Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

In fact, Lu Mingfei still doesn't know Odin very well. If he really knows Odin, he will know that no matter how powerful the enemy he faces, he will not retreat, and the seven deadly sins corresponding to him is the eight-sided Han sword named Pride in his hand. It is upright and would rather take the direct approach than take the crooked approach. Perhaps this is God's will.

"..."

On the other side, Chu Zihang, who had just walked out of the flames, looked at Lu Mingfei who was almost beating Odin, and suddenly felt that this world was a little unreal. Otherwise, how could he see a freshman who had just entered Kassel for more than a month beating up a dragon king? Even novels wouldn't dare to write like this!

But no matter how shocked and confused he was, Chu Zihang was, after all, a cold-blooded killer known in the academy. Without the slightest hesitation, he watched Odin use his spear to block Lu Mingfei's sword attack, and the moment he was unable to defend himself, he stabbed out with the Murasame in his hand, towards his back, and the flames burning on it instantly rose.

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound of collision, and Chu Zihang's sure-fire attack was blocked by a transparent barrier that suddenly appeared. The Murasame with flames burning in Chu Zihang's hand finally couldn't withstand the violent impact and broke into two in the middle after letting out a wail.

While blocking Lu Mingfei's attack, Odin turned around and gave Chu Zihang a mocking look. As the master of the sky and wind, he was able to sense even the slightest air currents in the air. In his eyes, Chu Zihang's sneak attack, which he thought was covert, was no different from a thief knocking on the door openly. He could block it by simply releasing a word spirit.

Chu Zihang looked at the crystal-like air field in front of him and the broken Murasame in his hand, his face was extremely calm. He had anticipated this scene when he covered the Murasame sword with flames. Although the Murasame was also a very advanced alchemical weapon, it could not withstand the burning of his nearly one thousand degree flame for a long time. The alchemical array inside was already on the verge of collapse when he was fighting against the words released by Odin, and finally it completely collapsed in this collision. Without the blessing of the alchemical array, the Murasame was just an ordinary weapon forged with special metal and was slightly sharper. Naturally, it could not withstand such an impact.

"Is that all? You can't even get revenge."

Chu Zihang spoke in a deep voice with a calm expression as he looked at the barrier in front of him, as well as Lu Mingfei who was stuck inside and Odin who had his back to him.

"In that case, let's use our last remaining energy together."

Chu Zihang once again chanted the spiritual words loudly. Unlike the previous quick chanting, this time the chanting was full of solemnity and epic feeling. The gorgeous aria spread far away through the air. As he chanted, the air within a radius of dozens of meters became scorching hot. The Murasame in his hand, of which only the hilt and a part of the blade were left, also flashed a dangerous red light.

"Brother Chu, what are you doing!"

Lu Mingfei saw Chu Zihang, who looked calm, through the gap between Odin and the Pegasus beneath him. He could feel the life force in his body being madly drained away and transformed into nourishment for the Word Spirit that he was about to release. He also felt a hint of danger above this Word Spirit and shouted loudly.

But at this time Chu Zihang could no longer respond to his cries, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and the dragon blood in his body was madly eroding his human part. Only his obsession with revenge on Odin was still supporting him to release this word spirit that might be the last sound of his life.

"It's just the struggle of an ant."

Hearing Lu Mingfei's call, Odin turned his head and looked at Chu Zihang who was constantly chanting the Dragon Script. A trace of disdainful loneliness appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not try to stop him. He just watched him finish chanting the Word Spirit. This was his respect for a dying man. Originally, according to his plan, he wanted to make Chu Zihang into a masked puppet to cause trouble for those old guys in Kassel Academy, but looking at the current situation, the plan could not be implemented. Chu Zihang used the fourth blood burst which almost certainly killed him, and now he used his vitality as fuel to release the Word Spirit. With these layers of buffs stacked up, it can be said that he is almost certain to die, unless the King of the Ocean and Water comes out now to use the power of life on him, maybe he can save his life, but how is that possible?

"Word Spirit! Jun Yan!"

Under Odin's gaze, Chu Zihang finally succeeded in reciting the last note. At this time, he was surrounded by endless red light spots. Each red light spot contained a flame that could burn a hill into charcoal. After releasing the spiritual words, he closed his eyes instantly and fell backwards. The scales on his body disappeared, revealing a bloodless face and a body that was almost skin and bones. His body quickly fell downwards.

The red light spot in the air became extremely manic and was about to explode because it lost the suppression of its user.

"Senior Brother Chu!"

At the moment Chu Zihang fell, Lu Mingfei, who felt his life breath gradually weakened, suddenly had a bright golden light in his eyes. He did not care about fighting with Odin anymore, and the surging power in his body suddenly erupted, like a surging volcano, and fiercely knocked Odin to the center of the flame. Then his body fell rapidly, and the barrier of Liuli Fancheng was like a piece of defenseless plastic film in front of him, which shattered at the touch of a button. Looking at Chu Zihang who was getting farther and farther away, Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, and the spirit of words instantly enveloped his whole body. The speed of the instantaneous superposition made his bones make a teeth-grinding sound. His body had been squeezed to the limit, and wisps of blood with a faint golden light flowed out of his mouth and nose, drifting along the sky.

And above him, the flickering fireflies finally exploded, and a loud noise like muffled thunder echoed in the sky all day, followed by rapidly expanding scorching flames and a huge shock wave.

Feeling the explosion behind him that was almost indistinguishable from that of a little boy, Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang with his eyes closed, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes. He did not expect that Chu Zihang could actually use this word spirit to such an extent. It was almost comparable to the world-destroying word spirit, Zhulong, that he released in the illusion. Although it was inferior in the range of destruction, the damage caused in an instant was almost the same. Although this was a final sound released at the cost of life, it was definitely a power that ordinary hybrids could not even dream of.

Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, looked at Chu Zihang who was so close to him, and increased his flying speed again. This time he felt that his internal organs were squeezed and blood gushed out, but his speed was also greatly increased.

Lu Mingfei reached out and held Chu Zihang in his arms, feeling his barely perceptible pulse, a long-lost bitter smile appearing on his face.

"Brother Chu, you have really hurt me this time."