Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Amidst the intensive gunfire, Misbuki Sakura put one hand on the bar without hesitation and jumped sideways. Her free hand turned into a sharp whip and swung it at the bartender. At the same time, Yasha held down the bartender and prepared to draw his gun. With the shooting arm, the two of them hit it hard head on and at the same time pulled Fujimaru Ritsuka over the wine table and leaned down.

The frantic gunfire never stopped, suppressing fire at the four people's positions.

Crow didn't even look at the hail of bullets behind him. He fired at the fierce ghost dragon kings and at the same time moved towards the nearest pillar. The two men moved while fighting, gradually approaching the stairs, as if they were planning to move the battlefield to other floors.

Of course, it was expected that the Russian gangsters would not dare to shoot in his direction, after all, next to him was the Dragon King of the Fierce Ghosts.

"Crow-san"

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood what the crow meant as soon as he landed on the ground.

Since there is no way to choose between the fate of the four people and the fate of the Dragon King.

Then choose to have both and act separately!

Of course, since the opponent is one of the top ones among the fierce ghosts, he is naturally powerful. Crow probably just intends to lure him away to delay, otherwise he would not choose the strategy of running and shooting at the same time.

On the other side, the three of them needed to deal with the idle people in the hall before going to support him.

Although she had never cooperated with the three crows, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had experienced countless battles large and small, understood his situation almost instantly.

So, now that the situation has been determined, what should I do to break it?

Go on your own? Don't be kidding, this isn't some Long Aotian battlefield, and I'm not even a Japanese high school student yet. A dense barrage of countless bullets is being carried in front of my face, beating down the well-trained Russian strong men one by one?

Hmm. If a sneak attack is still possible, but now that the viewing angle is restricted, the success rate will be greatly reduced.

At most, there is only 95% certainty.

And most importantly, it will undoubtedly take time.

It just so happens that what we are lacking most now is time.

In this case

"Yaksha-san, Miss Sakura, I already noted the locations of the people on the other side when I entered."

There was no nonsense. Fujimaru Ritsuka knew that the bar they were hiding in could not withstand the onslaught of guns from the opposite side for long. The usually cheerful and casual girl looked extremely serious at the moment.

Needless to say, Shibuki Sakura, for the first time, Yasha's face that was usually full of energy also had a slightly imperceptible solemnity. After all, Crow Sang's current situation is indeed not optimistic.

"After I went back, I looked at the genealogy chart of the word spirit. Miss Sakura, your word spirit is [Yinliu], right?"

Yan Ling is a combat method that controls the flow of elements in the world. According to the data, the dragons in their era were able to easily manipulate the elements of the world and transform them into the form of "word spirits".

It has a similar structure to magic, or the magic of the Age of Gods.

Flames, floods, explosions that devour the world, or annihilate everything, attacks that cannot be summed up in words.

Creatures like hybrids are the defective product of the cross between humans and dragons. They cannot sense the existence of elements. Generally speaking, they communicate with elements indirectly through the resonance of dragon texts and dragon bloodlines.

In this way, each hybrid can determine the certain speech spirit he can use from birth.

Although the Kotorei who lost Fuki Sakura was not mentioned explicitly, but according to Fujimaru Ritsuka's memories, it should be something called Kotorei and Yinliu.

The releaser of Yin Ling Yin Liu focuses on himself and controls the direction of the wind in a large area. Being able to construct extremely thin but extremely strong air flow channels at will is called "yin flow".

The Yin current itself has no extraordinary lethality, but if the releaser throws aerodynamic micro-cutting tools into the airflow channel, these cutting tools will be accelerated to incredibly high speeds, producing astonishing lethality.

This word spirit's control of the air is extremely precise and subtle, and it can control multiple airflow channels at the same time. If there are enough blades, this word spirit can create a metal storm.

There is no doubt that this is a word spirit specially used for assassination, and it can kill almost invisible.

Most importantly, it perfectly fits the current requirements and can kill almost all enemies in the way at the same time.

But in Fujimaru Ritsuka's view, this genling has two flaws.

The first flaw is that because it uses airflow to push the blade, the blade must be thin and light. These blades are difficult to be effective when facing targets with full-body hardening, and it is difficult to penetrate their defenses.

Flaw 2: This does not apply to the frontal battlefield. Although the air itself is invisible, as long as the martial arts attainment reaches a certain level, even those with sufficient observation and intuition, and sufficient combat experience, can obtain the attack path by observing the environment. thereby avoiding.

In the current situation, it is generally not easy to use.

The gangsters on the opposite side are crushing quality with quantity. Countless firearms spurt out fiery tongues of fire, and they keep pulling the triggers. Countless bullets fly out. There is no doubt that the use of Yin Flow will be hindered, and the sharp weapons thrown may even be destroyed midway. Knock down.

They need to shift their goals

The gunshots continued, but the girl's thinking never stopped. Fujimaru Ritsuka came to a conclusion and quickly explained his views to the two of them.

"The answer is correct, so, what are you going to do?"

Yasha seemed to be careless about what the girl said, and occasionally he would shoot blindly behind the table with his backhand. His other hand actually took out his mobile phone, possibly asking for support from his family, but he did not type immediately. Instead, he Scan the contents with your eyes.

"So I'm going to go out and be bait."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked very serious. She must convince these two people to trust her now.

"As you have seen a few days ago, I can evade bullets to a certain extent, so as long as I am caught by surprise, I can delay it for a while. As long as Miss Sakura can use the undercurrent to clean the opponent Tutu during this period, it will be fine~ "

Misbuki Sakura nodded in approval, and Yasha couldn't find any dissatisfaction with this plan.

No, there are still things you have to say.

"Then you and I will go as bait together——"

Yasha seemed to have finished reading the content on his phone and closed it before saying.

"Don't show that surprised expression. We have seen this kind of scene many times. Every time, Crow and I are responsible for being the bait to attract attention. Miss Sakura kills randomly. I have much more experience in this regard than you."

For things like the underworld, it is not surprising to die one day. Although it is rare to be surrounded and killed like today, after all, it is not every day that you encounter fierce ghosts going crazy, Yasha thought to himself.

".I see."

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not refute anything. After all, she is a mature Master who has experienced the journey of salvation. Naturally, she knows that she is just a newcomer and is not qualified to make any corrections to the plan. Besides, they all trust her, so she must respond accordingly. Trust is the basis of companionship.

So Fujimaru Ritsuka just talked about the position on the opposite side that he observed, and then spoke.

"Then I will count to one and throw the bar over to create some noise. Mr. Yasha can rush out with me."

"Ok~Wait a minute, what did you say you were going to throw over there?"

"Three—two—one—"

"wait--!?!"

pound! ! ——————————

In Yasha's eyes, the girl's figure was blurred.

It was an afterimage left in an instant. Even with the reflexes of Yasha, an elite of the eight Sheqi families, he could only briefly see the end of the afterimage.

It was a shoe, dark red with white stripes, it seemed to be from the Nike brand.

In the next frame, the soles of the shoes touched the bar, and the wooden board was dented, stretched, and the whole piece stood up. The hard large piece of redwood suddenly took on a fibrous posture and was extended, and then completely separated with an eardrum-shaking popping sound for five years. Meters and dozens of centimeters thick wooden boards took off as if they were loaded with power fuel, breaking through the air and flying out!

This was not over yet. Under Yasha's smacking gaze, he clearly saw this time that the girl turned around and kicked her twice more before the board flew out.

Several wooden boards flew out, hitting several Russian gangsters with such accuracy. Amid the screams, the storm of bullets stopped for a moment.

At the same time, the three people under the bar quickly separated.

When they came to their senses, they could no longer catch anyone. The sparks followed the heels of the three people, but there was no sign of hitting them.

That's natural, Yasha is an experienced gangster, Sakura Sakura is a killer who has been trained since childhood, and Ritsuka Fujimaru.

she.

She is the "master"!

There is no one on this planet who is better at surviving than I, Fujimaru Ritsuka!

The palm of her hand brushed the table and she exerted force instantly. The girl turned over to avoid a series of bullets. Her eyes flickered while she moved left and right. Her center of gravity moved down and her whole body was in a rickety state, but she moved extremely quickly.

The orange-red figure kept moving sideways, dodging bullets in blind spots and even under the eyes of the mafia. He even pulled up the artificial flowers placed on the table in the hall, using his forearms to coordinate with his shoulders and elbows. , the fake flower suddenly disappeared in his hand.

A strong Russian man looked at his colleague whose head was blown open by a fake flower, and his face turned from white to blue.

Yasha didn't have time to marvel. He also attracted some of the firepower and killed some idiots who were shooting at fixed points.

Of course, no matter how strong Fujimaru Ritsuka is, he cannot use magic to kill everyone at once, so the confrontation lasts only a few seconds, and the number of enemies killed by Yasha and Fujimaru Ritsuka has not yet broken into double digits.

But in a sense, the battle is almost over.

"Oh!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced back during her leisure time while walking around in the hail of bullets, only to realize that Misuki Sakura was fully prepared.

At this moment, the girl is no longer wearing casual clothes for disguise. Just like during the interview, the real face of the woman named Misbuki Sakura under the disguise is always that dark outfit.

She is considered tall and slender among Japanese girls, and she moves so freely even in a space filled with gunfire, once again revealing the black fabric that clings to her body and the densely packed metal blades on it.

Shibuki Sakura opened her eyes. At that moment, the gold in her eyes actually covered the luxurious decoration of this golden hall.

Finally, she waved her hands continuously in the air. Most people could only hear the sounds and the fierce wind they pulled in the air, but Fujimaru Ritsuka could see the elegant and cruel arcs and the deadly white flash.

These deadly metal blades were not aimed or hesitated, nor were they as stealthy as a sniper. Misuki Sakura simply drew out the hidden metal blades from different places on her body with both hands, and swung them out like a calligraphy master splashing ink to write.

With her as the center, the silver light flew like a butterfly, leaving a wonderful arc and weaving into a storm of thin metal blades!

Fujimaru Ritsuka now understood that Misuki Sakura was indeed very strong. They had only tested their melee skills in the interview room that day. Even if Misuki Sakura used the word spirit, it was only symbolic. If she really let If she takes it seriously, she might even feel a little troubled.

In the girl's sighing eyes, the storm swept across the entire space.

It was an extremely short melody.

Metal clattered, not even the screams needed to be left behind.

The hand falls and the sound is finished.