Dragon Clan: Starting from obtaining Yaki, counterattack against the gods

Chapter 164: Half-Blood Monarch (I)

The terrifying area exploded, black flames spread and boiled, Yuan Zhisheng gritted his teeth, and slammed his head hard into the man's forehead.

Yagyu Shinkage-ryu·Swordless Fighting·Dragon Head Hammer.

This is a rare unarmed combat technique in Japanese kendo, which was finally formed in the hands of the sword master Yagyu Ishifune Sogen. Its secret is to crash into the opponent's arms and snatch the sword.

A brilliant color flashed in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes. The man in black robe retreated the moment he was hit, but at the last moment he pulled out the knife that was stuck in Yuan Zhisheng's bone and prevented it from being taken away.

This undoubtedly caused secondary damage to the wound, and blood gushed out violently. Yuan Zhisheng stretched out his hand to cover it tightly, but scarlet blood still flowed out from between his fingers.

Yuan Zhi had only met one person in his life who could cut a dragon's bones into pieces with one sword, and that was his sister. The one in front of him was the second one.

However, he was obviously not as strong as his good sister. You know, at that time, Gen Chitose almost split him in half with one knife when he was in a dragon bone state, and this was the result of mercy. But even so, he lost his combat effectiveness on the spot.

As for the man in front of him, although his dragon bones were also shattered, the knife was stuck in his bones that had been strengthened by the royal blood, and his strength was greatly reduced.

"As expected of an S-rank." The man in black robe raised his head. The black robe on his head was knocked over by the blow, revealing a face as dry as a skull.

The man's eye sockets were sunken and his entire face was without a trace of flesh and blood, as if it was just a layer of skin wrapped around bones. The black skin was full of wrinkles. It was not a human face at all, it was the face of a mummy.

"Hey, whose body was not buried properly that made you crawl out?"

An indecent voice sounded from behind Yuan Zhisheng. When Yuan Zhisheng turned around, he saw a man in school uniform and black stockings on his head. He looked like some low-class bank robber.

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

Perhaps sensing Yuan Zhisheng's silence, the man in stockings scratched the stockings on his head, with some helplessness in his voice:
"I came all the way here to save you, so you shouldn't worry about my attire, right? Besides, time is so urgent, so I'll definitely use whatever I can!"

Yuan Zhisheng hesitated. He felt that the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a moment. Moreover, with a strong enemy at his side, he had to give up thinking for the time being.

Seeing someone coming, the mummy-like man didn't care. He ignored the two people's vigilant gazes, raised the knife that was still dripping with blood, licked it with an intoxicated look on his face, and then his eyes flashed with excitement.

It looked like a thirsty drug addict who finally got comfort, or like a starving ghost who finally got a delicacy. This perverted behavior looked so horrifying that Mr. Stockings couldn't help but poke Yuan Zhisheng.

"Brother, you look delicious."

Yuan Zhisheng suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and said in a cold voice: "Do you have a knife?"

"Yes, but you are injured, can you still fight?" Mr. Silk Stockings hesitated: "I only have a knife. If it doesn't work, I can help you hold him off for a while and you can just run away. He doesn't dare to be so presumptuous in the academy."

"Give me the knife."

"It's up to you." The man took out a knife from his waist and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng, while he couldn't help nagging: "Don't be so stubborn, if something really happens to you, your sister will chop me up."

"I just sent her a message. She should be on her way here now."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but look back at him with a speechless expression, but this funny man just spread his hands.

"Okay, then..." Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath: "Quick battle, quick decision."

He swung his sword violently, and a fierce murderous aura emanated from his whole body. He stomped on the ground suddenly, and his whole body turned into a shadow. The black long sword was sheathed in front of his chest. Several types of attacks were hidden in this preparatory action!
Heart-Shaped Sword Style·Four Phases and Eight Phases!
The so-called eight phases are eight terrifying scenes, namely red flame, Shura, Rakshasa, and the underworld. When this knife is slashed out, murderous aura is condensed on the blade. It doesn't matter even if it rushes into a furnace, and even if there are iron nails under your feet, you will step on them without hesitation.

The so-called ancient killing sword requires the awareness of giving up everything. The black-robed man was surrounded by terrifying black flames, but Yuan Zhisheng didn't care and stepped into the field so easily, allowing the flames to sweep over him.

This is what a murderous sword is like. When you hold the sword, you are in hell!
The black long sword chopped hard on the sword of the man in black robe, and there was a loud buzzing sound. Yuan Zhisheng drew his sword with his backhand and chopped at the air, using the opening moves of "Curling Blade Flow" and "Reverse Curling Blade Flow" in succession.

His movements were extremely fast and powerful, and he held the knife in his hand like an emperor who possessed power. As he exerted force, the wound on his shoulder continued to bleed, but he didn't care. He just stabbed the man in black robe again and again, causing him to retreat again and again.

Unlike Minamoto no Chitose who learned swordsmanship halfway through, Minamoto no Chisei learned the purest ancient swordsmanship from a kendo master in the Snake Eight Families. In terms of using a sword alone, he is even better than Minamoto no Chitose.

Before the Meiji Restoration in Japan, the sword was the life of a samurai, and the life of a samurai was bloody. It was an era of killers, and ronin walked the streets with wolf-like eyes, and would kill people at the slightest disagreement.

In that era, swordsmanship was used to kill people, so the most eerie, tragic and brutal swordsmanship was developed. It was completely different from the elegant and decent Japanese swordsmanship of today. Only those who survived were decent. In order to kill people, one could be like a wolf, a rat, or even a demon.

This is the so-called ancient killing sword.

The only spectator nearby was stunned and couldn't help muttering: "Where is the sissy?" Sure enough, as the girl's brother, how could he be a real loser?

Watching the black-robed man's knife being forcibly swept away by Yuan Zhisheng in a strange posture, he even felt that he might not need to make such a trip at all. He really underestimated this former young master.

But just when he hesitated and took out his cell phone, preparing to send a message to a humanoid dragon telling her that she didn't need to come and her brother would handle it himself, something unexpected happened!

Even his weapon was swept away, and the man in black finally had no strength to resist, so Yuan Zhisheng slashed at him fiercely with his sword.

The last sword of the "Rolling Blade Style" is "Tenpyo Ichimonji". The sword is unleashed like a wall pushed in front of you, with a murderous aura so strong that it is suffocating.

But when he chopped the black-robed man with such a fierce blow, it made a harsh sound, like a knife hitting metal.

The black robe was cut in half, revealing the withered body underneath. The man was covered in scales, as fine as snake scales, which tightly wrapped his body. There were faintly visible fine bone spurs protruding from the joints, like some kind of deformed monster.

Yuan Zhisheng's knife cut on these scales, leaving only a faint white mark.

"Oh my god, what kind of monster is this?" Mr. Silk Stockings was stunned. "With this level of distortion, it should have turned into a mindless Deadpool long ago, right?!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Come and help if you're not dead!" Yuan Zhisheng yelled.

And when he roared, the blazing flames surged again, almost whizzing past Yuan Zhisheng's body. The scorching temperature remained on his skin like a branding iron, causing a burning pain.

"Damn, this is such a hassle! No one noticed the commotion? Why hasn't anyone come yet?!"

Mr. Stockings cursed softly, and his muscles suddenly swelled up, his skin turned a light bronze color, and he rushed into the fire like a strongman, punching the shriveled man in the middle of the fire.

With his restraint, Yuan Zhisheng quickly drew his sword and retreated. He "blood-vibrated" with one hand and chanted the ancient language in the area full of burning flames.

The area expanded slowly and looked very gentle. The border reflected a faint fluorescence and looked so inconspicuous in the horrific fire scene.

But at the moment when this gentle field enveloped the man in black robe, the man suddenly paused, as if he was forced to stay in place by some kind of spell, or as if a smoothly running software suddenly froze.

Mr. Stockings took the opportunity to knock the man to the ground with a fierce punch and looked back in surprise, because he didn't feel anything unusual. But he soon found something wrong, because the ground under the man he knocked to the ground was cracking, indicating that there was an astonishing force pressing on the ground.

The mummy-like man was slowly standing up. As he moved, his bones made crisp creaking sounds and his scales opened and closed rapidly, as if he was fighting against something.

Yuan Zhisheng walked into the sea of ​​fire holding a black long knife and chopped it hard at the man's neck. The blade made a harsh sound when it hit the dense scales on his neck.

Mr. Stockings stood behind him as a human wall to block the roaring flames for him. His bronze skin looked not only invulnerable to swords and guns, but also had first-rate fire resistance. The only problem was that the black stockings on his head shrank when exposed to the heat, and the effect of being tied around his head was very funny.

Yuan Zhisheng swung his sword again and again with increasing force. The sword light flashed like the tide. He could no longer remember how many times he had chopped, because the number had no meaning in the end.

He was like a "tree chopper", monotonous and repetitive without any aesthetic appeal, but under the tidal force, the dense scales finally broke, and a fountain of black blood gushed out from the broken neck.

Finally, with his last swing of the sword, the head rolled down, the skinny body fell down powerlessly, and the fire field shattered instantly.

Mr. Stockings then breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned around, he saw his companion staggering all over, with purple-black capillaries protruding from the surface of his skin. The wound on his shoulder was bleeding like a fountain, completely staining his school uniform red.

The terrifying words of unknown effect seemed to have put a heavy burden on his body, and the man had reached the end of his strength.

There seemed to be hurried footsteps heard in the distance. Mr. Stockings made a quick decision and picked up the weak man on his back and was about to leave. However, before he could move, Yuan Zhisheng spoke.

Yuan Zhisheng said, "I can't leave yet, so leave me alone. Take the head away and show it to Zhinv. It's a little abnormal. Ask her to come to the hospital to replace me."

Mr. Stockings was stunned for a moment, then he understood something. Without saying anything, he dropped Yuan Zhisheng and picked up the head on the ground and ran away. He jumped into the bushes like an agile leopard and disappeared in a short while.

Yuan Zhisheng checked his hair and clothes that were burned by the flames, and made sure that he would not be exposed, so he continued to stand where he was.

Looking at the several instructors who had hurried over and some students who were watching the fun, Yuan Zhisheng lowered his voice, and his already hoarse voice suddenly became even more indistinguishable between man and woman.

He spoke word by word: "I want to see the principal."

(End of this chapter)