Tire fell into deep doubts. Could it be that the alchemy of the mixed race has developed to this point?
The red light on Tyre's Front shined again, and this time the target was Zhou Minhao.

Unlike Lu Mingfei, Zhou Minhao had no time to avoid the red light. If nothing happened, Zhou Minhao would be hit head-on by the red light.

However, a flaming shuttle chased after the red light at a faster speed, and then exploded suddenly. During the explosion, it was the red light's turn to be torn apart—it was really like some kind of entity that was broken into pieces in the explosion and dissipate.

During the explosion, a heat wave swept across, and Zhou Minhao threw the dragon-slaying platform at Lu Mingfei violently: "Brother Lu, don't draw your sword, you will die... Damn it!"

Before Zhou Minhao finished his warning, Lu Mingfei, who caught the scabbard of Zhanlongtai, flicked it, and the scabbard fell off, flying far away, revealing half of the broken sword.

The passionate dragon chant resounded, and the dragon-slaying platform trembled violently. The bronze chain at the end wrapped up around Lu Mingfei's forearm, like a wrist guard connected with a sword.

Lu Mingfei's consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and the surroundings turned into an endless desert. Above his head was a bright night sky, but there were no stars, only densely packed eyes.

The biggest of all eyes looked down at Lu Mingfei, revealing human emotions.

"Brother," Lu Mingfei looked up at that eye, "Can I borrow some strength?"

His eyes were silent for a long time, and he let out a dull voice: "Yes."

　I'm really not good at writing battles, so I'll try to simplify this kind of scene in the future... I wrote it in pain, and you guys will see it even more painful...

　　
　
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