Chapter 109 Major Event 1: Dragon Ninja Battle (Part 3)

At the same moment, on the other side of Luo Dehua Commercial Street.

On the way to Vientiane City, Ke Xiaomo encountered nearly ten ninjas blocking the front. He appeared from behind, raised his sword, and knocked them down one by one with lightning speed.

Then, it turned into a bird-like shadow and clung to the glass curtain wall of the high-rise building. Just as he was about to spread his wings and fly into the sky, a lion-shaped shadow suddenly appeared from above.

The bird-like shadow and the fierce shadow lion compete with each other on the glass curtain wall. The two are equally matched.

After a moment of stalemate, the bird of prey tried to shake off the lion.

So he quickly escaped from the top of the glass curtain wall, clung to the surrounding buildings and flew away, from the electronic signboard, to the advertising screen, to the display cabinet surface of the jewelry store, and finally escaped to the inside of a bar, along the pipes of the bar Soaring upwards, we returned to the glass curtain wall on the surface of the tall building.

Behind it, the group of shadow lions is always chasing after it like maggots clinging to its bones.

In the end, the bird of prey and the lion seemed to have reached a consensus and stopped together on the glass curtain wall.

Ke Xiaomo slowly emerged from the surface of the glass curtain wall.

At the same time, a burly figure slowly emerged from the lion-shaped shadow.

Only their feet were still blended into the shadow, which allowed them to stand horizontally in the air, close to the wall of the tall building, without falling downward due to gravity.

They were facing each other, looking into each other's eyes.

"Sect Master, why are you stopping me?" Ke Xiaomo asked after being silent for a moment.

What caught his eye was a man wearing ancient soldier armor, a dark red helmet, and wooden clogs. He held a sword in his hand.

The blade was shiny, just like the man's eyes, reflecting the cold edge.

The sect leader stared at Ke Xiaomo, was silent for a moment, and then said in a strong voice: "The reason is very simple."

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "The Dragon of Disaster... is your brother."

Hearing this, Ke Xiaomo was stunned for half a second, then frowned slightly and said without thinking: "How many days have passed since we last met, has the sect master learned to joke?"

Saying this, the first name that came to his mind was Ke Mingye.

He thought, if Akeno is the Dragon of Disaster, then the sense of disobedience and weirdness I felt before will be traceable... But how is that possible? He is my family member who I have been with day and night for so many years.

"No, I'm telling the truth. Ke Yongzhu, this dragon has parasitized in your family as an adopted son. He disguised himself as a human and lived with you for several years."

The sect leader looked directly into his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Swimming, bamboo?" Ke Xiaomo's face darkened and he said almost word by word, "There must be something wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, a deafening dragon roar came from Vientiane City, interrupting his words.

His pupils shrank, he swallowed a sip of water, and his Adam's apple moved up and down.

The sect master lowered his eyes and sighed: "The moment I learned the truth, I was also shocked. You are my heir, the next sect master, so I am worried that you will be emotional, unable to distinguish between justice and personal feelings, and want to protect This dragon may have been affected by his mood, so he asked the Mo writer, Ma Yingchuan, to stop you from participating in this matter. "

He paused: "But it seems that the unfilial disciple failed to succeed. After all, his qualifications are not as good as yours."

"Impossible," Ke Xiaomo was stunned for a long time, his eyes were obscured by the hanging strands of hair, "Absolutely impossible..." As he said that, he slowly raised his eyes from the strands of hair, and his dark pupils flashed violently.

The tips of the five fingers of his right hand flowed out a shadow as turbulent as the ocean tide.

The deep shadow was like the lines used by a tailor, slowly weaving into a shadow knife about ten feet long in front of his right hand.

The handle of the knife was tightly held in Ke Xiaomo's hand.

He said word by word, almost roaring: "My brother can never be the Dragon of Disaster. There must be something wrong!"

"Mo, if you have to see it with your own eyes to believe it, then I give you this opportunity...just treat it as the last lesson before you become the next sect master."

The sect leader raised his eyes to meet his gaze and spoke in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and a huge hole suddenly opened in the wall of the fifth floor of Vientiane City, and thousands of cracks spread out.

Immediately afterwards, amidst the rain of tiles and glass fragments, a ferocious monster that could not be discerned whether it was a dragon or a human flew out of the crack in the theater, crashed down from an altitude of tens of meters, and fell heavily to the ground. on the ground.

Ke Xiaomo turned his head suddenly and stared at the deformed monster that was neither human nor dragon.

The monster was covered in black blood, and the jumpsuit he was wearing was torn to pieces, revealing patches of skin covered with rugged scales.

It fell to the ground, its whole body trembling slightly, struggling to get up from the ground, and slowly raised its bloody, ugly face in the sun.

Half of the monster's face was covered in scales, and the other half was stained with blood.

The human-shaped eye was pierced, and there was only an unsightly hole left in the eye socket, with blood flowing like a waterfall.

But even so...

Ke Xiaomo still saw clearly the identity of this monster through the outline of half of its face.

At this moment, his pupils were trembling violently, and every nerve in his brain seemed to be screaming. Fear, rage, disbelief, and several expressions flashed across his face quickly.

After a moment, he spit out a name with a twitch in his mouth, a name that he had never thought could be associated with the four words "Dragon of Disaster" in his life.

"Yong... Zhu?"

Ke Xiaomo lowered his eyes, his face dull, and muttered hoarsely.

The leader stood on the glass curtain wall, took a look at Ke Xiaomo's expression, and then ordered nearly a hundred ninjas on the street.

"Use the Dragon Ancestor Horn to make him show his true form."

As soon as the voice fell, the hundred ninjas took out a horn made of white bones from their arms at the same time.

Then, like some kind of religious ceremony, or like the beginning of a war, they grabbed the horn and blew it. The sound of the horn mixed with the roar of ancient dragons covered the entire street.

It poured into the monster's ears.

The monster had nowhere to hide, holding his head and roaring to the sky, and suddenly jumped up from the ground.

Its shoulder blades slowly cracked, and a pair of dark wings slowly extended as its skin and flesh tore apart.

Then, layers of overlapping scales emerged from the surface of its skin, covering every sturdy limb, and its sharp claws cut grooves on the ground.

But the next moment, the dragon was covered by a huge bronze bell that fell from the sky.

It roared inside the giant bell, tearing the ancient bell with its claws frantically, but it only smashed out a series of roars like Big Ben, enough to resound throughout the city.

The sound of the bell was like rumbling thunder, accompanied by the brutal roar of the dragon, and poured into Ke Xiaomo's ears one after another.

His right hand trembled deeply, and the shadow sword he held tightly was sometimes turbulent, and sometimes solid, like a candle flame that would disappear with the wind at any time.

"Now... are you willing to believe it?"

The sect leader looked at him and asked calmly.

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