Magical Strategist

"Father, be careful, this mad dog wants to bite someone!" Cheng Jian said.

Ichiro waved his hand and said: "The famous swordsman back then couldn't do anything to me, so what can you, a young boy. If you want revenge, just come. I, Shimizu Ichiro, have nothing in my life, only enemies." "

He was already furious, and with some provocative words, the real dragon raised his anger to the highest point. "Ah!" he yelled, and he rushed towards Ichiro like the wind with the "electric ball" in his hand that was ready to go.

The pressure of the red fighting spirit made Cheng Jian breathless. When he saw the electric ball in the hands of the real dragon, he shouted: "Perfect thunder!"

But Ichiro Shimizu remained calm and didn't take the real dragon's moves seriously at all. He knows very well that in today's world, no one can pose a threat to him! Even hurt his body!

At the moment when the real dragon cast the spell, there was a sudden pain in his right shoulder. He was hit by a powerful palm, and his body lost balance and fell sideways. The perfect thunder in his hand also changed its direction and hit the ground on the lower right side.

boom!

The scorched ground cracked with a crack that was tens of meters long.

who? The real dragon stumbled a few steps, then turned around hastily. I saw four more figures behind me. These people were dressed up in military uniforms, went into battle masked, and carried swords. It seemed that their skills were not weak.

The man who just made the move appears to be in his early twenties, with a medium build, wearing a navy blue vest, a tight black leather belt, and a fishnet vest underneath, showing off his strong arms and plump chest muscles. The lower body is a pair of navy blue tights, and the feet are a pair of straw high-top sandals. He wore a black hood and his face was covered with black cloth, revealing a pair of ice-like eyes.

The other three men were all wearing black clothes, black pants and black shoes, with only their eyes outside.

Before the real dragon could stand firm, the four of them drew out their swords and swarmed up, attacking the real dragon from left to right.

The bone-cold weapons were placed on his neck from four directions at the same time, and the real dragon couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Not to mention anything else, it is not difficult to guess that the strength of this group of masked men is extraordinary just from the ease of resolving their own perfect thunder, especially the navy blue masked man. His lowered eyelashes carry a cold tone that is intimidating. , there is a cold light in the corner of the eye, like a dagger, the waves in his eyes are as black as a deep pool, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

"Wow, this is the first time my father has asked Mo Tianxing to be his bodyguard. He is indeed the number one warrior among the dark men. His speed is as fast as lightning!" Cheng Jian said in wonder.

I saw that Mo Tianxing's sword had cut through the real dragon's skin, and it could cut off the carotid artery or even cut off the head at any time.

"This is not a suitable place for murder, you all should stop." Ichiro waved his hand and said.

Motianxing took the order and took back the sword.

The murderer of my mother Yilu is right in front of me. Today, now, I must kill him no matter what! How could a real dragon just give up? As soon as his neck was free, he roared, stepped forward, and took his burning hand directly to Ichiro's heart, cleanly.

With a distance of more than twenty steps, Ichiro was approaching in just one stride.

Each mountain is higher than the other, and Motianxing catches up from behind and appears in front of the real dragon in an instant. Stretch out your arms and catch the true dragon's flames with your bare hands.

Poof!

The Burning Hand was blown away by an inexplicable current of air.

"Go away, anyone who stands in my way will die!" The real dragon was eager for revenge, his face was ashen, and he roared at the Demon Star.

Mo Tianxing had no intention of retreating, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he whipped his leg towards the real dragon's waist.

The real dragon resisted with his elbows. He didn't expect that the opponent's legs were astonishingly powerful, and he was able to kick him twenty steps away with this blow. If it weren't for the protection of the essence within the body, this arm would have been broken.

Is he a swordsman? Why are swordsmen so powerful?

whoosh...

A breeze blew by, and the figure of Motianxing appeared behind the real dragon.

Before Zhen Long could react in time, he received a heavy slap on his back.

puff! His whole body trembled, his throat suddenly felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted onto the ground.

Then, Motianxing touched the water, jumped up, made an elegant flip of his body in the air, and finally kicked the real dragon in the chest.

boom! The real dragon's body left the string and the arrow flew straight out... After landing, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he lay there motionless.

The difference in strength is too big. In front of Mo Tianxing, the real dragon has no strength to fight back.

In a trance, thinking about his dead mother, Zhenlong saw Yilu's face in his mind, and the scenes of getting along with his mother when he was a child gradually emerged before his eyes...

"Long, what do you want to do when you grow up?"

"I want to be a great poet like Meadow!"

"Poet? Then you have to learn more from your father."

"I don't want it. Some of my dad's poems make my ears almost go numb. God is so good!"

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"Long, why don't you go to class today?"

"I...I have a stomachache...

"I made you skip class! I made you lie! Put your butt up and lie down. I'm going to beat you to make you remember!"

"Don't hit me, don't hit me. My butt is already blooming. I know I was wrong and I will never dare to do it again!"

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"Dad, tell me, how did mom die? Why did she have so many stab wounds on her body?"

"shut up!"

"Why won't you tell me the truth? Why?"

"I have said many times that she died in an accident."

"You lied! I don't believe it!"

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Seeing that the real dragon was probably passed out, Ichiro didn't want to waste too much time on this young boy, so he led everyone away.

The enemy who killed your mother is right in front of you, how can you just watch him slip away? Endless anger welled up in his heart.

"Stop!" There is no more terrifying look than a real dragon. He stood up staggeringly, with a terrifying and murderous intention that he had never seen before. At the same time, a warm current began to expand from the body. In an instant, there was a bang, and the fiery red fighting spirit doubled.

"What's going on?" An inexplicable pressure came from behind, and Ichiro turned his head to look, his blood-red eyes staring at him, making people shudder.

Revenge and killing filled True Dragon's heart, and he had lost his original calmness. "You must die here today!"

Ichiro frowned slightly, beginning to realize the danger of this red-haired kid.

"I'll come." Mo Tianxing took out the sword from his waist and galloped away. The sword in his hand had a special shape, with neat spikes on one side of the blade, like sharp wolf teeth.

"Mo Tianxing never draws his sword easily. Once the "Fang Blade" is unsheathed, there will be bloody killings." Cheng Jian said.

Whoosh!

The Demon Star turned into a shadow and appeared in front of the real dragon instantly. Then, the fang blade swung out quickly and slashed towards the real dragon's waist.

The real dragon exerted force on its waist and made a quick turn to avoid the slashing attack. Immediately, he threw out a lightning technique with his backhand.

bump!

Motianxing raised his sword and defeated it easily.

Where was the real dragon willing to give the opponent time to turn around? A blazing fireball left the palm of his hand and headed towards Mo Tianxing's chest.

Mo Tianxing took his time and blocked it with his sword. The fireball went out with a pop when it touched the blade.

bump! call out! choke! …

The two fought for more than twenty rounds in a row, but neither one took advantage. On the surface, it looked like a tie, but in fact, the aura in the real dragon's body began to become disordered. Because it was the first time he fought against a powerful swordsman and he lacked experience, he actually ignored the existence of sword energy.

Sword Qi is the offensive inner strength that every swordsman possesses. It is added to the sword blade to double the attack power. So sometimes, it's not the blade that can hurt the opponent, but the sword energy.

Just as the real dragon was avoiding Motianxing's offensive, the invisible sword energy attacked the body again and again, accumulating small amounts into large amounts and impacting the internal organs. He still didn't know why he felt inexplicable swelling and pain in his body, as if he was about to burst.

"What's wrong with me? My body suddenly feels swollen. Is it the reaction of the red fighting spirit? Impossible. The reaction should be a burning sensation, but now..." Beads of sweat are pouring from Zhenlong's forehead, and the swelling pain is getting worse. The stronger.