Chapter 226 I Want to Reach the Top of Risu!

Looking at the artistic black dragon, Feng Xue could not help but be amazed. To be fair, this was the most artistic structure he had ever seen since time travel. 】The summoned tree man encountered in that node is simply weak!

Of course, from a rational point of view, Feng Xue knew very well that he was able to win so easily by relying on the plant death effect of Daiyu Burial Flower. But in terms of visual effects, a wooden giant with no other characteristics except for its size, Compared with a flamboyant dragon made entirely of black flames, the visual impact alone is already lost, right?

Although Feng Xue had been to Hongying before, he was a monster thief at that time, and his target was naturally the collections in the mansions of the great nobles. Naturally, he would not wander around the outer ring area full of minors in the body of an adult.

At this moment, he truly saw the true weight of Hongying's "Yu Wushuang Architect Training Factory".

"Hey, are you frightened by my half-length? If you are wise, kneel down and beg for mercy! If the boss is in a good mood, maybe I can leave you some food money!"

The boy who controlled the dragon laughed wildly, but Feng Xue raised his head little by little.

The movement was very slow, but as he raised his head, a subtle aura was rising bit by bit along with his movements.

It was at this moment that exciting music suddenly played out of thin air, and the seemingly ancient long sword was held in his hand out of thin air. As his left hand wearing a fingerless glove wiped his hair, the boy who was still laughing wildly realized that , the newcomer in front of me has actually changed his style of painting.

"Don't be careless, this guy is not simple." The boy with red contact lenses reminded him in a deliberately low voice, but the boy who controlled the dragon showed a wild smile——

"Boss, just watch! Come on, my partner, and burn with the demonic flames!"

As the words fell, it seemed as if a demonic dragon burning with black flames rushed towards Feng Xue. From the half-open mouth, black flames were about to overflow.

At this time, Feng Xue seemed to be frightened and still stood there. It was not until the dragon was approaching that he slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"bite!"

There was an extremely clear sound, followed by the sword light that seemed to remain in the air for a long time because it was too sharp, but the young man who should have been burned by the black flames did not know when Having completed the entire process of leaping into the air and falling at a high speed, the vertical slash of the sword drew a blue trajectory, which intersected with the horizontal slash that still failed to disappear, creating an elegant cross on the demon dragon's body.

Click!

Feng Xue's long sword was sheathed with its back to the demon dragon. As the momentum that had soared to the limit exploded, the demon dragon that was frozen in place instantly split into four pieces.

"puff!"

The originally complacent Demonic Dragon Ruler suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and half-collapsed on the ground.

It wasn't that Feng Xue had comprehended some spell, and this demonic dragon wasn't the kind of structure that was advanced enough to share life with its owner.

The reason why he vomited blood was simply because he truly believed that the demon dragon was the half body bound to his life. Therefore, the moment Feng Xue defeated the demon dragon, his imagination directly dealt a heavy blow to the body.

This may sound a bit tricky, but it is precisely because of this absolute trust that even one's own body can intuitively receive feedback that a child of twelve or thirteen years old can complete such a highly completed structure. The existence of this kind of cognition can prevent him from falling into despair after his structure is defeated, because as his body recovers, he will subconsciously believe that his structure has also been "recovered".

"Hmph, don't think that defeating the Demon Dragon Envoy means you are powerful. He is just the weakest among the three cadres of our Shadow Council. Just let me, the Demon Eye Envoy Firmila..."

Before the boy with the eyepatch finished speaking, the "Order of Blood" boss with red contact lenses reached out to stop him, his red eyes flashing with blood light produced by G·I particles.

He crossed his body and said coldly:

"You are no match for him, retreat with the Dragon Envoy."

As he spoke, the oscillating G·I force field around him turned into a monstrous blood mist, pressing towards Feng Xue like a tsunami. Feng Xue raised the corners of his eyebrows, straightened his waist, and directly confronted it with his invisible aura.

The blood-colored mist rushed into the sky, and the sky that originally seemed gloomy was pierced by blood light at this moment.

"The sky is cracked!"

"So strong, he is actually on the same level as the boss!"

Two minor players acted as the atmosphere team, and in the midst of this clash of momentum, figures came out of the corner one by one.

"Is this a welcome gift for newcomers?" Feng Xue's face showed a flamboyant smile, and she suddenly wanted to cut the hero's certificate into a voodoo kingdom, but unfortunately, she couldn't.

So, he held the scabbard of the sword with his backhand, his eyes full of pressure swept across everyone present like a sword, and he spoke arrogant lines in Hongying dialect that he was familiar with:

"I don't have that much free time to waste with you, let's go together!"

"Damn it!"

"How dare you look down on us!"

"Let you see how powerful I am!"

Various brilliance bloomed at the entrance to the outer ring area, but...

"Too small." Feng Xue, who originally had a wild smile on his face, suddenly showed a bit of boredom. Bathed in all kinds of special effects that could cause photosensitive epilepsy, he just held his hand with an indifferent expression. sword.

However, what surprised him was that at the moment when he tensed up his muscles and gathered momentum, his body began to undergo strange changes. The "school uniform" on his body was torn apart by the swelling muscles. It exploded like an overinflated balloon, turning into fragments all over the sky, while he maintained his grip on the sword with a posture like a muscular monster.

Its chest is called benevolence!

His shoulders are called talents!

Its back is called virtue!

This is because a benevolent mind carries a virtuous back!

Feeling the surging power in his body, golden light gushed out from Feng Xue's limbs. As the BGM vibrating in the air reached its climax, his figure drew a graceful arc in the air.

The arc-shaped sword energy rotated and swung away, easily tearing apart the dazzling light effect, and even the surrounding buildings that formed the lane were swept away.

Amid the sight of shock or fear, Feng Xue returned the sword to its sheath, and his muscles returned to their normal smooth posture, but the aura on his body was even stronger than before.

This is not because of his overbearing look and domineering spirit, nor because he is kind-hearted, talented and virtuous, but because after witnessing that powerful sword, the little architects around him unanimously agreed. He offered recognition to the strong.

Passing through the crowd who voluntarily gave way, Feng Xue was reminiscing about the previous sword that incorporated "power entanglement" and "golden whirlwind". Although the effect was gratifying, he always felt that this sword was far worse than other swords. Use the perfect cavalry maneuver that he used to destroy the nightmare.

"Obviously, in terms of strength and destructive power, it is far better than last time, but there is always a feeling of lack of stamina... Is it because I don't ride a horse? But I didn't do it last time... Okay, I fell off the motorcycle. , it’s almost like rolling around after being kicked by a horse..."

Feng Xue was wondering in her heart whether she should summon the motorcycle and try again, when suddenly a voice sounded from behind——

"stop!"

Feng Xue frowned, turned her head slightly, and saw the boy with beautiful lenses who called himself "Blood Order" lying on the ground. His body was obviously not affected by the additional sacred damage of the Holy Emblem Cross, but he still looked like "I He looked like a real vampire" and said with two pointed tiger teeth:

"Don't think that if you can defeat us, you can run rampant in Rijuku City. We are just rookies who have been driven to the fringe areas and can only attack newcomers. Within the city, there are far more powerful forces than us!"

"This is really a classic... It's a pity that I have used up the 'dian'..." Feng Xue curled her lips and waved away the old sword in her hand. Her tone was as calm as if she was going to eat at a roadside stall. The stalls are generally casual:

"Isn't that a natural thing?"