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

Chapter 521: Fighting the Yamata no Orochi

Fengjian Liuli's hand passed through Yuan Zhisheng's chest, breaking the dragon bone that he was proud of in one fell swoop. The stacked ribs were directly pierced, and the rib fragments were mixed with the lungs. The severe pain made Yuan Zhisheng's face twisted into pieces.

Chu Zihang's heart sank.

Is this the gap?

He killed her in one move.

But just now, Yuan Zhisheng's attack with the sword was so fast that Chu Zihang could only see a shadow when he was in the third blood-burst state.

Chu Zihang couldn't help but recall that day in the Nibelungen subway station in Beijing. He stood like a minion, and the woman's figure was like an insurmountable wall. Her eyes seemed to tell Chu Zihang, "Mu Da Mu Da."

That's outrageous.

Fengjian Liuli held Yuan Zhisheng high in one hand, as if she was lifting a puppet. The blood from her brother's chest dripped onto his cheek. Fengjian Liuli spit out her snake tongue and licked it, her pupils constricted.

It tastes good.

It seemed that all of Yuan Zhisheng's strength had been drained away, his face was extremely pale, and he allowed Fengjian Liuli to manipulate him.

At this moment, a big strip-shaped mouth appeared on Fengjian Liuli's chest, with densely packed teeth opening and closing, and several pairs of greedy eyes inside.

Fengjian Liuli wants to put Yuan Zhisheng personally into her belly. In the eyes of some extreme people, this is love that will last forever.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang rushed to rescue him.

"Take it!"

Caesar, who was kneeling like a minion, raised his neck and roared, his face flushed, and slid the Desert Eagle in his hand along the ground to Chu Zihang's feet.

As soon as Yuan Zhisheng, whose stats were maxed out, approached Fengjian Liuli, he was defeated. Caesar had good reason to suspect that Chu Zihang approached him just to deliver a takeaway.

"The last bullet is the Philosopher's Stone! Use it!" Caesar roared.

Chu Zihang didn't reply, he quickly picked up the Desert Eagle with both hands, aimed at Fengjian Liuli's head, and the bullets were emptied.

Fengjian Liuli's head was pierced, but he did not dodge.

The Philosopher's Stone was stuck in Fengjian Liuli's skull, which was exactly what he wanted. The red amber crystal of the Philosopher's Stone shattered, and the inextinguishable fire contained in it quickly burned in Fengjian Liuli's brain.

The fire wind was howling, Fengjian Liuli was howling like a wild beast, and the flames he spewed out also ignited his outer body.

Chu Zihang took this opportunity to approach Fengjian Liuli, and used all his strength to cut off the opponent's arm to save Yuan Zhisheng. Yuan Zhisheng fell and Chu Zihang caught him and held him against his chest.

The never-extinguished flame was similar to that of Amaterasu, but it was not black. Fengjian Liuli, whose body was burning, stared at Chu Zihang with hatred. He screamed and waved the Yuncongtian Sword, or "Fengjian Liuli Coccyx Sword", at an extremely fast speed. Chu Zihang only heard the sound of wind and dodged to the back by instinct.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Yuan Zhisheng in front of him was stabbed on the back and couldn't help screaming. His spine might be broken and he would most likely be paralyzed in bed for the rest of his life.

Chu Zihang's pupils trembled, the threat of death followed one after another, and Fengjian Liuli swung his sword again.

dead!
live!
In the desperate situation, Chu Zihang’s desire to survive was stretched to the extreme. He heard the sound of something shattering next to his ears. It was a breakthrough of his potential, a fourth blood explosion!

He just barely dodged Fengjian Liuli's two blades that could kill his brother.

The fourth blood explosion made Chu Zihang's blood boil. His body structure changed drastically, entering the dragon bone state with his knees bent backwards, his scales locked on his armor, and his golden pupils swelled greatly, but Chu Zihang did not lose consciousness and fell into a frenzy.

Because he...drank Xia Mo's blood.

In the Nibelungen subway station in Beijing, the memories of Lu Mingfei, Caesar and Nuonuo were all erased, except Chu Zihang, who joined Longwowo again.

Chu Zihang, whose blood exploded four times, was able to deal with Fengjian Liuli in terms of reaction speed. He first put Yuan Zhisheng in a safe place and then faced the ferocious and violent Fengjian Liuli, putting maximum pressure on him.

The Philosopher's Stone continued to work, and Fengjian Liuli's body was constantly damaged and regenerated, consuming her already limited energy. Compared to her peak period, Fengjian Liuli was as weak as a baby.

But Chu Zihang did not dare to approach Fengjian Liuli rashly, for fear of attracting trouble. He moved around while attracting hatred, intending to wear Fengjian Liuli out, and he was in danger several times.

Soon, Fengjian Liuli's health bar was not thick due to the hunger debuff. He lay on the ground motionless. Without fuel, the fire gradually went out, and Fengjian Liuli's body was charred like charcoal.

"Is it over?" Chu Zihang was nervous.

of course not.

Fengjian Liuli's body squirmed, and he suddenly opened his mouth, which was as big as a snake to his ears.

What follows is a very stomach-churning scene.

Fengjian Liuli spit out a snake head. The snake crawled forward and slowly raised its head to look at Chu Zihang. After one snake head, there was another snake head, and there were a total of eight snake heads.

Next is the body, which all comes out of the mouth. The unequal size is just like childbirth, which means the birth of life.

Chu Zihang would not watch Fengjian Liuli enter the second stage. He stepped forward... A terrifying will swept over, and Chu Zihang was frightened like a quail. That will did not come from Fengjian Liuli, but from the distant fog.

Are there still experts in the depths of the fog?
The will just swept past like the wind and disappeared, and the residual power left behind made Chu Zihang, whose blood exploded four times, instinctively dare not move.

The wind brought distant sounds.

It was the howling of the wind and the roar of the fire.

"boom--"

"boom--"

The building collapsed, debris fell like rain, and the earth shook.

There was a rumbling noise in the distance, coming closer and closer, and a great battle was breaking out there.

Just as Chu Zihang was "silent", Fengjian Liuli completed his transformation.

Judging from its shape, it does not resemble Kazama Ruri at all. The eight snake heads are clearly visible and ferocious. The body of the big white snake actually has front claws, and the rest is a tail.

A deformed creation.

But he is the young form of the Yamata no Orochi, the appearance hidden in the genes of every descendant of the White King.

The Yamata no Orochi, the god of Uzuzu, seeks revenge on the human world.

Eight pairs of snake pupils as bright as the sun in the sky were fixedly staring at the tiny Chu Zihang. Each pair of snake pupils had a different symbolic meaning, namely disaster, curse, plague, death, etc.

Chu Zihang felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his consciousness entered a magical world. There were boiling mountain fires, storms on the snowfields, and floods from the sky. All kinds of strange phenomena destroyed Chu Zihang's spirit.

White King, the throne of spiritual elements!

One of the heads of the Yamata no Orochi stretched out towards Chu Zihang, opening its big mouth with fangs. Caesar anxiously shouted to Chu Zihang to wake up quickly.

Originally, when Ruri Kazama died, the royal power was removed, and when the Yamata no Orochi woke up, he directly suppressed the bloodline, and Caesar knelt again.

In Caesar's eyes, the evil snake head could swallow an elephant in one gulp, let alone Chu Zihang.

"Chu Zihang!" Caesar shouted sadly.

"wake up!"

Another voice scolded.

Chu Zihang woke up suddenly. He looked up and saw a huge snake head and a gray-haired woman standing on the snake head.

The gray-haired woman ignored the blood suppression of the Yamata no Orochi and stepped on the god worshipped by her descendants. Her golden eyes were almost molten red, like flowing magma.

Her aura is overwhelming.

Summer Mo.

Come on!

(End of this chapter)