Pokémon Dream Walker

The two-headed tyrannosaurus is a very weird elf.

Let’s not talk about their strength or their personalities for now, just their hobbies.

Yes, they should be used to refer to it.

It does not refer to a racial group, but to individuals also use "them".

Because there are two consciousnesses in the body of the two-headed tyrannosaurus, their common hobby is to eat desperately.

But one thing to note is that they are not addicted to food.

The relationship between their two heads is very bad. They both want to eat more than the other to gain dominance in evolution. After eating up the food in their territory, they will move to other areas. The two heads are often covered in bruises due to the competition for food. And also because sharing the same body is often stressful.

To sum it up, what a weird thing!

It has to be said that threatening the two-headed tyrannosaurs with food is very effective. From their reactions, it can be seen that Barack has trained them in this way.

The two dragon heads stared at Shang He together. Although their eyes could not be seen, they could feel that they were glaring angrily.

roar!

roar!

With two roars in succession, two blue flames of dragon breath were sprayed out, heading straight towards Shang He's face.

Are you afraid of the level 50+ double-headed tyrannosaurus, this dragon's breath trick?

If the person standing opposite him is a trainer, even a guy with no training status but no skills, as long as the two-headed tyrannosaurus can be made to obey the command, Shang He will immediately turn around and run away.

Dual consciousness + level suppression + attribute disadvantage + quasi-god aura =? ? ?

It is really difficult to guarantee victory in a battle. If you rely on the numerical advantage of your legions to swarm them, there is a high probability that they will overturn.

But fortunately, the opponent is not a trainer, so he may not be able to accurately command the two-headed tyrannosaurus to fight.

It can be seen from the uneasy look on Barack's face and the sudden attack.

The dragon's breath is blazing.

A strong breath hit my face, and the high-temperature hot wind carried a special feeling, as if it was blowing out a massive amount of charged particles, which hit my face and caused a sense of numbness.

Shang He took his time and used his spiritual power to communicate with the two strongest candlelight spirits.

"Dark Shadow!"

Two candlelight spirits suddenly jumped out from the shadows in the corner, and the elongated shadows behind them stood up like eerie ghosts. After touching and splicing together, they turned into a black night curtain, blocking the two dragon breaths and trapping them.

The shadow exploded and the dragon's breath was extinguished.

The first attack of the two-headed tyrannosaurus was easily resolved, and Shang He was already ready to return the favor.

"Continuous cut!"

Zheng!

A jade-colored crescent moon rose and struck the left head of the two-headed tyrannosaurus with lightning speed.

The injured dragon head roared angrily, opened its mouth and spit out dragon breath to fight back.

A shadow ball rushed towards it and collided with the dragon's breath, blocking the single sword scabbard from this attack which was quite damaging to it.

Shang He suddenly raised his brows and revealed an intriguing smile.

The dragon head on the right is gloating? !

I can only say that he is not a trainer after all?He actually didn't know how to adjust the conflict between the two dragon heads, so that there was such a big mistake in the battle.The two dragon heads were originally one body, but one was being beaten and the other was actually watching a show.Is it afraid that it also wants to chop off another dragon head directly with the single scabbard?After evolving to its final form, it must be the only dominant consciousness!

The reaction of these two live treasures made Shang He laugh and drove Barack crazy.

"Two idiots, what are you doing?"

"Cooperate! Cooperate quickly! Don't gloat over others' misfortunes. No one will be able to eat without killing that guy!"

Shang He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Thanks to Barack's cultivation of the two's sense of competition, how could they be allowed to work together without any precautions?

But the deterrent power of food is still sufficient.

The dragon head on the right calmed his expression, ignored the enemy attacking the dragon head on the left, and focused on Shang He to attack again.

A dark blue beam of light was sprayed out, turning into the shadow of a flying dragon and rushing towards Shang He.

Dragon Wave!

The aura of destruction filled with the domineering dragon energy made Shang He tremble with fear at just one glance. He could imagine the scene of himself being beaten into a puddle of minced meat.

Fortunately, there is a spiritual connection with the elves. They are like their own limbs. They act immediately as soon as their thoughts come up, and there is no delay in their movements.

"Flame vortex!"

The eight elves launched their moves together, spraying out surging purple flames, intertwining into a huge flame vortex.

Limited by the space of the house, the vortex stood directly up from the sky, like a thick wall of fire.

Barack's pupils shrank sharply, with a look of panic on his face. He quickly used the sofa as a cover and roared hysterically.

"Miyamoto Kamiga, you lunatic, do you want the residents of the entire building to die with you?"

Roaring, the blue flying dragon hit the wall of fire. This was the source of Barack's panic.

Boom!

The sound of the explosion caused people to be temporarily deafened. Waves of terrifying air were emitted in all directions, and all the furnishings in the room were blown out in an instant.

Shang He also felt a little regretful. This scene was like setting off firecrackers in the house.

Of course, just a little bit of regret.

The two-headed tyrannosaurus wanted to kill him, so did he have to stand there and wait for death because he was concerned about the surrounding environment?

After having a second life, Shang He became very selfish.

Being selfish about life, you will not let it fly away at will, but seize the opportunity to live again.

This is why after knowing that someone was harming him, he immediately became very extreme and looked like a flat-headed brother who would never stop fighting.

When the explosion occurred, eight candlelight spirits rushed towards him, and the dark night demons surrounded Shang He and engulfed him.

The dark shadow reduced the damage, allowing Shang He to survive the big explosion. His whole body seemed to be shaken to pieces, but he was not seriously injured and was not knocked unconscious.

When the black shadow covering his body dissipated, Shang He got up from the ground and saw a mess.

The walls were broken and the fire was raging.

The high-hardness glass was shattered, and thick smoke billowed down the window.

Holes were blown out in the ceiling and floor, connecting the rooms upstairs and downstairs. The surrounding walls were charred and covered with cracks.

Shang He quickly put on his hood to avoid being remembered by others later.

Looking down at the Candlelight Spirits lying at their feet, they all looked sluggish but fortunately they were fine.

"Is there anyone left who can move?"

Hehe...

Hehe...

……

Three or four candlelight spirits responded feebly.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"But I still have to trouble you, stick with the [fire] feature and absorb the surrounding flames. A fire in a high-rise apartment will not be good."

"I will reward you well when I get back."

The three candlelight spirits stood up with strength, flew out in different directions and activated their characteristics.

The light ghost was fine. It was about to come closer, but upon hearing Shang He's request, it turned around and used its characteristics to absorb the surrounding flames.

What Shang He is most worried about is the "brittle" single sword scabbard.

Zheng!

A sword cry cheered him up, and he turned around to see a green jade crescent moon rising.

Two consecutive cuts!

Still slashing hard on the left dragon's head.

This time the power of the slash surged. It was not the scratching power just now. It instantly caused the dragon's head on the left to bleed, leaving a ferocious blade that kept gushing blood. Its originally domineering momentum was as low as diving. He fell down and fell into a coma with his head sinking.

The dragon head on the right was still watching the excitement, but now his expression solidified and he sensed a fatal crisis.

Maybe now it understands the meaning of dying lips and cold teeth.

Unfortunately, Barack trained them too much and intensified the conflict between the two dragon heads so that he could control them more conveniently.

The dragon head on the right breathes dragon's breath towards the scabbard of the single sword.

The light ghost who started the fire intervened again, and a shadow ball collided with the dragon's breath to block the attack of the single sword scabbard.

At this moment, just focus on output with the single scabbard.

Even cut!

The third consecutive slash has been strengthened to the extreme and is a well-deserved insect-type ultimate move.

For the violent power of three consecutive cuts, the single scabbard could not rely on Iai skills to support it, and could only swing the sword normally and fall towards the two-headed tyrannosaurus.

Under the deliberate suppression of the single scabbard, the momentum of the continuous slashes this time was not so terrifying.

The light blade formed by the jade-colored energy is almost material, and it fits inside the body of the sharp sword, turning the single scabbard into a jade-colored sword that is two meters long and thirty centimeters wide.

Swing down hard!

Not to be outdone, the two-headed tyrannosaurus transformed its dragon energy into a flying dragon's light and shadow, wrapping the dragon's body before leaping up and crashing into the giant sword.

Continuous Slash VS Dragon Dive!

The roar of dragons and the sound of swords competed with each other.

Just listen to the sound of energy explosions exploding one after another, the dragon shadow and the sword shadow were shattered one after another, and the two figures wrapped inside flew out one after another.

The two-headed tyrannosaurus crashed into a wall and fell into the masonry without moving.

The single sword scabbard was inserted into the wall, and the blue ribbon hung straight down, as if he had lost consciousness.

Shang He shouted nervously: "Single scabbard? Single scabbard?"

YoYo…

A feeble reply came, making Shang He's face instantly filled with surprise.

"It's fine!"

"It's fine!"

"Scabbard, you defeated a quasi-divine dragon!" Shang He was a little excited, but then forced himself to calm down. "...Let's not talk about this anymore. Come back and take a rest first. We will celebrate well when you get back!"

Putting the single sword back into the elf ball, Shang He responded to the beckoning of the light ghost and walked to Barack.

He faced the terrifying power of the explosion and was seriously injured.

At this moment, he was pressed under the sofa, and his whole body was charred and covered in blood, like a bloody gourd.

His face was covered with blood and his face could no longer be seen clearly. He was panting hard and almost vomiting blood. Those green eyes were still clean and he stared at Shang He unwillingly.

"For, for, what... looking for... looking for... my..."

His words were unclear, but Shang He understood what he meant and planned to make him understand.

"Because I am a dream walker."

There was a look of confusion in those unwilling eyes, as well as the hatred that they thought they were being teased.

Shang He continued: "My ability is to spy on dreams... I will hide outside your villa during the day, wait for you to sleep, and then enter your dream to control everything about you. Then I will report your identity to Kazuo Ando, ​​and wait until they come to arrest you." I will guard your retreat."

Those resentful eyes were finally relieved, and the pupils began to gradually dilate, and the raised head was unable to support and hit the ground heavily.

Mr. White, Barack Alvin, die!