Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 156 Autumn Wind Rises...Out of Xianyang!

Lu Mingfei looked up at the towering serpent writhing in the white mist, tightened his grip on the sword, and suddenly remembered a line of poetry he had read in the literary society of Shilan Middle School years ago.

The bow-shaped back is shrouded in rosy light, the sword shines like frost, and the autumn wind carries the horse out of Xianyang.

At that time, outside the window, the cicadas chirped in the early summer heat, and the sunlight was so bright that it was almost dazzling. The "bright sunset" in the poem was distant and romantic, carrying the air of war and battle in the imagination of a young man.

He was probably secretly glancing at Chen Wenwen's lowered profile at that moment, and thought that although the sentence was beautiful, it was separated by a thousand years of history.

Lu Mingfei smiled silently, the fierce wind and rain lashing his face, hands, and sword.

Where are the brilliant clouds? Only a sky full of rain; where is the crispness of autumn? Only a damp, cold, and bone-chilling swamp.

The sword in his hand reflected not the morning frost, but the still-wet bloodstains on his own body, and the molten gold eyes of the behemoth.

He stood there, sword in hand, where there was no rosy dawn, no autumn wind, and no smooth road to traverse. There was only boundless white mist and towering shadows.

Those afternoons filled with the scent of old books and the thoughts of youth, that literary girl in a white dress
Looking back on it more closely, the boy now finds it all distant and laughable.

That cowardly shadow has gradually died out, and now, the spirited young man is about to step out of Xianyang and embark on his path to becoming king.

Lu Mingfei crouched there, his entire body covered in scales opening and closing. He was taking deep breaths, inhaling a massive amount of oxygen, and the muscles beneath his scales bulged and contracted.

He slowly stood up, slightly bowing, holding two heavy, ancient greatswords in his hands.

Lu Mingfei can hardly call himself human anymore.

He probably didn't even realize that he had almost created a miracle in the history of hybrid races. He skipped the first and second stages of bloodlust with almost no side effects, directly approaching the third stage of bloodlust!
Perhaps even Angers and Chu Zihang don't know what a hybrid is after the third blood surge.

If the first release was the heart of a lion, then the second release was probably just the tyrannical "dragon's rage." At this moment, Lu Mingfei, having already transformed into a dragon after activating the power of the dragon's feast, advanced once again.

Deadpool?

No, Deadpool is a mindless monster. Lu Mingfei's "id," on the other hand, is perfectly conscious; in fact, one could say he has never felt so good about himself.

He heard the shackles in his body snapping one by one, and the roar of the dragon's power deep within his veins.

It was as if the cage had been completely broken, and the "superego" named Lu Mingfei had been completely released!
"The autumn wind gallops by."

Lu Mingfei moved, muttering to himself as his speed instantly reached its limit. The air behind him compressed into a visible white torrent, and his arched back resembled a fully drawn bow, containing terrifying power.

He held the two greatswords, now lost in their homeland, behind him, their tips cleaving the earth and carving out two deep furrows.

"Leave Xianyang!!!"

A deafening roar resounded!
"Roar--!!!"

The giant serpent roared, its neck scales bristling. Lu Mingfei's figure transformed into a bolt of black lightning that tore through the rain, leaping high into the air with a piercing shriek. His body completed a violent, aesthetically pleasing twist in mid-air, a feat impossible for any human. All his power, along with his boiling dragon blood, his unleashed superego, and all his suppressed rage, poured into the twin swords in his hands!

boom--! ! !
Two heavy, ancient greatswords, accompanied by a deafening roar, violently plunged into the thick scales of "Dust Corpse"!
The scalding, dark red dragon blood gushed out from the terrifying wound like a high-pressure water gun, splattering all over Lu Mingfei's scale-covered body, emitting a sizzling, burning sound, like an ink dragon churning in the clouds!

He was like a wedge driven into the snake's body, his hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, his golden eyes burning in the spurting dragon blood, the coldness and violence concealing the indifference of a ruler who reigns supreme!

The agonizing roar of "Dust and Bones" nearly shattered Lu Mingfei's eardrums. The enormous snake's body twisted and writhed in agony, trying to shake off the tiny insects clinging to it.

Mud and rocks shot into the sky with His movements, completely engulfing the manor like a tsunami.

But Lu Mingfei's feet, with their black scales and dragon claws that had completely transcended the realm of humans, were firmly nailed into the gaps in the scales, fixing him firmly to the rolling "mountain".

He moved.

He gripped the two greatswords tightly, which, though lacking the blessing of laws, were exceptionally sharp and crafted by divine artisans. He then began his frenzied rampage along the massive, wall-like body of the serpent!
"Roar--!!!"

Lu Mingfei let out a roar that sounded inhuman, which mingled with the giant snake's mournful cry.

The blades pierced through the alloy-like, tough scales, cutting through the dense, knotted muscle fibers beneath. The two greatswords, wedged into the snake's body, violently plowed forward along the snake's longitudinal direction.

Sizzle—! Sizzle—! Sizzle—!
The chilling tearing sounds continued in unison, like cloth being torn apart by a tremendous force.

But this is not cloth; it is the strongest and most terrifying creature in the world, a second-generation species second only to the Four Kings!

Dark red muscle tissue was exposed, and scalding dragon blood gushed out like a burst dam from both sides of his running feet, forming two scarlet and scorching "blood waterfalls"!
The struggle of "Dust and Remains" reached an unprecedented frenzy!
The entire earth shattered under its rolling, and the fake head rolled, twisted, and thrashed wildly, trying to knock off the painful "ink spot" on its back and then crush it!
Lu Mingfei's figure appeared so small on its massive body, yet so agile and deadly.

He was like a surfer riding a raging torrent, keeping running across the wildly undulating mountains.

Each violent thrashing of the giant snake was painstakingly deflected by him using his sword and limbs.

White mist, blood rain, shattered scales, mud.
With the departure of the little devil, the frozen black and white painting disappeared, but now, Lu Mingfei has painted another colorful, hellish picture.

At the center of the painting is a dark figure that runs wildly against the current on the enormous serpent's body, constantly creating devastating wounds.

Suddenly, the deafening screams of pain and the sounds of impact ceased abruptly.

Dust and bones finally realized that his actions were meaningless.

hum-

An ancient, deep, and obscure syllable slowly emerged from the giant serpent's fang-filled maw.

That was not any language known to the world; it was the power of words belonging to dragons and hybrids, capable of manipulating the primal forces of the world!
(End of this chapter)