Dragon Clan starts from digging the corner of Kassel

Chapter 373: The Crossroads (Family, Elbow wins the resurrection match)
What weak creatures humans are.

As a dragon king who has existed in the world since ancient times, Jörmungandr's vision spans the birth and rise of human civilization.

She witnessed with her own eyes how this race, which had been crawling at the feet of the dragon clan since its birth, survived as "consumables" and "slaves" all the way until the dragon clan was destroyed by its own war, and then occupied the entire world bit by bit.

Perhaps from the perspective of human beings, this is indeed a heroic history.

But to a supreme king, it is like the crazy proliferation of cockroaches in the house, filling the entire space and even declaring themselves the master of the house.

Are you kidding me? I’m going to puke!
She would never acknowledge the words coming out of the man's mouth, and she would never allow him to put her on the same level as the tiny human beings.

On the towering mountain of bones, the dark blue skirt of the black-haired girl in the blue and white uniform fluttered, and a violent spirit instantly burst out from her body. The noble soul that was condescended to this body roared angrily in the spiritual realm, stirring up the oppressive clouds in the sky. The vast power was enough to drive a human crazy in an instant.

But in Bu Shun's eyes, Hakimi was just breathing out again.

"Having fallen to this point, you only have the nobility and terror of this soul left. How much power can you still exert?"

Controlling the skin drawn by the power of shadow, Bu Shun slowly pulled out the blade on his knee and slowly stood up.

The hem of his coat was constantly pulled back by the oncoming gusts of wind, and the white hair of the incarnation of "Xixiao" kept flying behind his head. He was stern and stood firm like a knife.

"You are no match for me now."

With his bright red eyes, Bu Shun examined the figure of the Dragon King and said calmly, "Even so, you still want to fight me..."

When dealing with the Dragon King, you have to use your fists to do the talking.

Even though some words were not spoken, Jörmungandr could feel the subtle contempt in the man's tone.

An expression of uncontrollable rage appeared on the girl Wuxia's face, but she couldn't help but feel inexplicable grief and indignation - she had to admit deep in her heart that she was so weak now.

The dragon race is like this. Without blood and bones as the cornerstone of their strength, even if they have a great spirit, they will ultimately have fatal flaws.

Even though it can crush those insignificant weaklings, it is full of loopholes for the truly strong ones.

"So what!!"

With a shout, Dragon King Jörmungandr clenched his five fingers on his right hand, gathering unparalleled power between his fingers and palms. In an instant, the Eye of the Wind King, the Word Spirit, rolled up a violent vortex, swallowing the top of the mountain. Countless gravel and bone fragments mixed into the raging wind field, and in the blink of an eye, the surroundings became a barrier that would torture the fugitives.

The stage for the narrow road encounter has been set.

The power of the four elements of earth, wind, water and fire is the cornerstone of this world. The power of the spirit is above all else, so the Dragon King is able to control any ordinary spiritual words and even use them to perfection. But Jörmungandr knows that such a power that can shock any half-blood in the world is not enough to confine the man in front of him... Xi Xiao has a strength that even the Dragon King must be cautious of!
So as long as we can stop it for a moment, it will be fine.

The steps paved with petrified bones and blood shattered under his feet. The Dragon King, with his eyes burning with red gold, flashed like a ghost, came to the motionless man, and hit him with his elbow!
The girl's seemingly ordinary elbow strike did not cause any exaggerated sound barrier.

Facing this attack, Bu Shun instantly sensed the threat of the World-Ringing Snake's extremely poisonous fangs.

The poison of the "force" of the king of the earth and the mountain that kills anyone who touches it cannot be resisted by anything in the nine realms. Even the body of the Dragon King will die in front of it.

Even if the power of this power has been reduced to its limit due to Jörmungandr's weakness, it is still deadly to any being that retains material form.

However, such attacks still have their limits... No matter how terrifying the attack is, it is meaningless if it fails to hit the target!

Shadow!

The power of the divine name of the Shadow Mist Demon was activated, and Bu Shun's figure instantly turned into a non-existent shadow and passed through the Dragon King's deadly fangs.

The hazy black fog expanded and dispersed, gathering behind Jörmungandr to reveal Xixiao's broad figure.

The blade of the "Sariel" held tightly in the man's hand was burning with a strange purple fire. The knife flashed by, seemingly slowly but actually as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye when his elbow missed, the Dragon King turned around in a manner that almost violated the laws of mechanics. His free left hand was put together like a knife to meet the sharp blade that Bu Shun was slashing at!

"broken!"

Jörmungandr roared!

The eyes of the Dragon King, who had mastered the structure of force, reflected the most fatal flaw on the approaching blade. The sharp fingertips that transformed into dark blue dragon claws collided with the blade, causing a few bursts of sparks. The moment the claws and the blade separated, the force was injected into Sariel at the same time!
Even an evil blade that integrates extremely high-tech achievements and can control dark radiation matter is ultimately made up of matter.

After its Eye of Power was pierced by Jörmungandr, countless cracks appeared on its blade 0.02 seconds later.

With just one strike, the blade of Sariel was completely destroyed by Jörmungandr, but Bu Shun's expression remained unchanged. Facing Jörmungandr's other hand, he simply retracted his right arm that was bounced away, and indifferently continued to swing the blade in his hand that was gradually turning into gravel.

Is he crazy?

This thought only existed in Jörmungandr's mind for a moment before she immediately put it out of her mind.

A breath that made her feel creepy caused the scales on the back of the Dragon King, who had transformed into a half-human, half-dragon state, to explode, and his back arched like a cat.

The red-gold dragon's pupils narrowed, and she had already sensed where that dangerous feeling came from.

The cruel purple flame extended from the shattered blade, as if to cover her eyes. It expanded alarmingly and quickly engulfed her vision.

The power of the Burning Demon's divine name, a flame that shatters everything and is in some ways very similar to her earthly poison, is about to draw her into a cruel hell.

“Is this the thing?!”

Jörmungandr immediately recognized the horrible fire that had cleansed the entire planet of the Pamish Red Tide in the world of Gray City.

Even if he activated the dragon blood in this body to the limit, the half-dragon body he obtained in exchange would definitely not be able to last even half a second in this flame.

Don't get hit by this guy's attack!

Sharp earth spikes screamed out from the skeletal body of the god. The element of "earth" not only symbolizes the earth, but also represents the foundation of all material in this world.

In its heyday, Jörmungandr could raise mountains of sharp blades at any place with a single thought, and turn the roaring ocean into an immovable earth. The technology that Norton needed to use alchemy to transform matter was just an instinct in front of her.

But she doesn't have that kind of power now, and she doesn't need to raise the Sword of Mountains.

She only needed to plant the thorns and wait for the moment when they took root and sprouted, then raise her body to avoid Bu Shun Yanyu's sword.

Like the gap between the horns of an antelope, the figure of the girl and the shadow of the man crossed each other. In less than 0.0003 seconds, the cruel flames directly engulfed the earth spikes standing up under Jörmungandr's feet, leaving a beautiful trajectory on this storm-wrapped stage.

"--kill!!!"

Jörmungandr did not even have a trace of hesitation in her heart. She controlled the strong wind in the field she had built like a flying dragon, and swung her sword down from the sky. Whether her attack touched the opponent's body or the cruel flames swallowed her, the end would come in an instant.

But so what? This was not the role-playing game Xia Mi was playing with those human hybrids. She would not allow others to use poison, conspiracy, and boring technical violence to defeat her who wanted to move on to the next stage.

Faced with the inhumanly powerful "Xi Xiao", she will use all her strength for the first time in thousands of years to defeat him completely!

With such determination in mind, fierce flames leaped in the red-gold eyes of the Dragon King, who was in the form of a young girl.

Cruelty, determination, indifference, tyranny... complex emotions were forged in those eyes, revealing the majesty befitting a king.

No matter how depraved she had been over the past thousands of years, when she faced her fate, she was still the proud queen of the earth and mountains.

"..."

The avatar's expression remained indifferent.

In Xia Mi's eyes, the man was always expressionless, with deep emotions in his scarlet eyes.

It is like a pool of calm and cold lake water, reflecting the silent moonlight in the night.

How could they defeat such an enemy? A guy who was more like a monster than their dragon clan?
Such doubts arose in Xia Mi's mind, and she found that she somehow had a feeling that even if she tried her best, she could not defeat the man in front of her.

The Dragon King's hand knife slid down like a wing, tearing through the air and slashing towards the man's neck as he just turned around.

Just a touch would be enough, and the poison of the world would send him to purgatory, where he would never be able to escape. But such a beautiful idea was just a fantasy, and Xia Mi could only watch as her fingertips passed through a layer of dark shadows, as if passing through a veil, and fell into the air again.

Attack again, defend again.

The man's body, as steady as a mountain, remained motionless, just like the shadow under the moon, seemingly close at hand, yet forever untouchable.

The man in front of him would not give himself the chance to touch him.

This kind of thing should have been understood from the beginning. Xia Mi knew that the opponent in front of her was a Doomsday Hunter who had gone through countless hardships. However, in a confrontation of this level, there was no way she could make him reveal a fatal flaw.

On the contrary, no matter how hard you try, there is always a limit.

The heart in the chest was beating wildly, injecting the surging dragon blood into every muscle and squeezing out inhuman strength from every cell. But after only fighting for dozens of rounds in just a few seconds, unspeakable fatigue had accumulated in this human body.

A hybrid's body is still a hybrid after all. Even if the Dragon King can refine the dragon blood with his will to a level far superior to "second degree blood violence" and "third degree blood violence", it cannot support her in fighting a truly terrifying strong man to the end.

The wind field created by the Wind King's Eye was still swirling, and on the narrow stage, the Dragon King and the non-human seemed to be dancing a dance that would soon end.

"Is it over?"

Bu Shun used the cruel flame to fix the blade in his hand, which had completely shattered into ashes, and cut off the earth thorns growing from the ground one by one. He said with ease: "After all, he is only a half-baked Dragon King. It's good enough that he can do this."

Hearing his unkind comment, Xia Mi immediately became angry, and then... and then became angry.

Waving his hand, he sent down more than ten wind blades in return. The dark golden eyes of the Dragon King were burning with unspeakable anger: "Who are you calling a half-wit?!"

Although if she thought about it carefully, she really couldn't refute this description.

But she can lose her temper! Losing her temper for no reason is a woman's privilege!
The hazy black fog swallowed up the wind blades that were strong enough to cut through steel, turning them into a breeze that brushed against one's face. The man's short silver-white ponytail swayed behind his head, and he looked calm, more like he was having a fierce quarrel than fighting.

"This meaningless battle is almost over. There is no point in fighting with you." Bu Shun's eyes swept across the girl's angry face, and he said calmly: "It's meaningless even if I kill you here."

"You mean you can kill me at any time?!"

"Yes."

The man's frankness really made her angry, but Xia Mi really had no way to defeat him. This anger could only ignite her own heart and could not hurt the enemy at all.

——Then do we still need to fight?

"If we keep fighting like this, I will be the only one to die." Xia Mi said to Jörmungandr, "If I die now, I have no idea what I will become when I am reborn again."

The world is changing so fast now, she is worried that when she opens her eyes again, she will see Odin holding the Spear of the God blocking her face.

The probability of such a thing happening is definitely not zero, it is even very high.

Xia Mi had such confidence in the enemy she hated the most. After all, it was because of him that she had been wandering for a thousand years.

Jörmungandr asked, “Is that the end of it?”

Xia Mi thought, "I hate Odin more than this man, and you should too."

The Dragon King in my heart remained silent, but also agreed with this idea.

It is not impossible to talk in front of a bigger enemy - having said that, if Xi Xiao does not show strength enough to overwhelm her, the Dragon King will not think of communicating with her on an equal footing.

The dragon race is such a twisted race. They despise life and only believe in strength and authority.

to some extent……

Just like humans.

"Stop now?" Xia Mi waved her hands to shatter several rocks kicked by Bu Shun that were big enough to blow her head off. Her expression was cold. "Although I was the one who initiated the attack, I will not apologize."

She also understands that you can't stop only when you are at a disadvantage.

What's more, men are always obsessed with the so-called "face" and abandon rational things because they feel their face is hurt. She has seen countless examples of this in her long life.

Assuming Xixiao doesn't want to stop, she will continue fighting without hesitation.

So...what choice will this man, whom she has to admit, make?

After experiencing the torture of work and the blow of illness, I tried my best to beat pneumonia and finally I can crawl out and update. I’m sorry everyone.

In this chapter, I tried to add a character picture of Xixiao, the incarnation, to see how it works.

(End of this chapter)