Dragon Clan, Lu Mingfei who repeatedly returns from the game

Ok?

Silly dragon?

What silly dragon?

Aren’t you here to race with me?

……

Oh ~

So it was that coward you were talking about...

Hmm... Lu Mingfei recalled its size.

That thing is indeed big enough, but it shouldn’t be enough to give Gu Nan such a headache, right?

But since she has asked for help, I guess it won’t be easy to fight her.

Forget it, I'd better go and help quickly, otherwise she will definitely find something to do for me later.

And she kept messaging herself in the communication, one message every second, very regularly.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingfei slammed on the brakes, held the steering wheel with both hands and turned it hard. With a sharp friction sound, the fiery red building block racing car stopped steadily in the middle of the track.

Before Xia Mi and Chu Zihang, who were following behind, could react, Lu Mingfei opened the car door, moved to their side in an instant, and flashed back to Nibelungen with one hand.

Nibelungen at this moment has changed drastically. The space that used to have clear air and twinkling stars has now become extremely dark. All that can be seen is a huge figure in front that is frantically destroying everything.

Because the battle was so fierce, there was no place to stand. The ground was covered with large and small gravel, covering the originally flat ground tightly.

At the same time, the rocks above were still falling, as if they would bury them completely at any time.

Lu Mingfei looked carefully and found that in the distant sky, a dark blue dragon was fighting fiercely with a small dot glowing white.

The dragon's figure was as huge as a dark cloud, its scales gleaming with mysterious light, emitting a powerful aura. Every time it flapped its wings, it would stir up a gust of wind, making the surrounding air heavy.

That guy seemed to have no need to chant, as he continued to use various powerful words.

Balls of flames or icicles, lightning and shock waves dyed the surrounding space into colorful colors.

At the same time, it uses its huge body as a weapon, constantly hitting and tearing its opponents.

The small white dot seemed unusually agile. It shuttled rapidly in the air, dodging the dragon's attacks with amazing speed and flexibility.

Every dodge is so precise that one can't help but marvel.

The dragon's sharp claws almost scratched the white dot's throat, just a difference of 0.1 centimeter; the lightning brushed the white dot's eyelashes, only a millimeter away; the shock wave came like a tide, but the white dot always managed to successfully dodge within the maximum distance... Such scenes were staged frequently in just a few seconds, as if it was a thrilling life and death chase.

This series of thrilling actions is probably more exciting and thrilling than the plot of an action movie.

If you edited these scenes together, they could easily fill up the fight scenes of an entire martial arts film, and there might even be some left over.

The whole scene is like a colorful painting, which makes people dazzled and their heartbeats accelerate.

Watching this exciting battle, Lu Mingfei suddenly had a question in his mind.

He stared at the battlefield intently, thinking to himself: Judging from the situation, Gu Nan can still hold on for an hour or so. I have to ask now, otherwise I will forget it later.

So, he decided not to hesitate any longer and asked directly:

"Junior sister, can your Dragon King use all the words?"

Hearing this question, Xia Mi showed a serious face and answered seriously: "No, I can't use their ultimate words."

"Oh..." Lu Mingfei pinched his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face, and continued to ask: "How many kinds of words are there in total?"

This question stumped Xia Mi. She lowered her head and thought for a moment before slowly replying, "I know probably a few hundred, but it's hard to say how many are left."

"It's hard to say in what aspect?" Lu Mingfei frowned, puzzled.

"Too many and too complicated." Xia Mi said softly.

“Too many and too complicated…” Lu Mingfei repeated Xia Mi’s words, as if he had suddenly realized something. “It means that the Word Spirit is not something you are born with, but something you acquire through development, right?”

"Of course! What else?" Xia Mi nodded as a matter of course and responded.

Hearing Lu Mingfei's guess, Xia Mi couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking how could this guy be so stupid? Isn't this obvious? Is there any need to ask? However, seeing Lu Mingfei's confused look, she patiently explained: "For us Dragon Kings, the control of elements is already perfect, so as long as we have seen the flow of elements when the Word Spirit is released, we can copy it."

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and asked thoughtfully, "Then if you haven't seen it before, you can't copy it, right?"

"Ang." Xia Mi raised her chin, proud like a little rooster who won the right to mate: "Yes, but I am Jörmungandr, my abilities are more than that~"

After saying that, she blinked and gave a playful smile.

As the two were talking, the violent dragon in front of them seemed to suddenly calm down.

Its body was still in the air and its wings stopped flapping, as if time had stopped flowing.

Then, as if it suddenly sensed something, it turned back and stared at them with its huge eyes. Those eyes were like burning flames, making people shudder.

Then, Lu Mingfei saw what a husky running wildly looked like.

The dragon opened its bloody mouth, let out a deafening roar, and then rushed towards them like a cannonball.

That huge body was like a moving mountain, and every step made the ground tremble.

Imagine what it would feel like to have such a huge monster rushing towards you at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour.

It was truly earth-shaking!

Lu Mingfei felt as if he was in a doomsday disaster and the whole world was shaking.

He could even feel the powerful aura and heat emanating from the dragon, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Lu Mingfei really couldn't bear to see such a touching scene of family reunion, so he dodged and ran away with Chu Zihang several hundred meters away.

If I were to use a metaphor to describe this scene, it would be like a vicious dragon pouncing on a little princess who is deeply loved by the people.

However, Xia Mi might be used to this kind of scene, and she had a calm expression on her face, even if the sky was collapsing. The moment before the dragon was about to hit her, she just bent her knees slightly, easily jumped dozens of meters high, and then landed steadily on the dragon's head.

"Fenrir, be quiet!"

Following a queen-like majestic shout from the dragon rider above the dragon's head, the husky as big as a mountain instantly quieted down.