Please ask the dream.

Chapter 226 I want to reach the top of Lisu!
Looking at the extremely artistic black dragon, Feng Xue couldn't help but be amazed. To be honest, this was the most artistic structure he had seen since he traveled through time. In comparison, the summoned tree man he encountered in the node of [Feng Xue and the Lonely Journey of Huanmeng] was simply weak!

Of course, rationally speaking, Feng Xue knew very well that he was able to win so easily because of the instant death effect of Daiyu Buried Flowers' plants. But in terms of visual effects, a wooden giant with no other features except for his big size, compared to a flamboyant dragon made entirely of black flames, the visual impact alone is already lost, okay?
Although Feng Xue had been to Hongying before, he was a thief at that time, and his target was naturally the collections in the mansions of the great nobles. He would naturally not wander around the outer ring area full of minors in the body of an adult.

At this moment, he truly witnessed the true weight of Hongying's "Yu Wushuang Architect Training Factory".

"Hey, are you scared by my half body? If you know what's good for you, kneel down and beg for mercy! If the boss is in a good mood, maybe he can even leave you some money for dinner!"

The young man who controlled the magic dragon laughed wildly, but Feng Xue raised his head little by little.

The movement was very slow, but as he raised his head, a subtle aura was rising little by little with his movements.

It was at this moment that passionate music suddenly sounded out of nowhere, and a seemingly old long sword appeared in his hand. His left hand wearing a fingerless glove brushed across his hair. The boy who was still laughing wildly realized that the newcomer in front of him had changed his style.

"Don't be careless, this guy is not simple." The boy with red colored contact lenses warned in a deliberately low voice, while the boy who controlled the magic dragon showed an arrogant smile -

"Boss, just wait and see! Come on, my friend, burn them with the Demon Refining Flame!"

As the words fell, a demon dragon that seemed to be burning with black flames rushed towards Feng Xue, and black flames were about to overflow from its half-open mouth.

Feng Xue seemed to be frightened at this moment, and still stood there. It was not until the dragon came close that he slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Ding!"

There was an extremely crisp sound, followed by a blade light that seemed to linger in the air for a long time because it was too sharp. The young man, who should have been burned by the black flame, had completed the whole process of leaping into the air and falling at a high speed without knowing when. The vertically chopped sword edge drew a blue trajectory, which intersected with the horizontal slash that still could not disappear, and drew an elegant cross on the body of the dragon.

click!
Feng Xue, with his back to the magic dragon, sheathed his sword. With a burst of momentum that had soared to the limit, the magic dragon, which was frozen in place, instantly split into four pieces.

"puff!"

The Dragon Overlord, who was originally full of pride, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and half-collapsed on the ground.

It’s not that Feng Xue has comprehended any spell, and this magic dragon is not a structure that is advanced enough to share life with its master.

The reason why he vomited blood was simply because he truly believed that this evil dragon was the other half of his body that was bound to his life. Therefore, at the moment when Feng Xue defeated the evil dragon, his imagination directly dealt a heavy blow to his body.

This may sound a bit deceptive, but it is precisely because of this absolute trust that even his own body can get intuitive feedback that a child of only twelve or thirteen years old can complete such a highly complete architecture. It is also because of the existence of this cognition that he will not be devastated after the architecture is collapsed, because as his body recovers, he will subconsciously think that his architecture has also been "recovered".

"Hmph, don't think you're powerful just because you defeated the Dragon Envoy. He's just the weakest of the three cadres of our Shadow Council. Let me, the Eye Envoy Firmira..."

Before the boy with the eye patch could finish his words, the leader of the "Blood Order" with red contact lenses reached out to stop him, his red eyes flashing with blood light produced by G·I particles.

He passed by his men and said coldly:
"You are no match for him. Take the Dragon Master and retreat."

As he spoke, the G·I force field that was vibrating around him turned into a surging blood mist, pressing towards Feng Xue like a tsunami. Feng Xue raised his eyebrows, straightened his back, and directly collided with the invisible aura.

The blood-colored mist was washed up to the sky, and the sky, which was already gloomy, was now pierced by blood.

"The sky is cracked!"

"So strong, he's actually on the same level as the boss!"

Two extras were acting as the atmosphere group, and in this collision of momentum, figures came out from the corners. "Is this the welcome gift for the newcomers?" Feng Xue showed a flamboyant smile on his face, and suddenly wanted to cut the Hero's Certificate into the Voodoo Kingdom, but unfortunately, he couldn't.

So, he grasped the scabbard with his backhand, and his intimidating gaze swept across everyone present like a sword aura, and he spoke arrogantly in the familiar Hongying language:

"I don't have that much free time to waste with you guys, come on together!"

"Damn it!"

"How dare you look down on us!"

"Let me show you how powerful I am!"

Various colors of light bloomed at the entrance of the outer ring area, but...

"Too small." Feng Xue, who originally had a wild smile on his face, suddenly showed a bit of boredom. Bathed in all kinds of special effects that were enough to cause photosensitive epilepsy, he just held the sword in his hand with an indifferent expression.

However, what surprised him was that at the moment when he tensed his muscles and gathered his strength, his body began to change strangely. The "school uniform" on his body was torn apart by the expanding muscles and exploded like an over-inflated balloon, turning into fragments all over the sky. However, he maintained the sword-holding action in the posture of a muscular monster.

His heart is called benevolence!

Its shoulders are called talent!

The back is called virtue!

That's why, a kind heart, talented shoulders and a virtuous back!
Feeling the surging power in his body, golden light gushed out from Feng Xue's limbs and bones. As the BGM vibrating in the air rose to a climax, his figure drew a graceful arc in the air.

The arc-shaped sword energy swirled and spread out, easily tearing apart the dazzling light effects and even sweeping away the surrounding buildings that made up the alley.

Amidst the shocked or horrified gazes, Feng Xue sheathed his sword and his muscles returned to their normal, smooth posture, but his aura was even more powerful than before.

This was not because his domineering aura had improved, nor was it because his benevolent mind, talent, shoulders and back had sufficient stamina, but after witnessing that incomparably powerful sword, the little architects around him unanimously offered him their recognition as a strong man.

Feng Xue walked through the crowd who made way for him, but he was thinking about the sword that combined "Momentum Entanglement" and "Golden Spin". Although the effect was gratifying, he always felt that this sword was far inferior to the perfect cavalry spin that he had used to eliminate the nightmare.

"It's obviously much stronger and more destructive than last time, but I still feel like I don't have enough stamina... Is it because I didn't ride a horse? But I didn't do that last time... Well, I was thrown off the motorcycle, which was almost the same as being kicked by a horse and rolling around..."

Feng Xue was wondering if he should summon the motorcycle again, when suddenly a voice sounded from behind him -

"stop!"

Feng Xue frowned and turned his head slightly, and saw the boy with beautiful pupils who called himself "Crimson Order" lying on the ground. His body obviously did not suffer any additional holy damage from the Holy Cross, but he still had an attitude of "I am a real vampire" and showed his two sharp fangs.

"Don't think you can run rampant in Lisu City just by defeating us. We are just rookies who have been driven to the edge and can only attack newcomers. There are forces far more powerful than us inside the city!"

"This is really quite classic... Unfortunately, I have already used up the 'classic'..." Feng Xue curled his lips, waved away the old sword in his hand, and spoke casually as if he was going to a roadside stall to eat food:

"Isn't that a matter of course?"

(End of this chapter)