Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 116 Nuclear Peace Negotiations
The Bafang Sword of the Han Dynasty and the Yushen Sword Murasame are intertwined in the hands, and the light of the swords interweaves into two brilliant galaxies.

"Double swords, not bad."

Di Xin's eyes lit up, and he drew two swords, one long and one short, from his waist.

"Ancient and Modern Sword Records" records: "Wu Ding reigned for 59 years, and cast a sword in the first year of the year, three feet long, with the inscription 'Zhaodan', ancient seal script."

"Ancient and Modern Sword Records" also contains: "Yin Taijia, reigned for 32 years. At the age of four years, Jiazi cast a sword, two feet long, and the text is 'Dingguang', ancient seal script."

After Zhou Wu Wang Jifa defeated the Shang army in Muye, he searched for these two swords but failed.

After entering Chaoge City, I searched extensively, but still couldn't find it.

Because these two swords were brought into the Nibelungen by Di Xin who was in suspended animation, and they were not drawn out of their sheaths until today.

The Bright Sword is as bright and clean as a mirror, and the Lightning Sword is as dark as ink. In Di Xin's hands, the two swords, one bright and the other dark, flow indefinitely like yin and yang. Swordsmanship has become an art to this extent.

And Chu Zihang learned the sword skills from the Sons of Phoenix Chapter. If Di Xin is killing in art, then he is killing in art.

Chu Zihang used both hands together, the mighty sword came out of the hole like a poisonous dragon, and stabbed Di Xin's wrist quickly, while the Yushen Dao suddenly slashed down, cutting towards Di Xin's thigh.

Facing such a fierce move, Di Xin did not panic.

Zhao Danjian raised and collapsed upwards, his wrist trembled as if stirring water in a pool.

A strangling force was transmitted from the blade of the sword to Chu Zihang's wrist, and he felt somewhat unable to grasp it.

Chu Zihang was already in his heart, and hurriedly clenched his five fingers tightly, so that he didn't let the sword drop.

And the imperial sword that cut the lower body was also stopped by the light sword, and then moved to the side.

Yu Shendao leaned forward with his figure, almost sticking his head under the opponent's sword.

"not good!"

Chu Zihang's cold scales stood erect, stepped on his left foot, and spun several times like a top with the help of reaction force, dodging the gallbladder sword that Di Xin slashed down on his head.

"what?"

This footwork was beyond Di Xin's expectation, and before he had time to pursue him, the Han Bafang Sword had stabbed him at the waist from the side.

Facing the offensive and defensive Yixing, Di Xin spread his arms like bird wings, and his body leaned back sharply, as if his upper body was broken.

With a sword piercing the air, Chu Zihang wanted to go down, but was wrapped around his neck by two interlaced sword lights.

Facing the death scissors, he twisted and pulled his left hand backwards, and the Yushen Dao swung a thin line in the air, swinging both swords high.

Juhezhan·Cunyu, under intensive training, Chu Zihang has integrated all the kendo learned in the Children's Palace into his two-handed swordsmanship.

The four sword lights stirred up countless phantoms, covering the figures of the two of them.

After an unknown number of rounds, with a violent collision, the two finally separated.

"Your path to becoming a god is not quite right."

Looking at the several scars on his chest, Di Xin shook his head and said.

"Did you mean violent blood?"

Chu Zihang said.

His injuries were more serious, with two vertical, two horizontal and four wounds running across the first half of his life, like a well.

"Do you call this violent blood? It is quite appropriate. However, this kind of technology is inherently incomplete, and what you use is even more incomplete."

Dixin said.

Chu Zihang knew what he meant. Under the normal four-degree blood pressure, he should have become a beast with only instincts left. How could he still have a normal conversation like this.

Faith in the Emperor helped him maintain his human form, but it also kept him from unleashing the full power of Violent Blood.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your strength is not enough. I only have the strength left for one sword fight. If you can't satisfy me, then you can be buried."

Di Xin said coldly.

Maybe he can treat dragons and humans equally, but he is also a cruel and harsh king himself.

"Brother, let me come."

Chu Zihang was about to answer when Finger came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"can you?"

Chu Zihang's words were a little straightforward.

"Don't underestimate me, I used to be from A-level too. Besides, I can do violent blood."

Fingel pouted.

"You might become Deadpool."

Chu Zihang stared at him and said.

Finger's swordsmanship is almost the same as his. To defeat Di Xin, Finger also needs to use the fourth degree of violent blood.

But unlike him who has the emperor's protection, Fingel's dragon blood ratio has a high probability that it will not come back after the blood burst.

"It may not change. If you really become a Deadpool, don't rush to purify me. When the leader wakes up, tell him about my achievements and ask him to ask the god to change me back."

Fingal said nonchalantly.

"May the Emperor bless you, Brother Fingal."

Although Finger was not pious, Chu Zihang felt that the emperor would not object to giving him a blessing.

"If I really die, remember to forget it for EVA, go to the principal and ask about the emperor, and then help me kill him."

Finger waved his hand and walked towards Di Xin.

Every time he took a step, a cloud of blood mist burst out from his body.

His body didn't grow scales, bony protrusions, bone wings, etc., but directly turned into a golden man.

"Is this the fourth degree of violent blood? I look really valuable."

Fingel said nonsense with a smile, without the solemn feeling of the bronze statues in the temple.

But when he leaped tens of meters in the air, and then swung the huge bronze sword and chopped down, he really had the aura of a god descending to earth.

The bronze on the ground was absorbed by the words and attached to Fingel's German two-handed sword.

The two-handed sword, which was originally less than the width of a palm, is now as wide as two people, but it doesn't feel abrupt at all, and the cold light radiates, completely natural.

This is the power of Yanling Bronze Throne strengthened by the fourth degree of violent blood, which can control most of the metals in the world.

If it's just a golden bell that strengthens the body, how can it reflect the high risk of serial number 87.

The imperial meaning of the bronze throne is the meaning of envoy metal, which is also the natural power of the king of bronze and fire.

Although compared to the sword of serial number 82, the bronze throne cannot be manipulated so precisely.

But in the face of such an opponent with extraordinary sword skills, pure violence is sometimes the best way to attack.

Di Xin was already dying, but Finger was still young and strong.

The huge door panel fell from the sky, and the bronze was still attached to the sword, making the area even more exaggerated.

"Okay, okay!"

Faced with such a style of play that does not emphasize martial ethics, Di Xin smiled instead of anger.

In fact, his favorite weapon is the axe.

Di Xin stretched out his hand, and the bronze on the ground also gathered and deformed in his hand, and finally shaped into a ghost-faced giant axe.

Chu Zihang's eyes were fixed, and the ax was exactly the same as the one on the bronze door.

If he is familiar enough with the history of the Shang Dynasty, he will know that this is actually not an axe, but a Yue.

The blade is wide and curved, like a crescent moon, and the shaft is much longer than the handle.

Compared with the axe, the Yue is more similar to a sacrificial vessel, and it is a symbol of the authority of the commander.

But in the hands of real warriors, it is also a sharp weapon for killing on the battlefield.

And Di Xin was undoubtedly such a warrior.

King Zhou of Shang confronted Finger who fell from the sky with a ghost-faced axe in his hand, and the identities of the two were reversed at this moment.

Finger was like an evil god who sent down divine punishment, while Di Xin was the hero who rose up to resist.

The swords and axes struck each other, and the huge collision sound echoed throughout the city.

Chu Zihang touched his ears, and there were drops of blood flowing out of them.

The collision of weapons actually produced an effect similar to that of Akina Sakai's speech.

Di Xin knelt down on one knee, and the big ax was hit on his shoulder by the huge sword, and a piece of his shoulder was obviously sunken.

Whether it is the position or the weight of the weapon, he is at a disadvantage.

But Finger's injuries were even more serious. Under his indestructible body, his hand bones were already covered with fine cracks.

Under the impact of this ultra-high-intensity force, the defect of the bronze throne's insufficient strengthening of bones was undoubtedly revealed.

Di Xin on the opposite side looked miserable, but his injuries were actually much lighter than his.

If it was Fingel in normal times, he might consider other tactics, but at this moment, his spirit has been eroded by dragon blood.

The red-golden pupils turned quickly, and the ancient dragon text was read out like a cannonball.

Word Spirit Bronze Throne activated again, but this time it was not the bronze on the outside of the envoy, but the blood inside the envoy.

The blood with a metallic luster breaks through the blood vessels, invades the bone seams, until it soaks and wraps the bones, and then solidifies.

This is a very dangerous operation. If there is another high-intensity collision, the sharp bone fragments and blood blades may directly slice his internal organs into sausages.

But Fingel didn't realize this at all. The battle between the dragon clan was life and death, and now he just wanted to tear this unsightly fellow into pieces.

He stretched out his hand, and the bronze was attached to the hilt of the two-handed sword that had been severed by the roots again, but this time the volume was much smaller, about as wide as the bronze axe.

Fingel stepped on the ground with both feet, and two shallow pits were stepped on the ground that was harder than steel.

The two-handed sword draws circles alternately left and right, and when it is close to the back, it strikes head-on. This is one of the most basic offensive moves of the two-handed sword, the big windmill.

This name is just a description of the car to ordinary people, but it becomes a noun when it is used by Finger.

The giant sword stirred the air and blew a strong wind, causing Di Xin's dress to keep rolling and flying, blocking his sight.

It's now!

Fingel yelled, the giant sword moved to a high point and then crashed down, cutting towards Di Xin's head with a huge centrifugal force.

Di Xin smiled arrogantly, and the ghost-faced ax slashed across the ground from bottom to top, drawing a spark, and slashed straight at the giant sword.

When the strength and speed of both sides have reached a certain limit, the simple change of moves will not have much meaning.

The chance of victory is only a thin line.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the blood is soaring.

Di Xin looked at the huge sword embedded in half of his neck, and sighed with difficulty.

After all, he is not an immortal king, time and injuries have made him exhausted.

Fingel let go of the hilt of his sword, and slowly lay on his back on the ground.

He doesn't dare to move now, and if he moves all his bones, he will be separated from his family.

Di Xin's ax shattered all the bones in his body, but it also allowed his humanity to gain the upper hand.

"Nice fight."

Di Xin nodded, and said something to the chariot Deadpool on both sides.

Immediately, two chariots, Deadpool, drove up to the armored vehicle, and then moved the thing down under Chu Zihang's vigilance.

"I still have one thing to ask."

At the end of the curtain, Di Xin changed back to the tone of the last Shang king.

"You said."

"If you meet the king of water, please behead him and bury him under the pasture."

There seemed to be thousands of years of cold wind blowing in Di Xin's tone.

"it is good."

Chu Zihang nodded.

"This is a reward."

Di Xin took off his two earrings and put them in his hands, then melted them into a jade bottle.

He stretched out his hand to cut open his heart, and the jade bottle was filled with red-gold blood.

The blood of the ancient dragon, this is the treasure that countless hybrids, including pure blood dragons, want to obtain!
"Let's go."

Di Xin threw the jade bottle to Chu Zihang, then turned and walked towards the high platform.

Chu Zihang gently picked up Finger, turned around and boarded the armored vehicle, then turned around and left.

After driving to a safe enough distance, he pressed the detonator.

After a brief silence, a huge mushroom cloud rose in the center of Chaoge City.

The strongest weapon of human beings has completed the funeral for King Zhou of Shang who once determined to unify human beings and dragons.

(End of this chapter)