Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

In the process of crossing and cutting each other again and again, Lu Mingfei had always kept his eyes on Odin's dragon wings. He greedily cut tiny wounds on them again and again. When Odin realized the crisis was coming, it was too late.

The toxin that could decay dragon cells had already invaded his nervous system through his metabolism and blood flow, and the severed dragon wing could no longer grow back.

The next second, a huge sonic boom sounded, and the ice under Lu Mingfei's feet turned into a blooming snow lotus. The scattered ice crystals were lifted several meters high. He charged silently, and by the time Odin coughed up a mouthful of blood, the tip of Kramer's sword had already approached his heart.

Kungunir was lifted up to block, and Lu Mingfei spun around and knocked it away with Greed.

Tens of thousands of tons of metal droplets in the sky finally turned into heavy rain and fell. They collided and fused in the air, the impurities turned into ashes and scattered, while the remaining droplets became brighter and brighter, and finally quickly gathered and took shape in Odin's hands. A weapon with the same shape as Kungunir was forged in an instant and blocked again.

But his full-strength stab missed, and the ferocious eyes of the man in front of him, which looked sated with revenge, turned into phantoms and disappeared. The next second, a sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow came from behind.

A black dragon rose from the ground, and Odin spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered forward until the silver mask fell off, and then a pair of sharp claws stepped on the ice on the side of his cheek.

The next to land was another dragon wing.

Just a moment ago, Lu Mingfei came behind him at a speed that even Odin could not catch up with, and cut off his last dragon wing with the Kramer sword in his hand.

The continuous pain of broken wings caused the middle-aged man, whose true face was revealed after the mask fell off, to roar loudly. Pompeii's elegant and handsome face became hideous at this moment. Blue cloud-colored scales covered his cheeks, which now opened up like a frightened chameleon, and scarlet steam oozed from the bottom of the scales.

"Too strong, too strong! This is the supreme power!" He hissed in pain, but was still laughing wildly in admiration. Lu Mingfei stepped on the man's back with his claws, applying force a little bit at a time. Blood oozed out of Pompeii's eyeholes, mouth and ear holes at the same time.

The next second, the middle-aged man's laughter stopped abruptly, because Lu Mingfei suddenly pulled out the saber called Fury from Norton's welcoming hand behind him. The terrifyingly huge blade cut through Pompeii's body like a guillotine, and all his ribs and collarbone on one side were cut off, but apart from blood, no internal organs could be seen on the cross-section, only a hazy glow.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment. He stood blankly on the hard ice and looked around.

What he was stepping on was actually a corpse with broken ribs. Pompeii's blood was as hot as magma, flowing down along the cracks in the ice. However, it was quickly smoothed out by another force, and the violent elemental fluctuations in it were transformed into scarlet ice spikes that were lifted out of the ice surface and crushed into powder while spinning.

Bright red metal droplets fell toward the sea like a rainstorm. This fall lasted for a minute, and Lu Mingfei was surrounded by steam evaporated from the red-hot metal.

He suddenly paused, and the box of the seven deadly sins fell from the sky and stood in front of him. The living spirits formed a circle around him as if facing a great enemy, with their blades facing outwards and their backs exposed to Lu Mingfei.

Ripples appeared on the sea surface in the distance, and violent elemental storms formed around the eye of the sea and the ice cap covering it.

Dense clouds gathered from all directions, and hundreds of kilometers of thunder penetrated the clouds that were as continuous as mountains, casting pale white branch-shaped lightning on the sea.

Suddenly, a huge wave exploded behind me, and something broke through the water along the edge of the ice sheet.

The Han Bafang Sword was suddenly pulled out. It stretched out in Lu Mingfei's hand like a long and narrow pagoda, and also like a long-handled weapon like a spear or a halberd.

He bent down and threw the ball, his muscles undulating continuously. A huge force was transmitted from the joints to his forearms. The sound of breaking through the air seemed to split the world in two. The long sword rushed into the sky and disappeared, and then it was like a tungsten stick wrapped in flames thrown from the Sword of Condemnation system that smashed down.

It was like a long dark golden dragon, with dozens of lightning bolts projecting thunderstorms onto the sword's body.

In such a burst of light and fire, this ancient alchemical weapon called Pride turned into a dark shadow whose original appearance could not be seen. With lightning and storm, the lightning that twisted and twisted like countless dragons in the elemental cloud was suppressed by it.

Then, the Han Bafang Sword roared as it pierced into the huge creature that broke through the water, carrying the thing under the water, drawing a huge arc, and piercing through the scarlet sea surface before smashing heavily in front of Lu Mingfei.

That thing turned out to be a dragon, probably some kind of fish from the North Sea that evolved through a genetic explosion. It was completely different from any dragon humans had ever imagined or seen.

The huge bony crown, rows of flying fish-like fins, and two rows of golden dragon pupils along both sides of the crown make people inexplicably think of a spider.

Its appearance is like a dragon in ancient Chinese mythology, but its front claws are shaped like those of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, which are short and sharp.

Before the arrival of the real hunters, a war for genes broke out in this sea area. Obviously, this thing was the winner of that war. It completely inherited the appearance, ferocity and hideousness of dragons, and its scales were more dazzling than gold.

Pride was stabbing at its chest, nailing it to the ice.

The elemental storm did not dissipate.

The strong wind blew Lu Mingfei's dragon wings. He stretched out his hand to recall the arrogance that was stuck in the dragon's body, and slowly raised his head.

He felt it, felt that long-lost feeling, the feeling that his physical fitness extended to his mind and soul.

When the world lines intersect, Lu Mingfei in every world feels like he is looking up at the point of intersection.

The sound of majestic horse hooves could be heard again between the sky and the sea. Something seemed to be struggling in the clouds, like a grey glass curtain parting to the sides.

There seemed to be something huge hidden behind the elemental storm. Lu Mingfei slowly flapped his wings and rose from the ground. He stood on the cloud and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him, and his pupils contracted.

The identical ice sea is like three identical red ice seas reflected in a prism.

In other words, the three worlds converge again above the eye of the sea.

Except for the world where Lu Mingfei was, Odin in every world line was riding on Sleipnir and looking up at this place quietly.

The Pegasus under their crotches were burning, and their wind cloaks were lifted by the flames.

"You are the one who breaks the impasse. Correspondingly, we also have to find a way to break the impasse." Pompey's voice sounded in the distant sky. Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw a blond young man walking towards him step by step on the clouds.

Caesar Gattuso, with every step he took, sharp scales grew all over his body, and the facial features became more and more similar to Pompeii.

His expression was so struggling, his limbs were twisted like a demon, but he was walking step by step, turning into the main god wrapped in the shroud. (End of this chapter)