Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 194 What a coincidence, you are playing with fire too?
In the corridor of the Iron Dome Temple, an old man in a black kimono stood with his sword.

Ever since that night when Tamamonomae was infiltrated by the fierce demons and assassinated, and then kicked away in public in the Iron Dome Temple, the former number one fighter of the Snake Eight Families has always had a fire burning in his chest.

He didn't want to prove anything to anyone, he just wanted to regain his lost face.

Therefore, after Genji Heavy Industries was attacked again, he, as the former number one fighter of the Snake Eight Families, rushed to the scene as soon as possible.

And following the principle of getting up where you fall, he volunteered to guard the Iron Dome Temple.

However, this time he did not go to the meeting alone, but instead found a group of guards to scout the enemy.

If you can’t beat me, can’t you call for help?

Are you guys bullying the minority because you have more people?

Let’s see whether your Jun Yan is more powerful or the hail of bullets from the Sheqi Eight Clans is faster!
At this moment, he was standing in front of the elevator, where the road surface was still stained with burn marks and Deadpool's slime, and the hem of his kimono was rustling in the wind from the duct.

The metallic clicking sounds of twenty guns loaded simultaneously behind him were like a pack of wolves grinding their teeth.

Since there is no Word Spirit·Mingzhao to provide cover, it is not so easy to launch a sneak attack by taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the enemy by using the majority or the strong to bully the old.

"I won't let you get away this time."

Inuyama He held the sword in his hand and gently pushed the sword guard with his thumb, leaving a line of blood on Onimaru Kuninaga's face.

The blade reflected the pale emergency light, like a crescent moon immersed in a cold pond.

"Oh, you've got a defeated opponent." Old Tang sneered and threw the Yabuki Sakura on his shoulder to Finkel. The shadow of his black military cap covered his eyebrows.

"I'm in a hurry, so come on together."

The crisp sounds of hammering and dull metal collisions were heard again in the elevator shaft behind him. He knew without thinking that Yuan Zhisheng was coming after him again.

He had to deal with this group of people as soon as possible, otherwise it would take more effort if the large force of the Eight Clans of Sheqi came.

Chu Zihang and Caesar wanted to step forward, but Old Tang raised his hand to stop them:

"This old man's words are in the form of a moment. You can't defeat him."

With Lu Mingfei's knowledge assistance, he is no longer a ignorant person and has a good understanding of the common sense of the world of words and hybrids.

After saying that, he didn't care what the two aces of Kassel Academy were thinking, and started chanting the spell of Word Spirit·Jun Yan from zero frame.

Looking at the ancient dragon characters flowing out of the lips of the pretentious black-clothed man, the air twisted into ripples in the high temperature, and the smelly mucus on the ground evaporated in an instant. Chu Zihang was a little stunned.

This move looks so familiar.

On the opposite side, Inuyama He, whose golden eyes had ignited the moment he grasped the sword, quickly chanted the spell of Setsuna, and the whole person seemed to have entered a state that was difficult to lock.

Caesar clearly aimed his gun at him, but he felt like he might lose his target at any time.

Chu Zihang, who was holding the demon sword Murasame, also frowned slightly. Looking at the old figure standing with the sword in his hand, an image of a man waving a sword in the rain with a determined back appeared in his mind.

That mysterious feeling of not being chosen has been lingering in his mind to this day. It is a past that he can neither grasp nor go back to.

"Don't use the same trick again, it won't work on me!"

With the old man's roar, the seventh level suddenly blossomed.

With the sound of "clang", time seemed to collapse into light on the blade.

The moment Onimaru Kunitsuna drew his sword, the lights in the entire corridor dimmed.

The blood-red blade light was like a comet piercing the sun, and the ten-meter distance was just a few inches away under the divine speed.

The blade cut through the twisted heat wave and went straight for Old Tang's throat - but it suddenly froze at the last inch.

"clang!"

The demon sword Murasame appeared out of nowhere, and Chu Zihang's figure emerged amidst the flying sparks.

With an extremely powerful great cassock slash, he swiftly bit Onimaru Kuninaga who was rushing across.

The black-haired boy's eyes were filled with a deep darkness like the abyss, yet they revealed a solemnity that could not be ignored.

The shock wave generated by the intersection of the sword and Onimaru Kuninaga blew up the messy black hair on the boy's forehead and the old man's wide sleeves.

"Satsuma Shigenryu·Shishigen?!"

There was a flash of strangeness in Inuyama He's eyes when he was in top speed. This young man from the main unit could actually predict his lightning-fast Iai Slash and react in such a short time.

It is true that heroes emerge from youth.

only……

"Similar in form but different in spirit!" Inuyama He shouted. Under his sleeves lifted by the strong wind, the muscles of his slightly loose arms suddenly bulged, and his blood vessels swelled like winding snakes, as if he wanted to pour all his body's strength into this knife.

The encounter between the demon sword and the demon-slaying sword was fleeting. The violent sword force brought by the extremely fast sword slash was simply not something Chu Zihang could resist with a hasty slash.

The blade of Onimaru Kuninaga shook Murasame away, and the huge force transmitted from the blade pushed Chu Zihang back several steps with the sword. The young man's figure left a messy scratch on the ground.

The power of the blood-colored rainbow was reduced by half, but it was still as sharp as lightning, going straight for Old Tang's throat.

At this moment, the figure of the black-haired boy had disappeared from Inuyama He's eyes, leaving only the man in black and his slightly upturned mouth.

not good--!!!
Glancing at the smirk on Old Tang's lips, Inuyama He suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

As his pupils shrank suddenly, the blade was only an inch away from Lao Tang's throat, but it seemed to be trapped in some strange area of ​​sluggishness.

Every inch of progress seemed to be blocked by an invisible force, as if the air had turned into a sticky quagmire, holding the blade tightly.

Veins bulged on Inuyama He's neck and cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but he couldn't move forward even a little bit no matter what.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Old Tang slowly raised his hand, and with his two slender fingers lightly pinched, he actually stopped the blade of Onimaru Kunitsuna steadily in the air.

The demon-slaying sword that had slashed countless powerful enemies and left a significant mark in Japanese history was now like an insect nailed in amber, unable to move at all.

"How can this be?!"

There was a tremor of disbelief in Inuyama He's voice, and his arms were twitching slightly abnormally due to excessive force, but he could not pull the blade out from Lao Tang's fingers no matter what.

“No——impossible!”

Old Tang's mouth opened, revealing a malicious smile with the charm of a villain. He slowly inhaled and sucked all the Jun Yan in front of him into his mouth. The extreme light and hot spots illuminated his cheeks, but failed to hurt him at all.

Under the stunned gaze of the crowd, he swallowed the Jun Yan filled with destructive energy in one gulp.

"Gudu——"

As Junyan entered his stomach, Old Tang's eyes suddenly turned into the color of molten gold. He pinched the blade with his index finger and tapped it lightly, and the light as if from a neutron star explosion flashed at the intersection of his fingertips and the blade.

Ding--

The famous sword passed down from ancient times let out unwilling wails, the matrix that carried the ancient Japanese alchemy technique was instantly overloaded, and then the blade exploded into countless red fragments!

Puff puff--! ! !
The fragments of Onimaru Kunitsuna's explosion pierced into Inuyama He's body, and the powerful shock wave that followed was like an overloaded truck that knocked him away. His old but still heroic body retreated violently and hit the emergency installed guardrail.

"boom!"

The guardrail is broken.

"Boom!"

The head of the Inuyama family entered the water for the second time!
"Homeowner!"

"Lord Inuyama!"

The guards were horrified when they saw the first director of the Japanese branch fall into the water.

Two guards quickly broke away from the team and rushed to the guardrail to prepare for rescue, while the remaining eighteen people pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The sound of gunfire poured out like a rainstorm. The special anesthetic bullets for the Snake Hachika family, which were "improved" by the Ganliu Research Institute based on the Frigga bullets, achieved full coverage shooting at this moment.

Bullets cut through the air with deadly accuracy, whizzing in the direction of several "invaders".

Caesar had already pulled the trigger before the guards took action, and the automatic rifle he snatched from the guards on the 30th floor fired bullets crazily.

Finkel carried the unconscious Sakura Yabuki in one hand and fired wildly with the submachine gun in the other.

However, the huge gap between 2V18 is obvious, and they are the ones who suffer no matter how you look at it.

At the moment when the bullets of both sides collided, a tornado of flames with terrifying high temperature burst out from the side!
The scarlet flames swept through like an angry dragon, dissolving all the anesthetic bullets that were a perfect combination of alchemical techniques and modern military technology.

The bullet turned into liquid metal in the high temperature and dripped onto the ground, making a "sizzling" sound.

Old Tang glanced sideways and saw Chu Zihang, who had just been chopped away by a knife, now holding a flaming long knife and slowly standing up.

At this moment, his eyes were no longer deep black, but shining with lava gold, like two burning suns.

That golden color was brighter and purer than the light in Inuyama He's eyes.

"Is this... Jun Yan?" Old Tang murmured in a low voice, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He felt an extremely familiar aura from Chu Zihang, the same explosiveness, the same heat, the same anger as his.

And that was the Jun Yan that he had not yet detonated!
Chu Zihang did not respond, but slowly raised the Murasame in his hand.

Not only Old Tang, Chu Zihang himself has also developed an alternative method of using Jun Yan. However, this high-risk word spirit is too dangerous, and Professor Schneider never allows him to release it in public.

The demon sword Murasame is an alchemical weapon that is strong enough to withstand the high temperature brought by the King's Flame. Even if heated to the extreme, it will not deform. On top of the physical damage, it also adds fire magic damage!
The flames on the blade became more and more intense, as if they were about to ignite the surrounding air.

The black-haired boy's eyes were cold and sharp. He stared directly at the guards in front of him who had lost several men due to being caught off guard by Caesar and Finkel, as if he was looking at a group of lambs to be slaughtered.

Caesar looked at Chu Zihang's back, surprised that he possessed such a terrifying word spirit, and also surprised that his control over the word spirit was so profound.

You know, a high-risk word spirit like Jun Yan that has the ability to cause large-scale damage is extremely difficult to control, but the long dragon of flames that Jun Yan detonated just now only swept in a single direction and did not accidentally injure friendly forces.

"Stand back." His voice was low and cold, with unquestionable majesty, especially his pair of blazing golden pupils. In the eyes of these elite members of the Executive Bureau, they were even more intimidating than the director with the evil eye!
The guards were shocked by this sudden change, but their instinct as elite soldiers who had experienced many battles still made them fight back.

"Kill them, the young master will be here soon!"

The captain of the guards roared, aimed at Chu Zihang and was about to pull the trigger.

However, the next second, a piece of Onimaru Kunigahara fragment popped out of Old Tang's hand and pierced into the chest of the guard captain at a speed faster than a bullet fired from a gun.

With a loud "bang", the bulletproof ceramic plate of the guard captain's bulletproof vest on his chest shattered instantly. The powerful impact force knocked him to the ground and he was unable to get up.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

The gunshots rang out again, accompanied by the incessant sound of hammering in the elevator shaft, like a chaotic symphony.

Inside the elevator shaft, Yuan Zhisheng's heart was filled with anxiety beyond description.

He listened to the shouts outside, such as "The head of the Inuyama family fell into the water again!", "Hold on until the young master arrives, and everything will be fine!"...

Every word was like a thorn, piercing his heart.

He really wanted to chop Lu Mingfei and the elevator in half with one knife, then rush out and stab to death all those guys who were firing indiscriminately outside.

But it didn't work.

This bastard human trafficker who appeared out of nowhere is very evil. Not only is he extremely powerful, his physical fitness is almost the same as his. He can even withstand the martial arts that he has learned from countless famous sword masters!
Kagami Shinake-ryu, Yagyu Shinkage-ryu, Kasumi Shinto-ryu, Koshigen-ryu... the Two-heart Cutting Method, the Heart's Will Stick, the Tenpyo Ichimonji... the killing methods of various swordsmanship schools were displayed in turn in his hands, and he fought with his opponents with all his might in this space of less than nine square meters.

It's no use!

This bastard Sakura could always accurately predict his sword moves, as if they had practiced it thousands of times, but this was clearly the first time they were meeting!

After a fierce battle, Yuan Zhisheng discovered that this guy didn't know many sword moves and didn't have enough experience in actual sword combat.

But for some reason, every time he found the right moment to stab with his sword, the opponent seemed to have muscle memory, and would either block or dodge, somehow always avoiding his fatal move!
What kind of familiar stranger plot is this?!
Moreover, this bastard seemed to be sure that his teammates were not strong enough and would not be a match for the people from the college headquarters, so he dragged him into this elevator shaft to fight without any hurry.

At this time, the steel cable hanging the elevator car had been cut off during the fight. Both of them were hanging on the steel frame of the elevator shaft. If they were not careful, they would fall into a ten-meter-deep pit and join the unfortunate elevator.

"Who the hell are you?!" After another sword fight with no clear winner, Yuan Zhisheng's breathing became a little rapid, his eyes filled with deep doubts and undisguised anger, as well as a bit of unrelieved depression.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are."

Lu Mingfei swung the long knife in his hand, his eyes meaningful:
"Are you a brother who protects his younger siblings, or a righteous partner who protects Japan and the family, or... a tool used by Tachibana Masamune to achieve his ambitions by ruling the Eight Snake Clan?"

"What..." Yuan Zhisheng was about to ask a question when he saw a tall loser appear at the elevator entrance below. He was carrying a person on his shoulders, with his coat open, revealing the bomb vest inside, and he shouted at him:

"Brother, stop it, you've already lost!"

(End of this chapter)