Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

In fact, Fujiwara's mixed-race bloodline is not outstanding. Although it is not at the bottom, it is only in C-level. Although it is only one level behind Lao Li's B-level mixed-race bloodline, both in terms of organizational status and ability performance. There are quite a few differences.

The spirit of words and ghosts win!

This is Fujiwara's word spirit, which can theoretically increase his body's basic abilities to eight times and eliminate all pain in the body.

Nerves, muscles, joints, bones. All basic abilities are increased eightfold. The combined combined combat effectiveness is not just a simple eightfold increase, but more!

But unfortunately, due to his bloodline, Fujiwara was unable to exert the full power of the word spirit. In his past experience, when he was at his strongest, he only more than doubled his basic physical ability.

The amplified word spirit combined with years of training is enough to make him stand out among ordinary humans. He can even penetrate a steel plate several centimeters thick with his bare hands!

But once he encountered a stronger hybrid, Fujiwara felt powerless and weak.

It was like that when facing Lao Li. The evil reputation decades ago and the unknown spirit of speech made him have his head chopped off in front of him, and he didn't dare to say a word.

As for now?

Putting aside the mouse-faced one who is suspected of possessing the Word Spirit Snake, the snake-faced one wearing the purple mask just now has a bloodline much higher than mine, not to mention the unknown power of the Word Spirit she possesses.

There is also the guy who rescued the hostages without making a sound, and the possibility of the existence of the word spirit that puts people into coma.

A simple estimate of the opponent's overall strength will tell you that you are no longer in the upper hand.

Slowly stood up, took out the test tube from his arms, and stared at the flowing deep purple light. Fujiwara closed his teeth and bitten the fear in his heart.

Although I don't know why those people had to run away if they had such abilities.

But with things given by adults,

"I will never lose!"

Da da da!

Suddenly, gunshots and screams rang out from the floor below, and Fujiwara's face suddenly froze.

He was wondering how there could be gunshots on the fourth floor, when he heard an impatient call coming from the intercom at his waist,

"Boss! Boss Fujiwara! Come on! We can't handle these monsters! Ahhh!"

"Who asked you to come up?" Fujiwara murmured subconsciously, and then yelled repeatedly into the intercom, "Who asked you to come up?"

But there was no reply.

"A bunch of pig teammates! They fail more than they succeed!" Fujiwara cursed angrily for unknown reasons. The situation was already serious enough, but who would have thought that these bastards would cause more trouble for him?

Fujiwara suddenly threw the spike aside and ran away.

Ding~~! It’s the crisp vibrato of metal!

Ding--! It’s a metallic clang!

In front of several Rolock gunners, Snake suddenly jumped into the air, avoiding all the bullets was trivial. He also pulled out countless long nails from the inside of his wide-open coat, and nailed them to the enemy's wrists one by one, and came out through his body. screamed.

Ding ding ding! The footsteps fade away in the twinkling lights!

The sound of footsteps came in the solemn darkness! A bang! ! !

Dragon holds the blade and engages Fujiwara's pitch-black handgun. A sudden spark in the darkness flickered between the two people's brilliant golden eyes. Fujiwara roared with all his strength, but saw the person in front of him retreat violently. The next moment, there were footsteps that were not willing to fight, and he disappeared into a certain place. room.

Tap tap tap tap!

tread--!

With his feet off the ground, there was nowhere to rely on. Amidst the hail of bullets and acrid smoke, the purple blade vibrated with the sound of running water and twisted sword light.

"Breath of Water·Six Forms·Twisted Vortex!" Long jumped to the fourth floor again and groaned. He used this sword move that can move in the air to break the situation. Under the flickering lights, he slashed out clusters of blood red. .

The sweetness spreads!

The sword was stained with blood, and the rat met Fujiwara again, using a sharp dagger, and the angle of the stabbing was particularly tricky.

Rat, snake, dragon.

Cunning and insidious, flexible and cold, direct and majestic, he alternately walks between the gunfire and bullets on the fourth floor and Fujiwara on the fifth floor.

"Three people" turned the situation into a puddle of muddy water!

No matter how Fujiwara mobilized his troops through the walkie-talkie, it was of no avail.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

Hearing the words stopped on the intercom and the screams of his men downstairs, Fujiwara, who was in ragged clothes and with several bloodstains on his body, roared and jumped, and smashed the intercom with a "crackling" sound.

He's such a loser if he still doesn't understand the situation now!

The group of people opposite, relying on their large number of people, actually resorted to the method of one person restraining him, a mixed race, while the others massacred all his younger brothers!

How despicable! How despicable!

Do they actually want to bully the minority in the end? ? ?

Fujiwara gritted his teeth and misinterpreted everything, but when he thought about having to face those three people at the same time, he couldn't help but feel more nervous.

It's a bit difficult to deal with one, but if you face three at the same time.

There was silence for a long time, and Fujiwara stopped rushing downstairs where there was no sound.

He has completely given up the idea of ​​gathering all the remaining combat power to fight against those three people.

However, Fujiwara had no intention of escaping. Instead, he suddenly took out the dark purple potion in his arms and stabbed it into his neck.

He chose to use what the adults gave him, a mysterious medicine that could increase the level of his bloodline!

There was a stabbing sound!

Liquid like living fluid rushed into Fujiwara's body, scorching his heart, his blood, and all the cells in his body.

Thorn! Thorn!

Tiny gray-white scales sprouted from the corners of the body, and the dragon blood in Fujiwara became more violent and rampant!

"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha!"

boom!

The arm penetrated the wall, and when it was raised, it shattered into a large hole.

The lightning flashed and scattered the smoke and dust at the entrance of the cave, revealing the red and black steel bars that were easily broken.

The spirit of words and ghosts win!

Increased strength, four times!

Feeling the vigorous physical power and the heat waves in his mind, Fujiwara suddenly raised his head and roared,

"No matter how many come! Everyone will die!"

The golden eyes exploded with lava-like heat, and the power of the dragon was awakening!

"No matter how many come! Everyone will die!"

tread! tread! tread!

Lu Mingfei, who successfully eliminated all the soldiers, wore a dragon mask and slowly stepped out of the darkness.

Looking up, he saw Fujiwara roaring and the test tube clattering to the ground.

The remaining purple liquid spread, making Lu Mingfei frown.

"what's the situation."

I haven’t seen him for a long time. The guy named Fujiwara in front of me looks like this. Did he take any medicine?

Obviously you haven't even used a few of those speech spirits yet?

But Lu Mingfei soon had no time to think about what was going on.

There was a roar and explosion, and even the ground was trampled to pieces.

Fujiwara turned into a black shadow and shot out at an incredible speed.

In the darkness, only a pair of reddish-golden blades flashed past, and they were already killing Lu Mingfei's neck.

So fast!

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but widen his eyes, keenly aware that Fujiwara's speed was at least several times faster than before!

There was a sonorous sound and purple flashes, and Lu Mingfei raised the blade where he came from.

Ding--!

Under the crisp sound, fire splashed everywhere.

Unlike the previous close match, Fujiwara's black short blade violently pressed down, leaving Lu Mingfei at a slight disadvantage.

The strength is also much greater!

Did the man in front of him use the power of the so-called word spirit to increase his body?

Or is it the effect of the purple potion just now?

Lu Mingfei was thinking, but his other hand was not too slow, shooting out a beam of light like the red sun, piercing into Fujiwara's lower abdomen.

But even Lu Mingfei didn't expect it.

Fujiwara, who had always dodged when fighting swords because he wanted to avoid injury, actually ignored the sharp edge that pierced his lower abdomen.

Puff!

Sweet blood sprayed in the air.

But Fujiwara, who could no longer feel this level of pain, didn't even blink. He abandoned the dagger violently, stretched out his hands, and released the sword tang that held the red blade with one hand into his body. He grabbed the purple blade and let blood spurt from his palm.

"caught you!"

Fujiwara grinned excitedly at Lu Mingfei, flew up and hit Lu Mingfei's chest with a flying kick.

boom!

The huge force came, and Lu Mingfei felt as if he was hit by a speeding car, and a sweet feeling surged into his throat.

Whoosh!

There was a loud bang, and Lu Mingfei clutched the purple knife tightly and was hit hard against the wall at the end of the corridor. He suddenly felt dizzy and his eyesight blurred.

Stab!

Fujiwara licked his lips, took out the red pink blade inserted in his lower abdomen, looked at it, and smiled disdainfully.

"A man using such a stupid knife?"

Boom!

Cross your hands,

The crimson-pink knife broke in front of Lu Mingfei's eyes, and Fujiwara casually left it on the ground like a corpse!

"How disgusting!"

boom!

Fujiwara suddenly stepped forward again, slammed the stunned Lu Mingfei to the ground, and punched wildly.

Bang bang bang!

The force penetrated the body, shattering the concrete floor and causing cracks.

"It's so disgusting! It's so disgusting! It's so disgusting!"

Fujiwara kept roaring, his strength became stronger and stronger, and he attacked Lu Mingfei unceremoniously.

A sixfold increase!

There was constant roaring and breaking sounds.

The floor was actually blasted through!

The last blow came down with a closed fist, and smoke and dust flew everywhere! Let the light shine through!

Fujiwara actually smashed through the floor and rode Lu Mingfei to the next floor.

boom! boom! boom!

Fujiwara continued to greet Lu Mingfei and curse.

But Lu Mingfei did not make even a painful groan.

He felt the pain coming from his chest, and the scene just now kept replaying in his mind.

Raising his head slightly, the slightly slanted white light not far away continued to flicker in the golden lake. Lu Mingfei unconsciously pinched his left hand whose leather glove was torn due to violent friction, and became angry.

Got rid of it?

That knife that spans two realms! He actually took it off just now? In his hands? In the hands of Lu Mingfei!

A gift from those sisters! Was it destroyed? In front of his eyes? In front of Lu Mingfei!

You are really incompetent! ! ! road! bright! No! ! !

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but yell at himself in his heart.

The wind of the fist roared, Fujiwara felt happy, and punched again, straight to Lu Mingfei's face!

Click!

Lu Mingfei suddenly grabbed Fujiwara's hand, gently closed his jaw, and his horrifying eyes fell on Fujiwara's face.

"you?"

"Have you beaten enough?"

boom! ! ! !

A punch like a wave hit Fujiwara's face, venting his majestic anger!

call--!

Hot breath escaped from his mouth and nose. Lu Mingfei stood up coldly and shook away the gravel on his body.

Pick up the purple blade on the side and stick it in the ground.

The heart is beating, the blood vessels are beating, and the breath is beating!

All the cells in the body are dancing with power, and the skin on the body is flushed!

Breathing techniques increase the intensity of the body to another level! !

Lu Mingfei remained silent and stepped towards Fujiwara, who was about to get up.

tread! tread! tread!

He took off the gloves from both hands one after another, and took out the chain in the "silver" space with a flick.

Stuck! Stuck! Stuck!

Circle after circle, Lu Mingfei tightly wrapped the hard and cold chain around his white fist, letting it pinch the red flesh and draw blood.

The footsteps stopped, and Lu Mingfei grabbed Fujiwara's collar and looked at the blood on his face.

Without saying much, he punched out.

Blood and blood splattered from the twisted face and trembling fists!

Fujiwara's body flew backwards, smashed an iron door, and crashed into the room.

When the dazzling light was cast, Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth and roared,

"Everyone else can live, but you must die!"

His face was ferocious!

"Because of you, I broke my knife!!!"

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, gunshots rang out one after another, and red starlight suddenly appeared in the dark room.

Fujiwara, who had not yet lost all his sanity, felt the pain of being shielded again under the brutal power, and regained some clarity.

He took out the pistol that was still hanging on his body and fired it all!

"It's better for you to die first!"

Fujiwara yelled and cursed, and the remaining four warheads struck Lu Mingfei airtight.

[Saved points-2.4w! 】

Lu Mingfei grimaced, and with a flick of his hands, he exchanged a handful of silver-gray Desert Eagles and fired them one after another.

Bang bang!

Bang bang!

Smoke filled the air, and firelight overflowed into the clanging sound.

The shriveled warhead jingled on the ground.

Bullet against bullet!

The largest caliber, the strongest recoil, and the greatest power.

Lu Mingfei looked at Fujiwara who stood up, his golden eyes slightly crooked.

"Did I tell you to stand up?"

boom! The huge recoil shook Lu Mingfei's shoulders slightly, and a big hole was torn out of Fujiwara's left ankle.

boom!

The same happened to his right ankle, and Fujiwara fell to his knees with a plop.

Click!

Take off the magazine with only one bullet left.

[Saving points -10. 】

The left hand flashed with silver light, and there was a "pop"!

Lu Mingfei put on the new magazine with an expressionless expression and clicked the gun's bolt.

Bang bang! Two blasts of smoke destroyed Fujiwara's knees.

He was caught off guard and fell to the ground, trying to push himself up.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! Lu Mingfei fired another magazine of bullets.

The thighs, hips, chest, and neck were all shot with a bright yellow bullet, causing pools of blood to bloom.

"It seems that you don't have the ability not to die."

Walking into Fujiwara, Lu Mingfei looked down coldly at him who was trembling and trying to raise his head. He raised his hand and the red-pink blade on the church building was successfully restored to its original shape. He felt inexplicably.

With a quick glance, Lu Mingfei noticed the scarred red color on Fujiwara's fingertips that he had always ignored, and he couldn't help but feel angry again.

That was not Lu Mingfei's blood, nor Fujiwara's blood.

It is self-evident who caused Su Xiaoqiang's injury! !

"It turns out you are the culprit!"

Lu Mingfei murmured coldly and raised the red-pink hand.

Puff!

One knife, two holes!

It penetrated Fujiwara's head.