Lu Mingfei Returned From Death

Chapter 199 The Slash That Blows the Wind

The muffled sound of the wind wafted across the lake, and little by little ripples scattered everywhere.

Lu Mingfei and the canoe in front of them undulated on the lake like a fallen leaf.

"Does this mean that we want to take a boat and row to the island in the center?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Chu Zihang immediately understood what the people behind the scenes wanted them to do.

"Obviously, it is."

Lu Mingfei squinted at the small island in the center of the lake shrouded in gray mist, and could roughly see living creatures walking around on the island.

"Then shall we go by boat?"

Chu Zihang turned his head to ask Lu Mingfei's opinion.

"Don't go."

Lu Mingfei raised the Zanpakutao horizontally, put the index finger and middle finger of his left hand together, and wiped across the blade.

"Farewell, Canxin."

As the liberation words sounded, the blade instantly turned pitch black, with a length of three feet and two inches, and a black cross dangled from the thin rope at the end of the handle.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual pressure formed a black beam of light and released around Lu Mingfei's body, and the external spiritual pressure formed a strong wind and rushed in all directions!
Lu Mingfei held the Zanpakuto in his right hand, and black mist rose from the heart, and then the mist began to burn, and finally wrapped around the blade in a liquid state.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang backed away, far away from the area covered by the spiritual pressure. Considering his current body, he couldn't stay beside Lu Mingfei who released the spiritual pressure for a long time.

Swinging the knife straight, the black slash flew to the small island in the center of the lake.

Where the attack passed, the rippling surface of the lake was cut open, and at the same time, the length of the slash actually increased in the wind!

30 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters, 300 meters!

Soon it turned into a blade glow hundreds of meters long, slashing fiercely towards the small island shrouded in gray mist.

Different from the slash he used before, this time he slashed by absorbing the energy in the air as the main method of slashing.

The slash thus issued is just an ordinary slash at first, but it becomes stronger and stronger as the distance increases.

The black slash passed by in an instant, and at this moment Lu Mingfei heard a scream, which was the sound of a cow.

Immediately after that, the island began to split into two halves following Lu Mingfei's slash.

Then there seems to be a riot on the island, and various creatures start roaring.

All he heard were pigs, cows, birds, deer, and dogs.

Seeing this scene, Lu Mingfei put the saber back into its sheath, then pulled it out suddenly, and beheaded everyone!
In an instant, Lu Mingfei drew his sword nine times, the brilliant light of the sword flashed in the air, and the nine slashes overlapped to cut the island.

Immediately afterwards, the spiritual pressure was restrained, and the black flames skyrocketed!
The last pitch-black slash flew out horizontally, reaching the small island that had been cut into countless pieces in an instant!

Under Black Flame's slashing and transpiration, the small island in the center of the lake has disappeared, leaving only pieces of land mixed with flesh and blood.

"What is he doing!"

Watching Lu Mingfei and the others break through the level, the expressions of the ninth rider changed instantly.

Originally, he was very happy to watch them break through the level according to their own settings.

According to his thinking, after slowly wearing down the physical strength of these people, he can sit firmly in the background and harvest.

In this way, he can easily complete the task given to him above, and bring Lu Mingfei back for bloodline allocation.

But what's the situation now, doesn't it mean that under the suppression of the Twelve Trials, except for the setters, all dragon blood will be suppressed?
Why can he still chop up the island after suppression!

Is he really a half-blood monarch?

The Ninth Knight scratched his head fiercely, and sucked fiercely with his fangs that had been alienated due to his high bloodline.

"No, I need to look again. Although the things on the island are a bit miscellaneous, there is still a big guy at the bottom of the lake."

The fog was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind direction on the lake suddenly changed. The wind was blowing from the front, and at the same time, the lake began to churn, and huge waves came in waves.

The seemingly unknown depth of the lake actually produced huge waves that can only be seen in the sea. It is obvious that the depth of the lake far exceeds what it shows on the surface.

At the same time, there was a huge thing roaring in the wind, like a cow or some kind of ferocious beast, the roar contained a powerful majesty.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were no strangers to this sound, it was obviously the roar of a dragon.

"So there's a dragon hiding in here?" Lu Mingfei put Canxin on his shoulders and looked towards the center.

"So, how many generations are there?"

The lake boiled more and more, and the underwater objects stirred the sand and gravel at the bottom of the lake, and a giant dragon slowly stood up amidst the raging waves.

It has a slender and curved neck and a body of black scales. Its long and narrow red-gold eyes stared at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. Its visual height was about 30 meters.

Just standing there, there was a burst of coercion.

"It looks like three generations."

Lu Mingfei judged based on past experience.

"After what happened before, Solomon's Temple actually dared to bring the living dragon!"

Zhou Yun, who had just arrived to replace Zhou Junlan, looked at the standing dragon with horror in her eyes.

"What should I do, the Duanlong Terrace is still at the restaurant!"

The next moment, the dragon roared, with a wonderful rhythm in the roar, and it recited ancient poems in the dragon's language.

Wherever the roar went, the lake water surged, and the air waves visible to the naked eye scattered in all directions centered on the dragon!

The strong wind was blowing on the three of them, Zhou Yun was full of anxiety, and Chu Zihang was expressionless.

"It's a bit contemptuous."

After Lu Mingfei made a comment, he stepped forward and slashed against the wind!

The roar of the giant dragon, which was still full of narrowness, suddenly disappeared. It looked at the body that was inexplicably getting further and further away from itself, and its golden vertical pupils stared round.

In an instant, all the fog dissipated, and everything in the lake was fully exposed.

"You, you just killed it?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei's understatement, Zhou Yun was a little distracted.

Isn't this the space after being suppressed? Could it be that he is really a half-blood monarch?

Lord Wa has vowed to himself that at present, it is impossible to have any mixed-blood monarchs other than the Far Eastern mixed-races. Even if there is, it is just a poor imitation.

But the mixed-blood monarch will also be suppressed by the special rules of this space, unless it is the real Dragon King!

"Zhou Junlan isn't coming?" Lu Mingfei turned his head and asked.

"Well, after her description, I think the outside is still too dangerous for her, so I handed the Broken Dragon Terrace to her and came here by myself."

Zhou Yun stood up straight, put her hands together in front of the ribbon of the purple cheongsam, and answered very seriously, without speaking in that tone of flirting with boys.

"it is good."

After asking, Lu Mingfei pointed his knife forward.

"Bingya Zhenglan!"

The wave of cold ice erupted like a tsunami, and this wave of cold surged on the surface of the lake.

In just a moment, the entire lake was frozen.

"Let's go."

Lu Mingfei signaled.

Step on the ice and pick up various statues, including a three-headed dog and a nine-headed snake.

According to the legend, this should be the hell three-headed dog and Hydra Hydra.

There are six such wood carvings in total, Lu Mingfei distributed some to the other two, and put the rest in his pocket.

On the other side, the Ninth Cavalier, who was monitoring on the other side, slammed into the wall beside him angrily.

That dead dragon was his mount!

At the same time, there was still a trace of panic in his heart.

"Can my arrangement really stop Lu Mingfei and the others?"

No, I can't think so much. There used to be a man named Father Dong in China who raised dragons for Emperor Shun. He himself was a dragon rider similar to Solomon's Temple Society, and he was also a number-ranked knight.

A numbered knight like myself is far from being comparable to the loser in the last operation!
(End of this chapter)