Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Constantine has already waved his claws, because he is not as fast as the boy, so he always needs to make some predictions, but it seems that he made a mistake this time.

The young man took off, and his black hair, which had grown longer due to the violent blood, was blown wildly by the strong wind. The claws of death almost touched his scalp, as if dancing on the edge of a knife.

The black sword light flashed out, and Constantine's right forearm was broken from the middle. The young man's figure flashed across Constantine's shocked eyes. At this moment, the opponent was level with his dragon head. In the short time gap, he I saw the boy's current expression.

The boy was laughing, with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile.

He is enjoying this dance with death!

It was too late to be shocked. The young man stretched his arms, and the black giant blade passed over his upper body. It was coming, a left diagonal slash from top to bottom!

Constantine suppressed the panic in his heart. His recovery power was very strong. It was not a fatal mistake just now. But when he realized that his first attack failed, the dragon's tail like a divine whip was already carrying the death weapon. The wind blows.

The boy's single sword did increase his attack power, but he couldn't use the sword to defend one side while using the other hand to chop himself.

He has already thought about the next battle process. He wants to knock the boy away from the bottom up. This height is only more than a hundred meters away from the dome. After the opponent pauses for a moment after being hit towards the dome, he can keep up and directly Launching continuous attacks, forcing the young man to confront him head-on!

But the next moment, a ridiculous feeling emerged in Constantine's heart. The human boy in front of him actually let go of his left hand and stretched it downwards just before drawing the sword. At the same time, his body shape was adjusted in the air by the huge black blade. From this posture, from this angle, the boy should be cut off at the waist by his dragon tail!

The sounds of bones breaking and scales being pierced sounded almost simultaneously. At this moment, even the Flame King, who was already familiar with fighting, was horrified by the boy's madness.

He grabbed the bone spur on the dragon's tail with his hand!

Under the powerful force, the bones of the young man's left arm were shattered, the scales were broken, and the bone spurs scratched the upper end of the bent arm, leaving a piece of flesh and blood, but the hand held it so tightly, like an evil spirit. The wolf bites the throat of its prey!

The dragon's tail swung upwards, but the boy was not knocked away. Instead, with the inertia of the swing, his right arm expanded like never before. The black giant blade drew a beautiful arc in the air, slashing towards Kang with ferocious murderous intent. Standing's neck.

At the last moment, Constantine reacted, and regardless of the damage to his bones and muscles, he forcibly reversed the path of the dragon's tail, but the knife still hit the target. The dragon's blood rose into the sky, and under the strong pressure of the carotid artery, it turned red. Liquid sprayed onto the dome.

This knife almost cut off his head!

Even if he reacted and threw the boy away, he was still cut in half. This kind of injury would accelerate the loss of his physical strength. It would take at least a minute for such a serious wound to fully heal!

The dragon's tail retracted its hem, and Lu Chen let go of his hand, using the downward acceleration to step on the ground again.

He moved his injured left arm slightly, and charged at Constantine again with his right hand.

For an injury of this level, with both of his bloodlines bleeding violently three times, it would take less than half a minute to fully recover, which he earned.

The huge dragon shadow and the tiny black shadow flashed in the air. People with insufficient dynamic vision could only see the raging wind, the sparks exploding on the dragon scales, and the blood flying in the air.

The entire palace was at a high temperature due to the Rhine just now, which was enough to steam an ordinary person. In the bright yellow flames was the red-gold blood mist.

The young man and Constantine stepped on the ground, walls, and dome, and the sound they erupted was like thousands of big bells ringing continuously, mixed with the sound of gold and iron as sharp claws, keel bones, and dragon-slaying fierce soldiers were handed over.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-"

Constantine's huge dragon heart beats like thunder, and the frequency is constantly rising, as if he is forcing himself to gradually increase his output.

He began to be unable to keep up, unable to keep up with the blade of death.

He inherited Samson's combat experience and became a qualified warrior. However, in such high-frequency battles, he began to be overloaded and hesitated.

The young man's moves and power were completely inconsistent with the "experience" he inherited from Samson. It was a completely lifeless fighting style, exchanging injury for injury and blood for blood!

His sharp claws scratched across the young man's waist, bringing up small pieces of flesh and blood, as well as the flying black scales, but as if the young man couldn't feel the pain, he turned around and slashed diagonally, leaving long knife marks on his chest. , dragon blood surged out.

The pain and blood further inspired Constantine's ferocity, his angry roar, and the sonic boom of the dragon's roar resounded throughout the Bronze City.

It was the first time that he set foot on the battlefield, but he encountered a crazy god of war who was rare in the age of mythology. No matter what tactics he adopted, whether he attacked later or attacked first, the young man could always counter his attacks in a way he had never thought of.

Lu Chen tilted his head slightly again. The bone spurs at the end of the dragon's tail scratched the black scales on his face, bringing out red gold threads. There was a slightly ferocious smile on the face on his black armor. He was so happy!

Leave everything behind and just enjoy this pure moment of fighting, just enjoy this peak showdown with the monarch!

Constantine misunderstood Lu Chen. He was not born with more combat experience than Samson. He just entered a selfless fighting state. After putting aside the hesitation and scruples in his heart, he only saw Constantine at this time.

Then every move of the opponent seemed to become clearly visible. He figured out Constantine's fighting style and habits. Now he also understood that this was not Constantine's original form.

He did not see the second-generation species mentioned by the Chen family, and Constantine's rapidly condensed dragon body also had an explanation. He inherited the dragon body of that second-generation species, and also inherited the opponent's combat experience.

It is not so much that he is fighting Constantine now, but it is better to say that he is fighting the soul of the unknown next-generation warrior. After all, Constantine has just mastered it, and his battle mode is still in the mold. .

Constantine has basically reached a bottleneck in combat, while the selfless Lu Chen has just entered the state. Facing a stronger enemy, he feels that his blood is boiling with excitement.

In this case, facing every attack from Constantine, his natural intuition will allow him to make the optimal choice.

He's bleeding, he's hurt, he's...dancing!

From a distance, Eri looked at this scene, clasping her little hands and biting her red lips. She felt a little distressed, but for some reason, she felt happy for Godzilla. She could feel that Godzilla enjoyed this battle.

There is a kind of person who is born to go to the battlefield. He seems to be born to fight!

Chu Zihang was also secretly frightened as he watched Lu Chen walking around in the three-dimensional space around Constantine.

He originally thought that after accepting Brother Lu's help and embarking on the road to becoming a god, he was now the top strongman among hybrids.

In order to fight side by side with Brother Lu, he was constantly refining his bloodline day and night, but looking at the battle in front of him, he suddenly felt that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see Brother Lu's... Back view.

Brother Lu's combat qualities have completely surpassed human cognition. I have read ancient books, but from the history of mankind, can I really find someone who can compare with Brother Lu in terms of combat talent?

Some of the techniques Brother Lu is using now, no, they are not techniques at all, because there is no martial arts school that would allow people to fight with the purpose of exchanging injuries for injuries. It is like there is an invisible scale called intuition. After being weighed by the referee, Brother Lu made the best choice and used moves that normal thinking would never have imagined.

Chu Zihang has no doubt that even if Brother Lu's physical fitness is the same as his before evolution, he can still fight the third generation species without a dragon body.

Dragons are born warriors, but Brother Lu is far more like a dragon than a dragon in terms of fighting. He used facts to illustrate the cruel truth that has not changed for thousands of years...Talent always comes before hard work.

What's more, Brother Lu has always worked hard, and he never stops chasing to become stronger.

The behemoth in the scene is the first-generation species that the secret party wants to look up to, the fire-based monarch who controls the power. But at this time, in front of Brother Lu, who has no distracting thoughts and devotes himself to the battle, he is like a bird being gradually dismembered under the hands of a butcher. of cattle.

He roared with war cries, declaring His majesty and fearlessness, but the regicide blade still cut huge wounds on Him.

He angrily swung his clawless dragon arms, but the result was that the dragon arms became shorter again.

His dragon tail carries the strong wind and sweeps down with the momentum of breaking mountains, but it always misses the mark. The next moment when the young man's hair is flying, the end of the dragon tail flies into the air.

Powerful flames rose, and the strong wind brought by the black giant blade split the road. He blocked the blade with his only intact front paws.

Constantine's huge dragon eyes looked at the young man's red-gold eyes, and a trace of fear finally emerged.

He is being gradually dismembered!

And it had only been less than a minute and a half since the boy started fighting with Him again.

He actually... couldn't stand it anymore!

He finally understood how his brother felt when he finally fought against this human being.

This is the biggest monster that should not exist in this world!

This monster embarks on the road of slaying dragons and is absorbing the nutrients of the monarchs to grow. What it will become in the end frightens the dragon just thinking about it.

"I want to know the name of my opponent."

The young man's voice was cold and indifferent, completely unlike his bloodthirsty and crazy expression during the battle.

Constantine's heart was filled with uncontrollable rage. This monster actually dared to speak during the battle and behave in such a distracting manner. He was so underestimated!

He roared angrily and slashed at the boy with the dragon bone grown on his forearm, but the boy easily dodged it. He suddenly realized that it wasn't that the boy had become faster, but that he...had become weaker?

But He still has time. As long as He survives the last half minute, he will still be the ultimate winner.

Thinking of this, he once again ignited a high fighting spirit.

I want to be a dragon that makes my brother proud, and I cannot let down Samson’s loyalty.

No, Constantine!

Abandon those cowardly thoughts and decide the outcome in this last moment, not to survive, but to kill this monster!

After another confrontation, the two sides distanced themselves due to the reaction force. Constantine looked firmly at the young man in front of him and let out a thunderous war cry, bringing up waves of energy.

Lu Chen looked at the "broken" Constantine, looked into his proud and war-filled eyes, and grinned: "No need to say anything."

The one I am fighting against is Constantine.

The pair of sky-covering dragon wings waved, and the flames in the palace bent down one after another. The many red bronze walls still emitted a glimmer of light, illuminating this unprecedented battle. This is an epic between the hybrid race and the first-generation dragon. Great war.

A harsh sonic boom sounded, and a dark phantom came from the east, pulling out a long red-gold blood mist.

Galloping from the west is a giant god-like dragon shadow, bringing about the ultimate storm.

Constantine turned sideways and used his inertia to sweep the boy with his most powerful dragon tail, which was still intact.

Lu Chen suddenly mopped the ground with a single sword, lowered his body, almost touching the ground and crossing the dragon's tail. When he stood up, his left and right hands, which had been restored to good condition, held the Regicide together, and moved forward with the inertia, the black sword The light flashed out, and one of Constantine's hind legs was completely broken off.

Amidst Constantine's roar, he cut off a huge dragon wing by the roots while taking off, bathed in the dragon's blood, walked towards the sky, turned his body over on the dome, and gained a leverage point again.

The huge dragon body below finally lost its balance and collapsed downwards.

At the moment of life and death, Constantine made an instinctive judgment. He waved the other dragon wing and turned his body sideways with the help of it. He had to at least be able to see his opponent clearly before he could use the dragon's broken right forearm. The claw blocks the opponent's attack.

Lu Chen stepped on the dome with his feet, his legs were deeply bent, his knotted muscles shattered his armor, and red-gold blood mist spurted out from every corner of his body. His state had reached its limit, and there was no time left.

The next moment, the bronze wall of the dome suddenly split into pieces and dented inward. The air explosion caused by the shock wave pushed away the copper shavings flying in the air. The young man's figure was like a sword of judgment hanging from the sky, piercing the earth.

The torrent of flames rose, and Rhine's release required at least a second of chanting. Constantine did not expect Jun Yan to burn the boy, but it could cover his sight and give him one more chance to resist the attack.

He could see that the young man had reached his limit. After this move, the other party would enter a weak state.

Facing the fierce flames, Lu Chen should have crossed the broad blade to disperse them with strong wind, but in a flash of consciousness, he did not turn the blade.

The sword skills that he had practiced countless times in his previous life came to mind at this moment. He felt that he could use that sword, a sword that could never be achieved theoretically in his previous life.

At this time, his heart was beating more than 500 times per minute!

The knotted muscles of both arms poured all the strength of the whole body into the handle of the knife, and the regicide roared in pain and excitement.

As if it was natural, the regicide's ferocious blade fell. The extremely long blade brought faster linear speed, and no one could see the trajectory of this blade clearly.

It was a sword that was tempered day after day, year after year, regardless of the doubts of other secret blood warriors.

It was the ultimate sharpness, the ultimate domineering, the fruit of the young man's hard work in the realm of martial arts.

The combination of meaning and form is clearly a knife from top to bottom, but it has the momentum to open the sky, as if you can see a mad dragon killing the sky, and the sun and moon are dimmed.

The torrent of flames dispersed, as if to pay tribute to the young man's knife. Before the blade came, long blood marks appeared on Constantine's dragon body, and even the atmosphere was cut open by this knife. Coming with sharp will.

Regicide and Constantine's dragon claws crossed each other, and the shadow of the Chilong suddenly expanded dozens of times. The shadow of the black dragon hundreds of meters long fell from the sky. The black dragon opened its huge mouth, as if it wanted to swallow everything, including those below. monarch.

The roar of the dragon far surpassed that of Constantine, like a dragon king who truly merged into one, with extreme majesty and ferocious bloodthirst.

boom--

The young man's figure staggered away from Constantine and fell to the ground. The bronze cracked and sank inch by inch.

The shadow of the black dragon gradually disappeared. Behind him, Constantine burst out into a fountain of blood tens of meters long from the dragon's neck to the back half of the dragon's body. Scarlet rain fell, gurgling on the young man's pitch-black faceplate.

"call--"

Lu Chen exhaled a breath of hot miscellaneous gas.

After ten years of sharpening the sword, the martial arts sword technique - God!

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