Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei wants to reach a perfect ending

In the mountains, Fengjian Liuli and the awakened Yuan Zhisheng stood facing each other. The cool breeze from the mountain stream blew from one side, gently blowing the corners of their clothes.

Fengjian Liuli suddenly couldn't remember when or how she came here, but these problems were no longer problems now.

Fengjian Liuli looked at his brother who was so close to him. The originally silent heart in his chest suddenly beat, and his golden eyes suddenly lit up, but in a flash, the blazing gold eyes turned into blood-stained molten gold.

That was the dragon blood in his body boiling. The dragon blood in the bodies of hybrids and dragons with high bloodlines would boil when they were emotionally excited, and their golden pupils would be stained with blood, which meant that their power had reached its peak at the moment.

On the eve of revenge, he no longer cared about these little problems.

"Brother! Do you remember this place? The so-called evil ghost and the supreme emperor used to call each other brothers in this school."

Fengjian Liuli spread his arms and let the cool wind blow across his body. His voice drifted to all parts of the school with the wind, just like it did in the past.

"You once said that you would definitely come to my graduation ceremony and give me the most precious gift you made. I have been waiting for it."

“I’ve been waiting for this!”

Fengjian Liuli didn't know what expression was on her face at the moment. It might be very ugly in her brother's eyes.

But it didn't matter. In the final battle, he no longer cared what his face looked like. He just wanted to roar out all the resentment that the young boy in the mountains had felt many years ago.

This is what Yuan Zhisheng owes him, he must pay it back!

But in the next moment, Fengjian Liuli regained his usual calmness, as if the person who had roared like a beast before was not him.

"Then let's do it again today, brother. Use your so-called righteousness, the righteousness for which you can sacrifice everything, to completely seal this evil ghost of mine here. Just like in the biographies of mythical ghosts, the monks who represent justice hold their staffs and mercilessly suppress and eliminate those evil demons and monsters."

"Just be careful this time. Your sword won't be able to penetrate the demon's heart as easily as before."

Fengjian Liuli placed his right hand on his heart with a smile on his face. Like those monsters who are good at disguise, people can never know his true emotions from the expression on his face.

Then the voice said coldly.

"Because this time, there is no love in the evil ghost's heart, only hatred deep in his bones."

Yuan Zhisheng stood quietly opposite Fengjian Liuli, listening to all of Fengjian Liuli's roars and resentment in silence.

"So that's how it is, little girl. I made you go through so much pain."

"I'm really not a good brother."

Gen Chisei apologized to Kazama Ruri, but this made Kazama Ruri laugh sarcastically.

"Brother, why did you apologize? Do you want to be like those boring TV dramas, where the elder brother does something very excessive to the younger brother, but in the end, as long as the elder brother apologizes to the younger brother, no matter how much hatred the younger brother has in his heart, he will let it go like Buddha, and then the elder brother and the younger brother will be close again from then on."

"Hahaha...."

Fengjian Liuli laughed like crazy, mocking Yuan Zhisheng's apology.

"This is a cruel reality, not a movie plot. No one will let go of hatred just because of an apology. Brother, do you need me to teach you this?"

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head. He did not show any emotional fluctuations because of his brother Yuan Zhinu's ridicule.

"No, I never thought about it this way. Wounds can heal, but scars will always remain. I understand all of this, but I still want to say sorry to you."

"This is my apology to my brother. As a brother, not only did I fail to protect him, but I killed him with my own hands. I am not a competent brother."

Yuan Zhisheng placed his hand on the handle of the Spider Cut knife and slowly pulled out the cold blade. The blade and the scabbard made a slight friction sound, which was heard clearly by both of them with the wind.

"But if it happened again, I would still make the same choice. I would still stab the knife into your heart and kill my brother without any hesitation."

"This is what a brother is like! This is the decision my cold-blooded brother would make. After all, this is what is called sacrificing everything for justice!"

Fengjian Liuli suddenly interrupted Yuan Zhisheng's words. The sarcastic smile on his face was no longer there, and his voice was very excited, but the expression on his face inexplicably revealed a hint of sadness that he was not even aware of.

At this time, Fengjian Liuli's hand also touched the hilt of his long sword. The cherry-red long sword slowly slid upwards in his hand, and slowly moved away from the scabbard that suppressed killing in the collision with the scabbard.

Neither of them spoke again. The only sound in the cool wind was the collision of the blade and the scabbard. Neither of them was in a hurry to draw their swords. They did not seem like swordsmen dueling each other. Instead, they looked like sellers demonstrating their knives, showing off the sharp blades in their hands to each other.

At a certain moment, the figures of both parties turned into afterimages. The scabbards still remained in place, but they and the swords had already left their original places and slashed at each other fiercely and quickly.

The silver-white blade and the cherry-red blade continued to clash in the air. The sword light that the swordsmen had pursued all their lives could be seen everywhere in this duel. The swords of both sides slashed at each other while defending against the sword light of the other side.

Sparks as violent as wild beasts kept appearing in the air, illuminating the eyes of the two brothers. One was as bloodthirsty as a devil, and the other was as calm as a Buddha.

Although they are brothers, they are like enemies at this moment. No one holds back. Every strike of their sword is aimed at the opponent's fatal point, while at the same time blocking the opponent's strike at their own fatal point.

This is a life-and-death battle between brothers, and also a life-and-death battle between the emperor and the ghost. The sword light is as brilliant as the bright galaxy, and the sound of the collision between the blades is as continuous as the waves.

"Brother, why isn't your knife as sharp as it was back then? Why hasn't it pierced my heart yet? I can't wait any longer!"

In another collision, Fengjian Liuli added a little more strength to suppress Yuan Zhisheng, and his face suddenly stretched forward, as if it would touch Yuan Zhisheng's face in the next moment.

The next moment, Yuan Zhisheng also increased his strength and pushed Fengjian Liuli, who had been suppressing him, back two steps. His blood-stained golden eyes were burning with scorching flames.

"I will, but this time, I won't let you go alone."