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

Chapter 379 Xia Mo vs Beowulf
Xia Mo tightly grasped Xia Mi's hand, her face full of sorrow. The dying girl was very beautiful, with pale cheeks, red skin, empty eyes, and a reluctance to part with her sister...

"Teacher Daye, you have regressed. How could you be killed by a landmine?" Xia Mo was very sad, really.

Xia Mi's lips trembled. It seemed that "Sister, my butt hurts" was not her last words, but the next sentence.

Upon seeing this, Xia Mo hurriedly leaned over to listen to Teacher Daye's passing words, only to hear Xia Mi whisper with her last bit of strength.

"Escape quickly..."

After saying that, Xia Mi tilted her head—and was gone.

When Xia Mo heard Xia Mi's two short words of last words, her expression was complicated. She closed Xia Mi's eyes with her hands, gently combed her hair, took off her coat and covered the girl in white. Blood quickly seeped out, and the blood could not stop flowing and spreading. Looking down from the sky, it looked like a little girl was lying on a blooming flower.

Xia Mo stood up and let out a sigh of exhaustion. From the sky came the buzzing sound of a helicopter's huge wings tearing through the air. The enforcement department's pursuit caught up and dropped shells downwards.

This time Xia Mo did not run away. She bent down, picked up the Hk MP7 submachine gun next to Xia Mi, and poured fireworks into the sky. This submachine gun was a relic of Teacher Daye and was definitely attached with a soul ring.

The immortals have no emotions, but they feel that the lonely face of the girl surrounded by artillery fire is full of sadness, which is almost tangible.

Xia Mo was indeed sad. A girl who looked like Xia Mi died in front of her. In fact, Xia Mo noticed something was wrong under her feet. How could the real Xia Mi not notice it? Xia Mo wanted to take this opportunity to see if Xia Mi was a spy.

The result is not fine work, but consumables.

Her role was not to fire a black gun, but to die in front of Xia Mo in a very miserable way.

Xia Mo knew that this was fake. To bombard Xia Mi, one would need an intercontinental missile. The firepower of a tank was not enough to fill the gaps in Jörmungandr's teeth.

Anger burned in Xia Mo's heart. She was imprisoned in a dark cell and slandered by the investigation team. Xia Mo always had a fun-loving attitude, but this time was not the case. She went too far.

Xia Mo took a deep breath, pulled out Levatin again, and walked along the remaining immortals. The missiles and the heavy rain of bullets seemed to be twisted by invisible hands and exploded on both sides of Xia Mo. Flames shot into the sky, but Xia Mo was safe and sound, including the corpse of Xia Mi behind her.

"One, two..."

Xia Mo killed all the immortals with ease, and melted them with the fire of Surtur, leaving no trace of the secret party.

After this battle, the power of the secret party will be weakened.

The artillery fire suddenly stopped, the strong wind died down, and a Cadilac One drove in and stopped twenty meters away from Xia Mo. A warrior in armor from the old times got out. He was Beowulf.

The battle between Xia Mo and the immortals was transmitted to the academy headquarters through the pinhole cameras they carried. The elders were shocked by Xia Mo's desperate strength. She killed the immortals like killing chickens. Even the secret party leader Ange couldn't do it. Is this really something a hybrid can do?

Then, Beowulf appeared, the head of one of the four major families of the Secret Party, representing the top fighting power.

"It's that serious? Just use the self-torture trick." Xia Mo's tone was not loud, but it was cold.

"A self-torture trick?" Beowulf was surprised. He couldn't go there.

He was the one who arranged the ambush in the small town and released the immortals, but the fake Xia Mi was definitely not a trick that warriors like Beowulf would like to use. A real man should fight hard.

But Beowulf refused to answer Xia Mo's question. He looked past Xia Mo and saw Xia Mi, who was still bleeding, and said coldly, "Is this one of your kind? Or is she the girl who believed in you? If it's the former, she died well. If it's the latter, she died because of you!"

Xia Mo listened silently, and after a while she said, "I won't beat you to death for what you said."

"Kill me?" Beowulf laughed. It had been a long time since he heard someone say they wanted to kill him, not when he was young, and certainly not when he was old.

Ange is over 130 years old and is full of energy. He does not need any dragon blood to maintain his body activity. Beowulf does not have Ange's "talent" to drink dragon blood regularly. He has developed resistance by drinking dragon blood since he was a child. The dragon blood strengthens Beowulf's body, splits tendons and breaks iron, and the dragon scales secreted and grown can resist bullets, which is no less than the alchemical body of an immortal.

As Beowulf thought about it, his cold white skin began to turn red with blood, his already knotted muscles bulged, inflating the metal rings on his arms, and his scales made a sound like glaciers cracking, which was the growth of dragon scales.

Burly, violent, with bloodthirsty eyes, this is the Dragon Slayer.

Beowulf's two-meter-three height was very oppressive. He raised his hand high, and a helicopter hovering in the sky dropped a black wooden box, which looked like a coffin.

The black coffin accelerated down from a high altitude, and the huge kinetic energy was enough to smash a big hole on the roof. However, Beowulf's raised hand pierced through the black coffin like a spear, and fragments flew. Beowulf's wrist shook, and the cracked coffin cracked again, leaving only one of the giant swords in Beowulf's hand.

The Viking giant sword has blood grooves on both sides. It kills people by breaking limbs and bones rather than making cuts.

"I will use your body to make the most beautiful blood eagle." said Beowulf.

"Blood Eagle" is an extremely cruel punishment. It was recorded in ancient Northern Europe that the punishment process was very horrific.

The ribs were broken apart and the lungs were pulled out of the chest, looking bloody like an eagle.

"Forget it. Why are you all coveting my back?" Xia Mo said lazily, but her eyes were cold and she was a little angry.

The Viking sword in Beowulf's hand is larger than usual, an alchemical weapon, about two meters long, roughly the same length as Levatin, which complements Beowulf's tall stature. When he raises it above his head and waves it, it is like a small typhoon passing by.

Xia Mo and Beowulf walked forward at the same time and started a fierce battle on the ruins. Both sides could hear the sound of dragon bones stirring in their bodies. Years of drinking poisonous dragon blood had changed Beowulf's body structure, making it closer to that of a dragon!

This is also a path to becoming a god, a long one, but one that involves a transformation that cuts through the bones and body.

Beowulf, whose S-class bloodline evolved into super S-class, is a second-generation species with combat power, and can make Xia Mo serious.

Both sides' fighting styles are vigorous and aggressive. Xia Mo's swordsmanship is simple and ancient, and so is Beowulf. They also have a few things in common.

Speaking of which, Viking mythology is a type of Norse mythology, and Beowulf is fighting against his gods!

People say that the ancients saw wildfires erupting, magma rushing to destroy the mountains and forests, and thick smoke covering the sky. At that time, the ancients lacked scientific knowledge and believed that a fire giant Surtur lived inside.

Surtur, the symbol of natural disaster and wildfire.

Levatin collided with the Viking sword, the slender and petite Xia Mo wrestled with the burly Beowulf, and the stone slabs under their feet kept cracking and cracking until they collapsed into the valley with a bang.

Beowulf roars...

(End of this chapter)