God after all

Chapter 106 The Battle of the Dragon and Snake (11)

The rain blew on his slightly upturned face, he stood silent in the cold wind, smoked the last cigarette quietly, and pinched out the cigarette butt with his fingers.

"You help me fight."

There was a sudden silence in the Bluetooth headset.

"All the members who are distributed in the Beijing-Kowloon area have arranged the formation, and I will lead the magic dragon over."

Youfeng's voice is gentle and sweet, and he gazes at the sky with magnificent and quiet eyes - there is a crazy mix of shells, dragon roars, flames and a group of fighter jets that look like magic birds.

The horrific and cruel picture shook the world, causing the storm to howl and tremble.

Regardless of the dissuasion of the four companions who were waiting around, Youfeng went forward alone.

"minister!?"

A young woman is about to follow, but is held back by his "don't follow" orders.

Looking at the extremely lonely back, the four companions with long swords on their backs were stunned for a moment.

"Minister, are you going to face the dragon alone? It's too dangerous!"

It was a teenager who ran out to stop him, but he looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.He was the youngest of the four companions present.

"Please let me fight side by side with you!"

Youfeng didn't stop, didn't look back, and didn't pay attention to him.

"No matter how you say it, you need to find a partner, right? You can't run around alone to be handsome!"

It's not like what a subordinate would say to a boss, but the tone is like a brother who was born and died.

Although the young man pursued him closely, he didn't dare to stop him directly.

Youfeng was so entangled by the people around him that he had to stop, and finally looked at this energetic and courageous young man.

"Doro, didn't you hear what I said?"

"But... Your Excellency Minister..."

"nothing."

Before he could finish speaking, You Feng put a hand on his shoulder, and comforted him to go back to his companion in a brotherly tone.

"Although you are young, you are an excellent existence in my eyes. Your companions need your help."

"But……"

The young man who was a head shorter than Youfeng was speechless, his eyes blurred by Minister Yuan Jing'an's peaceful smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. We will have the opportunity to fight side by side in the future, but this time you must obey my order and return to your companion."

The three of them stood silently on the ground, watching Doro and Youfeng quietly.The wind and rain blew the hems of their coats, and their black figures appeared hazy in the dark sky.

The young man watched the minister leave silently, and saw a pair of purple light wings spread out on his back, and his figure that hadn't walked far kicked off the ground and soared into the sky.

Dozens of armed fighter jets retreated and flew away, clearing the fighting field for those who came.

In the sky, a figure of a jade tree facing the wind confronted the magic dragon.

Dragon flames spewed out from the huge mouth of the black hole.

The huge wings of a sailboat fanned the violent air current.

The sea of ​​flames that filled the air burned the vast sky, and the color of the sky changed.

Roaring and roaring resounded like mournful screams through the extremely tragic Beijing-Kowloon area.

On the ground ravaged by flames, members of the Holy Spirit Knights arranged a deadly cutting formation.

The ground was quickly covered with silver light intertwined like spider silk.

The silk thread snakes glowing with cool colors are twisted and twisted like snakes, extending towards the sky, organized into a dense net covering the cold sky, opening in all directions, locking the sky from the south to the north.

Tiny figures stood on the devastated land, looking up at the endless tumbling sky of flames and dark clouds.

The wings of the dragon fluttered high and set off a raging storm.

Its roar is loud and deafening, enough to make everything in the world tremble.

The magical dragon that covers the sky and the sun is chasing and following the Youfeng flying in the sky, and it is racing against time to breathe out the pillar of dragon flames.

Youfeng moved swiftly, protecting himself with a lavender halo, avoiding the monster dragon's mouth and flame storm.

A chasing scene in the sky was staged until the figure stopped suddenly, and the wings of the magic dragon rushed towards it with raging flames, obliterating the figure's location.

The giant dragon body that couldn't stop the speed rushed into the dense net encirclement, and its painful screams broke out instead.

There were roars of beasts flowing in the scorching air, and every wail of the magic dragon was accompanied by a pillar of fire gushing out from its giant mouth.

However, it was too late, and it was difficult to break out of the encirclement of fatal cutting.

The sharp silk thread that spanned half of the sky cut its solid dragon body.

Black scales mixed with blood fell like pouring rain.

People far away from the deadly cutting formation just stared at the sky quietly, witnessing a figure hanging in the void without moving.

"Get ready to bind the dragon with the lock of the gods."

Youfeng gave orders to the Bluetooth headset for communication, and the voice spread to the ears of all members of the Beijing-Kowloon District.

The magic dragon roared again, it was too exhausted to breathe out dragon flames, it could only stare at its two blood-red eyes.

Feeling its unrevealable fury, Youfeng took out the cigarette case with his hand in his pocket, took out a cigarette, and lit the cigarette with a lighter.

Surrounded by raging flames, the picture of him in the bright red was extremely quiet.

He smoked this cigarette a little melancholy, and the heavy weight in his stomach dominated his body and mind.

The demon dragon entangled in the dense net stopped struggling and could only moan and whine in vain.

Youfeng finished smoking silently, and after pinching out the cigarette butt with his fingers, he plummeted to the ground.

The violent wind and rain were blowing against his thin body, and the images shrouded in black clouds and flames moved extremely fast around him.

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The weaker dragon's roar came to Leng Ji's ears from the distant Beijing-Kowloon District.

He finally retracted his gaze into the distance, and the figure walking alone was lonely, silently walking through the dilapidated streets.

The road full of rubble is very wide, surrounded by the remains of collapsed and crumbling buildings, the deserted scene of a doomsday ruins is nothing like this.

At the junction of Jingjiu District and Fenggu District, there are dozens of monsters wandering around. They are hell demons that Diosotto brought to this era through the time-space portal. Unfortunately, they met Lengji Narrow Road.

The inevitable battle is about to begin.

The grim and gloomy youth stopped, ignoring what he saw and heard, turning a blind eye to the dangerous situation he was in.

These guys wandering here can be said to be servants of the dark nobles. They recklessly burned down the three closed areas of Jiuhua City, and are being hunted down by some members of the Holy Spirit Knights.

The dark eyes only need to look back at the monsters, and at a glance, the few monsters that are on the ground are so frightened that they are about to move, and even the few flying in mid-air flap their wings restlessly.

The air became thick, and the strong sense of oppression emanating from the black figure bound the surroundings. The gap in this contest of disparity in strength was already clear at a glance.

Instead of using the God's Wrath Spear to deal with the immediate crisis, he summoned Nemesis in hand instead.

Isn't this move very strange?An insignificant opponent worthy of Leng Ji's own sword?

Facing the divine sword that terrified countless monsters, the monster's reaction was very abnormal compared to before, and there was no fear in its eyes.

What kind of subtle transformation has happened that can make a vulnerable creature fearless in front of a strong person who is a hundred times stronger than them?

Nemesis showed the posture of the sword tip facing down, and the bright and beautiful blade glowed with an icy light.

This kind of cold light is the killing intent released only when the sword-wielder maintains a high level of vigilance, it is the breath of death.

This kind of absolute threat cannot be brought by a few alien demons, but is another kind of transcendent and powerful existence.

After staring at 300 meters away for about a minute, the familiar burly figure clearly broke into the field of vision, coming faster than Leng Ji had imagined.

(End of this chapter)