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

Chapter 380 "Go and invite Xia Mi to the Buddhist system--"

Xia Mo roared and took a big step forward. The veins bulged under the white skin of his arms, like a group of ferocious snakes.

A more powerful, stronger, and more domineering force blasted Beowulf away like a cannon, causing him to stagger and look incredulous.

In terms of strength, he actually lost.

The corners of Xia Mo's eyes were covered with crimson cloud scales, and her half-dragon transformation was activated. As the temperature of Levatin's flames rose, the quenching light illuminated the girl's profile, and her scales turned crimson.

"What are you surprised about! I can even summon a big gay to beat you up!" Xia Mo shouted, "You are all so weak, but how dare you... Aren't you afraid of death?"

At this moment, Xia Mo was quite fierce. This was not the self-burning rage like Norton's, but an offense of being provoked.

Once the king feels offended, the usurper will be skinned alive if not killed.

Xia Mo held Levadin in both hands and swung the sword step by step. Beowulf was forced to respond in panic with one, two, and three strikes. Every time he parried, his palms shook and became numb, and he almost let the sword slip out of his hand.

Finally, Xia Mo raised high the slender flaming sword that was like a splitting sky. This extremely simple action surrounded Beowulf like a storm, making him inseparable and even making the latter feel breathless.

Xia Mo had no idea of ​​Beowulf's intense psychological activity. She swung her sword down at a moderate speed. Beowulf used all his strength to block with his sword. The dragon's blood was boiling, and the 150-year-old man was puffing out white air like a steam engine.

His knuckles were cracked and bleeding, his knees were shaking, Beowulf's eyes were bloodshot, and he clenched his teeth to hold on.

But he couldn't hold on and knelt on one knee in front of Xia Mo.

Beowulf roared to the sky, his hair standing on end with rage. Xia Mo showed no mercy. Levadin pressed down inch by inch like a mad dragon. It was like a mountain pressing down on Beowulf. Could he withstand it?

At this time, the helicopter saw that Beowulf was losing and quickly provided fire support. Bullets rained down from the sky, but evaporated one by one.

"That's it?"

Xia Mo kicked Beowulf aside with a whip kick. Beowulf flew back like an arrow from a bow and a shot put, smashing the oak trees along the way. One after another, the oak trees that took ten people to hug broke and collapsed with a loud bang, raising dust.

Xia Mo bent down, picked up a piece of gravel and threw it. The helicopter, which was out of reach of the submachine gun, was hit on the wing by a stone and swayed in the air before falling to the west.

Not only the helicopter crashed, but also the live broadcast.

In the distant Valhalla of Kassel Academy, the atmosphere was dead silent and you could hear a pin drop.

Elders: ...

Frost: ...

After a while, everyone's eyes fell on the white-haired old man in the chief position.

Ange was silent, and he asked half-jokingly.

"You saw the battle in Beowulf, so you shouldn't let me beat Xia Mo, right? You know, as an educator, I am most opposed to corporal punishment of students."

Turing swallowed his saliva, he recalled the last scene of the video and smiled bitterly, "To be honest, you all said that she was a hybrid and I firmly believed that she was a dragon. Can a hybrid... do this?"

Ange mocked, "But she never turned into a monster, a monster, or even had horns on her head. She just used the half-dragon ability of the White King's descendant. Beowulf has many more dragon characteristics than her."

"She was the sharpest blade of the secret party. Now you are destroying your own walls. Who can you blame?" Angers words were thought-provoking. Everyone's eyes were on Director Gattuso, who was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

In the trial of Xia Mo this time, Gattuso contributed the most actively. They already knew about the little misunderstanding between Xia Mo and Gattuso, and blamed Gattuso in their hearts for not knowing the seriousness of the matter and not having the tolerance of a secret party member.

Frost felt the hostile glances coming from all directions, and he cursed Pompey in his heart, for it was Pompey who came up with the bad idea.

Why didn’t Xia Mo turn into a little dragon and breathe fire?
She was very calm, executing the death order calmly like an executioner.

"I think you all understand," Ange said, tapping his fingers on the table. "Rather than discussing how to capture Xia Mo, we should consider how to calm her anger and prevent her from seeking revenge on the secret party."

"A hybrid with extremely strong individual combat capabilities, blending into a crowded city, hot weapons cannot play the best role. We cannot be the enemy of the country. And the executive commissioner that the secret party is proud of is as powerless as a baby in front of her. In the past, we were hunters, chasing our prey day and night, even to the ends of the earth, even to dig deep into the ground. But now the situation has reversed and we have become the prey. Xia Mo is determined to take revenge, and I am afraid that no one will be able to sleep well."

Angers words made everyone look ugly. They had lived for a long time and wanted to live longer. They spent huge amounts of money every day just to survive. These old guys were really afraid that Xia Mo would unplug their ventilators.

"Ange, what are your plans now that things have come to this?" someone asked.

Angers pondered. Seeing that the effect of scaring the elders had been achieved, he did not keep it a secret, "Revoking the arrest warrant for Xia Mo and giving Xia Mo a clean name is an attitude."

"But attitude alone is useless. Xia Mo doesn't think we know we are wrong, but she feels like she is going to die." Angers said, "The reason Xia Mo is angry is that her sister is dead. Xia Mo and her sister have been dependent on each other since they were young. You can imagine how much Xia Mi means to her. The higher the bloodline of a mixed-blood, the more serious the phenomenon of blood sorrow. Maybe Xia Mi is Xia Mo's obsession in the world. You destroyed her anchor point, so you should pay a heavy price and ask for her forgiveness... although I think it's unlikely."

"Xia Mi is not dead! Xia Mi is not dead!" Frost emphasized.

"Ok?"

Everyone was overjoyed.

"The deceased Xia Mi was the highest quality alchemy puppet of the Gattuso family," Frost said with shame, "The real Xia Mi is still in the academy."

Gattuso has a long history. He did not simply become rich after the Industrial Revolution. He has profound attainments in alchemy. There is a biological factory in the forbidden land of his family...

"Go and invite Xia Mi--" Turing shouted.

……

Xia Mo led the vanguard to Beowulf. Beowulf did not die so easily. His dragon transformation became more obvious, with a protruding skull, sharp teeth and a sharp mouth. His armor shattered in the battle, revealing blue-black scales. That was the most perfect armor in the world.

Beowulf tightly grasped the Viking sword and recited the solemn dragon script. Behind him was a century-old oak tree with a dent in it, which was about to fall to the ground.

"Do you want to fight again? Well, I haven't gotten rid of my anger yet..." Xia Mo said with a smile, "After I beat you down, I will go back to Kassel College... to find my sister."

Beowulf's words were warmed up, and his clenched hand suddenly swelled, followed by the other hand, and then the neck, torso, and legs...

A ferocious dragon with wings folded, teeth clenched, and rage bursting out.

The hind legs gripped the ground, the plane took off, the wings swept back, and the huge tree collapsed.

Beowulf, who has completely transformed into a dragon, pounces on Xia Mo...

(End of this chapter)