Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 132 The Dragon Clan’s First Black Technology: Bangzi Sound!

Xia Mo was wearing wooden clogs and stepping on the tatami. Although her knife was broken, the remaining blade was sharp enough to kill people.

The members of the Ghost Group rushed over. These people were the death warriors trained by General Wang since childhood. They drank Molotov cocktails before Xia Mo and Kazama Ruri pushed all the way from Tokyo's Kabuki-za to Osaka's Gokurakukan.

The so-called death soldiers are the chess pieces of the chess player, consumables that can be sacrificed when necessary, even if it is meaningless.

Xia Mo and Fengjian Liuli intercepted each other's fearless warriors. After trying to shoot the two super hybrids to no avail, they switched to close combat, drawing out their shining swords and performing many Japanese kendo techniques. Wang Jiang himself was a kendo master, and the monsters he trained were all Spartan warriors, proficient in various martial arts.

But in the face of absolute power, the Spartan warriors were just ants waiting to die.

Fengjian Liuli swung his sword so quickly that before the assassins could get close to him, blood had already splattered on the beige wall, dyeing the depicted green bamboo red.

Xia Mo opened and closed her arms, holding the knife with both hands, and radiated outward with her graceful and light body as the center. Wherever the knife touched became the range of a meat grinder, with broken limbs and flesh all over the ground.

If Fengjian Liuli's swordsmanship represents elegance, then Xia Mo is bloodthirsty, fierce and decisive. He never shows mercy, nor is he afraid of the miserable condition of his enemies. The dragon blood in his body boils, and the furious side of a pure-blooded dragon gradually reveals itself.

The king stood on the terrace, enduring the baptism of the wind and rain. He stood still, watching the massacre in the Japanese-style room indifferently, as if he was a magnanimous elder who allowed his child to smash and destroy furniture to vent his anger, and after that everyone continued to chat calmly.

Seeing that they were no match for the two [Emperors] Xia Mo and Fengjian Liuli, the two remaining surviving members of the Ghost Clan took out the "Swan Blood" bestowed upon them by General Wang. This was the bloody and thick blood of an ancient dragon, inky black in color, like the feathers of a black swan.

Swallowing the glass bottle as well, the ghost members transformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fengjian Liuli looked coldly and was too lazy to wait for the enemy to transform into the second stage.

Xia Mo stretched out her hand to stop them. She looked down at the ants that were crawling on the ground due to the pain of evolution, watching how they struggled and how they were so shamelessly trying to get involved in the power of the dragon!

The effect of a bottle of swan blood is equivalent to twelve bottles of Molotov cocktails. The killers of the Demon Clan have truly degenerated into Deadpool, with blue scales, bony face, sharp claws, and Deadpool's golden pupils are erected and his joints are dislocated, like the Lizard Man in Spider-Man.

The two Deadpools roared like wild beasts and pounced on Xia Mo and Fengjian Liuli at lightning speed. However, Xia Mo and Fengjian Liuli's movements suddenly became coordinated, and they swung their swords slowly and calmly.

The Deadpool, who was so powerful just now, actually bumped into the blade and was pierced through the chest. Their claws could not touch the skin of Xia Mo and Fengjian Liuli.

It seemed like a simple action, but in fact it blocked all the ways for the two Deadpools to survive. They were on the edge of a knife, and their fate was doomed.

At this time, General Wang clapped his hands and praised him highly.

"This is the bloodline of the White King," the King said, "You two are the emperors of the new world!"

Xia Mo was murderous and said with a sneer, "Crawling at the feet of the White King is considered an emperor? I don't want to be an emperor. It's very aggrieved."

"I am the only one who is supreme in the world." Xia Mo uttered an extremely arrogant sentence.

Either live in peace with the world, or create chaos in the world. Xia Mo is determined to trample the Dragon King under her feet, but she will not stoop to it. She points her knife at the king.

"Let's go together and cut this old Bidden into eight pieces and throw them in four corners of the room. I want to see if he can be put together and resurrected." Xia Mo was eager to try.

There was no need for Xia Mo to say much to Fengjian Liuli. He rushed towards General Wang first, and then the blood-stained robe on his body fluttered like thunder due to his high speed.

Two swords collide.

Wang Jiang and Fengjian Liuli fought on the terrace under the rain. This scene had been played out many times over the years.

One was a crazy Noh theater noble, the other was a human-shaped Joruri tangled in thread. The flashes of their swords tore through the darkness, cut off the falling rain, and actually formed a vacuum zone.

Fengjian Liuli poured out his anger to his heart's content. He drew his sword for freedom. He didn't care whether the world was just or not. Even if the truth of this world was like the bottomless abyss of Naraka and evil spirits were rampant, he could still talk and laugh freely. He, Fengjian Liuli, only wanted freedom!

Anyone who prevents him from meeting his brother will be killed, even if it is fate!
In just sixty seconds, Fengjian Liuli and Wang Jiang fought with swords for hundreds of rounds. The clashing of swords formed a grand symphony with the torrent of falling rain. Both of them were injured to varying degrees. The feather robes they were wearing were tattered, and the bleeding wounds were steaming due to the extremely high body temperature, emitting a red mist.

"Come on!" Fengjian Liuli laughed wildly. He roared and wanted to cut the knife into the king's head and chop it into pieces, turning the ugly and disgusting mask into powder.

"Little girl, did you have enough fun today?" General Wang said in a gentle voice.

Fengjian Liuli was stunned when he heard the word "young girl". He saw the king draw out a pair of clappers, and fear finally appeared on Nusha Shura's face.

The king struck the gong...

"boom--"

The bullet went through the clapper.

"Knock your wooden fish!" Because Wang Jiang and Fengjian Liuli were so busy fighting that they ignored Xia Mo, which made Xia Mo feel embarrassed. She also wanted to join the fight, and when they were having fun, she would also chop Fengjian Liuli with a knife.

Since he wanted to kill Wang Jiang, Feng Jian Liuli told in detail what he knew about Wang Jiang and Feng Jian Liuli's own weaknesses.

The sound of clappers.

The strange sound of clappers.

Once Fengjian Liuli hears the sound of the clapper that sounds like an evil spirit demanding his life, he will be quickly controlled by the king and lose his proud mad dragon power. This is one of the reasons why Fengjian Liuli has been unable to successfully resist the king.

The king is not performing a Noh play. He is the master of the strings of the Ningyo Joruri, controlling a puppet named Kazama Ruri.

Xia Mo felt that this problem was easy to solve. Even if Fengjian Liuli repeatedly told her to put in earplugs or even pierce the cochlea, the sound of the bangzi still vibrated in her heart, like a devil entangled in her heart.

How can you get rid of the devil in your heart except by death?

Xia Mo thought that it would be enough to just destroy the tools used to commit the crime.

When the king pulled out the black clapper, she used a Beretta pistol, a "gift from member A of the Ghost Group", to aim at the clapper and pulled the trigger.

"That's it?" Xia Mo was complacent.

General Wang looked at the stick that had fallen from his hand. Would it still make a sound when he hit it?

Fengjian Liuli suddenly realized, is this how the bangzi sound was solved?

In the past, the sound of Wang Jiang's bangzi was always unexpected, because he was entangled with Wang Jiang and attracted Wang Jiang's attention. Now it was Xia Mo hiding in the dark.

The king threw away the clapper and laughed loudly.

"My child, do you think I don't have a backup plan?"

In the hall of Paradise, no matter how bloody and hellish the fight is, the gamblers cannot hear it. They can only hear the voice of greed from their souls.

However, at this moment, the music in the hall suddenly turned into a strange clapper sound, playing in a loop.

"What's going on?" a gambler shouted impatiently.

"I'm very sorry, there was a problem with the broadcasting system and someone has been sent to deal with it." Sakurai Kogure said softly.

In the Paradise Hall, everyone gave face to the female manager. The gamblers chatted for a while and continued to gamble.

Sakurai Kogure turned around, a layer of gloom covered her beautiful face. She was not qualified to participate in the battle to assassinate the king. The battle between the three super hybrids was so massive, like a cavalry charge!

"Lord Kazama." Sakurai Kogure murmured to himself.

She didn't believe that Fengjian Liuli could escape from the king, so how could the devil defeat her?

……

Xia Mo watched Fengjian Liuli fall to the ground. In the bitter wind and rain, he struggled to get up, but was as helpless as a paralyzed patient.

"This debuff is too harsh." Xia Mo complained.

But General Wang was staring at Xia Mo.

"What? I'm sorry that I don't feel the sound of the bangzi." Xia Mo spread her hands.

"Of course you won't react to the sound of the clapper, because I haven't had time to perform a pontomy on you," said General Wang.

"Xia Mo, no, you should be the alpha embryo that I lost."

Xia Mo tilted her head in confusion when she heard this.

　It’s been a long time since I asked for monthly tickets, please.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)