Magical Strategist

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Ichiro's fist suddenly hit Sha Tianxing's chest and he scolded: "Sha Tianxing, when did your sword moves become so slow? Don't hold back, use all your strength."

After being hit for no apparent reason, Sha Tianxing's expression was somewhat ugly. Although he didn't use his full strength in the previous sword strike, it was more than enough to deal with the master. Could it be that the master had completely absorbed the power of the flames? In order to prove it, Sha Tianxing decided to go all out. Wow! Golden fighting spirit burst out of his body.

Ichiro also wanted to see how strong the new power was, so he calmed down and activated his magic power. What surprised him was that there were two kinds of fighting spirit in his body, golden and black, and these two kinds of fighting spirit were connected together, complementing each other, but he didn't know how to use them. After trying for a long time, he still couldn't release any fighting spirit. In his impression, Lieyan broke in alone and started killing people, killing gods and Buddhas as if he was in an unmanned place, all relying on the powerful fiery red fighting spirit. But now, although he has obtained the power of Lieyan, he has not found the existence of the so-called red fighting spirit. Could it be that there is another mystery behind the red fighting spirit?

"It took a true dragon several years of practice to fuse the two kinds of fighting spirit. Don't be so wishful thinking, you are not worthy of possessing his power!" Haitang said fiercely.

"What do you mean? What does fusion mean?" Ichiro asked.

"I don't know!" Haitang answered decisively.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I'll have plenty of time in the future. So, does this fusion mean that both fighting energies can be unleashed at the same time?" Haitang's words seemed to give a hint, and he tried to mobilize the magic power in his body again.

No one dared to believe it. There was a loud gust of wind, and a strong airflow broke out of the body, and a spiral of red fighting spirit suddenly burst out.

"So simple?" Ichiro said easily.

Haitang turned pale and only muttered to herself: "Impossible! Why can he control it so easily?"

"Don't be surprised. What the lord possesses now is tamed fighting spirit, so it is natural that he can control it at will. We have to thank the Flame Sutra. It has gone through untold hardships in practicing to provide the lord with such a strong power, hehe..." Zhi Tianxing stepped forward and said.

"This feeling is so good that I can't help myself. It's great, really great! Who else in the world can beat me now? Who else?" Excited, passionate, crazy, Ichiro wanted to challenge the whole world immediately. "Kill Tianxing, continue to play with me!"

"As ordered!"

Sha Tianxing rushed forward with his sword at full speed, and his lightning-fast sword moves were so fast that people could not catch them with the naked eye.

But it was still so slow in front of Ichiro. He was unarmed, his body sometimes bent down, sometimes jumped up, sometimes leaned to the left, sometimes to the right, making the sword of the killing star deviate an inch but still unable to hurt him a single hair.

The two fought for a long time and were evenly matched.

Then, Yong Tianxing, Mie Tianxing and others joined the battle. Ichiro fought alone against all the masters of the Tianzi Group, and he was at ease under the swords and shadows...

Even if a lot of mana is consumed in battle, with the help of the blood curse, it can still be quickly restored. It seems that as long as the mana is activated, the whole world can be owned! Is this the first-grade essence? Is this the blood curse? Is this the power of the flame? It is so powerful that it is unimaginable!

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As for Zhenlong, he is now no different from an ordinary person. After losing his magic power, he has to suffer the pain. Although Haitang used medical skills to stop the bleeding of the knife wound on his heart, the pain did not ease at all. Every small movement would bring great pain. He had not eaten for more than ten days. How could an ordinary person's physique last for such a long time? He seemed to smell the breath of death.

What is a power bead? Irene mentioned what would happen if the power bead drained all of his magic power. Now, he also accepted it. Now he was just an empty shell. Even if he could get out alive, he would only be able to survive.

It would be great to die, at least I wouldn’t be so tired.

"Lir True Dragon, you can't die yet." Angela quietly entered the dungeon.

The real dragon raised his head weakly, glanced at Angela, and said weakly: "What are you doing here? Are you here to see me off for the last time?"

"No, I'm here to help you," Angela said.

"unnecessary."

Angela took out a piece of food wrapped in cloth from her bag, stuffed it in front of the dragon and said, "Eat it." Seeing that the dragon was indifferent and refused to eat, Angela said, "If you don't eat it, how will you have the strength to escape the next day?"

The real dragon then began to eat voraciously.

"You are in such a mess now. Perhaps you will never see the grace of Lieyan again... Even if you lose everything, you must live well. The power can belong to others, but your life is your own. Well, I will leave the extra words for later. Who knows, someday our relationship may no longer be enemies but comrades-in-arms. See you later, Lille Zhenlong." After saying that, Angela left the dungeon.

Power can belong to others, but life is your own...

Angela's words were repeated more than ten times in Zhenlong's mind, and each repetition had a layer of meaning. What exactly was this woman's intention?

"I doubted this woman's origins from the beginning. So that's how it is." Mo Tianxing lay flat on the ground, his head resting on his arms, and said leisurely.

"What do you know?" asked the real dragon.

"It seems that the spies in Middle-earth have become active... Unfortunately, no matter how hard they try, they can't change the fact that they are destroyed." Mo Tianxing sighed. "Lieyan, you should be aware of your situation. If you continue to be loyal to Middle-earth, you will only die. Why not..."

"If you want to be a lobbyist, I advise you to practice your eloquence for a few more years." Zhenlong interrupted. "I don't care about the survival of Middle-earth, and I don't want to know what fortitude is. I just want to kill Shimizu Ichiro and kill every animal in the Shimizu family."

"Who can you kill in this state?" Mo Tianxing said sarcastically.

"That's enough!" The real dragon was hit in the vitals and suddenly roared. "No matter how miserable I am, I am better than you, a dog from Qingshui. You are not only a dog, but also a wild dog locked in a cage!"

“Hahahaha…” Mo Tianxing laughed wildly.

"Why are you laughing?" the real dragon cursed.

"I'm just laughing at your pity. Lieyan is only capable of verbal battles now. Haha..." Mo Tianxing laughed. "Without your power, you are nothing. Even if Lei Tianxing can rescue you, you can't escape the pursuit of the dark people. You want to kill all the Qingshui family? With your current strength?"

When Zhenlong heard this, his face changed drastically, his whole body trembled, and suddenly his throat felt sweet and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Mo Tianxing's sarcasm undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Zhenlong was already full of anger, and now it was getting more and more intense. He was seen panting violently, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and he was furious.

"Look at you. Shimizu Ichiro's metaphor is very appropriate. You are a useless person. Did you hear me? A useless person. Hahaha..." Mo Tianxing became more sarcastic.

The real dragon could no longer hold back his taunting, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot...

"You are too naive. Great strength does not represent everything. It is better to be an honest useless person..." After talking to himself for a while, Mo Tianxing turned over and fell asleep again.