Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

Angé slowly turned around and saw a skinny old man wearing round-frame glasses and a cowhide hat with a rolled-brimmed brim standing behind him. The old man nodded slightly at him with a calm look and a kind expression. He looked like a retired Texas Ranger, with a worn police badge on his hat.

"Han Gao, how long has it been since we last spoke?"

"More than half a century." The old man showed a nostalgic look: "I am old, but I see you are still as vigorous as a young man. I really envy you. If you go to a bar, will there still be little girls who are attracted to a handsome old man like you?"

Ange was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you know why I came to see you?"

Henkel made a gesture to listen attentively. Angers lit a cigar and took a deep puff. The white smoke blurred his face. "You extended a hand that you shouldn't have extended, and you killed my student."

"But didn't you also take revenge on me?" Han Gao sighed, "Now that's even. You've killed hundreds of my people and burned down so many of my houses."

Ange frowned slightly: "It's not me."

After hearing this, Han Gao was stunned. His cloudy old eyes were full of scrutiny. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Then do you dare to say that it has nothing to do with you?"

"That girl, Jiude Mai, and the organization behind her, do you dare to say you don't know?"

Angers fell silent. It seemed that he was too lazy to answer Han Gao's question, or that he had no way to answer it.

Han Gao was not surprised. He even smiled knowingly: "You are always like this."

He suddenly sighed lightly: "You look very calm, but you are actually a madman who has gone mad. Are you still going crazy for revenge? It has been so many years."

"You already knew this, didn't you? To be honest, I don't care what you're planning, nor do I care about your ambitions or desires, but you made a mistake. You shouldn't have touched my students."

Ange flicked off the butt of his cigar. “You know, those who have been my enemies always have a bad ending.”

Suddenly, Ange, who was standing safely, disappeared, but the cigar he was holding was still in the air. After hovering for a moment, it naturally fell down, making a slight sound when it hit the ground, and bright flames splashed everywhere.

The next moment, Ange had come behind Han Gao, spinning a folding knife about 20 cm long in his hand. The light of the blade flickered on the old man's face, and the unique pattern of Damascus steel was all over the blade, wildly beautiful.

Almost at the moment when Ange disappeared, Henkel suddenly pulled out two old-fashioned revolvers from his waist, and the pistols were loaded with 0.5-inch Magnum pistol bullets.

Even without modification, this bullet can knock down a hippopotamus with one shot, and the head of this bullet is engraved with mysterious patterns unique to alchemical weapons.

Alchemical Wheel - "Texas Dawn".

It has been many years since Henkel took out the pair of alchemical revolvers that once wrote the history of the mixed-bloods. He is already the leader of a family with an outstanding status among the mixed-bloods, and using force is no longer his job.

But when he met Ange, he was always armed. But just when he was about to pull the trigger to shoot, he felt a sharp pain in both wrists, followed by his shoulders.

The folding knife pierced his bone joints. He didn't know how many times Ange stabbed and how much time he stole, but in just a moment, his arms and even his palms lost consciousness.

The ancient pistol fell heavily to the ground, splashing countless dust. Angers voice sounded faintly: "Han Gao, you are indeed old."

"Don't touch my students again, or I will let you know what the anger of an educator is." He put away his folding knife, patted the old man's thin shoulder, and turned away.

……

In the girls' dormitory, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help rubbing his face when he saw the message from Yuan Zhinu on his phone.

His good sister asked him to keep holding on, hoping that he could pass the upcoming final exams, and she seemed very willing to let him complete the entire university course.

She also vowed that she would stir up trouble outside so that Ange would not be able to go back and find out what was going on, so he could go to school without worry.

Yuan Zhisheng couldn't feel at ease. Even though he had been in this crappy school for more than a month under his sister's name, he was still worried every day, afraid that he would be exposed.

"Liuli, the Lionheart Club will be holding an event tonight. Do you want to go?" The girl's voice sounded. Yuan Zhisheng subconsciously looked over, but after just a glance, he immediately looked away and shook his head.

His roommate Susie was wearing a very cool suspender and hot pants. Her skin was white and she had a black mask on her face. She said to Yuan Zhisheng, "Is your throat still not healed? I haven't heard you speak for a long time."

As she was about to come over, Yuan Zhisheng stood up suddenly, turned around and walked out.

Yuan Zhisheng had no choice but to leave. Nono and Caesar went to eat, leaving only him and Susie in the dormitory. He still didn't know how to face such an enthusiastic girl like Susie.

From childhood to adulthood, there have only been three girls around him: Genjiro, who grew up with him, and Eri and Sakura, whom he met later. However, these people are completely different from Susie. He has no idea how to deal with this kind of enthusiastic and bright girl like the sun, so he can only run away.

Fortunately, his legs had almost recovered and he could walk on his own, but he moved too quickly and his steps were a little unsteady. He looked like he was running for his life. Susie was puzzled when she saw this.

But she had long been accustomed to her roommates' weirdness, so she didn't take it to heart.

On the contrary, Yuan Zhisheng still felt a little nervous after running out of the dormitory. Seeing that many people seemed to be paying attention to him, he suddenly became extremely annoyed and walked to a corner of the college with a cold face.

This was the place he found to avoid everyone's sight. It was far away from the teaching buildings and other student activity areas in the academy. It should be considered the most remote place in the academy. Normally, no one would come here. All you could see were lush trees and high mountains in the distance.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't know when such days would end and could only look forward to the holidays with despair. He calculated the time of the final exam in his mind and immediately cheered up. It would be almost time, he just had to hold on for a while longer.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to ask Sakura how to deal with girls, but he felt that it would be better to ask Crow and Yaksha instead of Sakura. But when he thought about it carefully, these two guys didn't seem very reliable. When he was hesitating about who to ask, he suddenly heard a slight noise coming from behind him.

Yuan Zhisheng's five senses were exceptionally sharp, and in just a split second he determined that it was the sound of approaching footsteps. However, because they were at Kassel College, he thought it was just a student coming here to relax, so he didn't take it seriously.

It was not until the footsteps were getting closer and closer to him and were obviously coming towards him that he frowned and turned back.

As a result, he was stunned after just one glance.

The person who came was wrapped in a wide black robe, and he covered his face with one hand holding the corner of the robe. He was wrapped tightly from head to toe, and only vaguely showed that his figure seemed a little thin.

His exposed fingers were broad and dry. It was obviously a man's hand, but it was so dry that it looked like only a layer of skin covered the bones.

In short, this is definitely not how students should dress.

"who are you?"

Gen Chisheng became alert almost instantly. He subconsciously reached for his waist, but remembered that he had hidden both the Spider-Knife and the Doji-Knife in order not to reveal his identity. The two knives were now lying obediently in his luggage.

"Are you Fengjian Liuli? The S-level who killed the Dragon King in the legend?" The hoarse voice sounded like fingernails scratching glass, so sharp that it made one's scalp tingle.

A strong sense of uneasiness spread in Yuan Zhisheng's heart. He realized that the person who came was not friendly, so he slowly stepped back and tried to keep some distance.

But his silence was taken as a consent. The man in black robe nodded and suddenly began to recite spiritual words. As he recited, a huge and terrifying domain unfolded, instantly surrounding and enveloping Yuan Zhisheng.

Yuan Zhisheng's pupils suddenly shrank. The academy has always been under the control of the Night Watch's Word Spirits, but this person can use the Word Spirits, which means that his bloodline has far surpassed that of the Night Watch.

Apart from Angers, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't figure out who else in the academy could do such a thing, let alone who would attack him.

No, this man’s target is Kazama Ruri, which means that he just mistook him for Genjitsu no Chitose. The person he really wants to deal with is Genjitsu no Chitose.

But before Yuan Zhisheng could think about it, a huge fire suddenly broke out in the area, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, howling towards them.

In just a moment, Yuan Zhisheng was engulfed by the raging fire and wind. His bones cracked and he instantly entered the dragon bone state, which allowed him to avoid the deadly flames at the last moment.

But he had just stood firm when the sharp knife flashed before his eyes. The knife was too fast and too fierce. He had no room to dodge. He could only twist his body to avoid the fatal part.

There was a sharp pain in his shoulder, and a terrifying force came like a tide. The sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out, and Yuan Zhisheng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His dragon bone was actually cut off!

"That's all?" The black-robed man shook his head, seeming extremely disappointed. "Nothing more than that. Is this kind of fake stuff worthy of the family's attention?"

"Who are you?" Yuan Zhisheng asked through gritting his teeth.

But the man in black robe just raised his knife towards him, and the sharp knife light flashed across Yuan Zhisheng's eyes: "You will know when you die."

Chapter 164: Half-Blood Monarch (I)

The terrifying area exploded, black flames spread and boiled, Yuan Zhisheng gritted his teeth, and slammed his head hard into the man's forehead.

Yagyu Shinkage-ryu·Swordless·Dragon Head Ball.

This is a rare unarmed combat technique in Japanese kendo, which was finally formed in the hands of the sword master Yagyu Ishifune Sogen. Its secret is to crash into the opponent's arms and snatch the sword.

A brilliant color flashed in Yuan Zhisheng's eyes. The man in black robe retreated the moment he was hit, but at the last moment he pulled out the knife that was stuck in Yuan Zhisheng's bone and prevented it from being taken away.

This undoubtedly caused secondary damage to the wound, and blood gushed out violently. Yuan Zhisheng stretched out his hand to cover it tightly, but scarlet blood still flowed out from between his fingers.

Yuan Zhi had only met one person in his life who could cut a dragon's bones into pieces with one sword, and that was his sister. The one in front of him was the second one.

However, he was obviously not as strong as his good sister. You know, at that time, Gen Chitose almost split him in half with one knife when he was in a dragon bone state, and this was the result of mercy. But even so, he lost his combat effectiveness on the spot.

As for the man in front of him, although his dragon bones were also shattered, the knife was stuck in his bones that had been strengthened by the royal blood, and his strength was greatly reduced.

"As expected of an S-rank." The man in black robe raised his head. The black robe on his head was knocked over by the blow, revealing a face as dry as a skull.

The man's eye sockets were sunken and his entire face was without a trace of flesh and blood, as if it was just a layer of skin wrapped around bones. The black skin was full of wrinkles. It was not a human face at all, it was the face of a mummy.

"Hey, whose body was not buried properly that made you crawl out?"

An indecent voice sounded from behind Yuan Zhisheng. When Yuan Zhisheng turned around, he saw a man in school uniform and black stockings on his head. He looked like some low-class bank robber.

Yuan Zhisheng: "..."

Perhaps sensing Yuan Zhisheng's silence, the man in stockings scratched the stockings on his head, with some helplessness in his voice:

"I came all the way here to save you, so you shouldn't worry about my attire, right? Besides, time is so urgent, so I'll definitely use whatever I can!"

Yuan Zhisheng hesitated. He felt that the voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a moment. Moreover, with a strong enemy at his side, he had to give up thinking for the time being.

Seeing someone coming, the mummy-like man didn't care. He ignored the two people's vigilant gazes, raised the knife that was still dripping with blood, licked it with an intoxicated look on his face, and then his eyes flashed with excitement.

It looked like a thirsty drug addict who finally got comfort, or like a starving ghost who finally got a delicacy. This perverted behavior looked so horrifying that Mr. Stockings couldn't help but poke Yuan Zhisheng.

"Brother, you look delicious."

Yuan Zhisheng suppressed the discomfort in his stomach and said in a cold voice: "Do you have a knife?"

"Yes, but you are injured, can you still fight?" Mr. Silk Stockings hesitated: "I only have a knife. If it doesn't work, I can help you hold him off for a while and you can just run away. He doesn't dare to be so presumptuous in the academy."

"Give me the knife."

"It's up to you." The man took out a knife from his waist and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng, while he couldn't help nagging: "Don't be so stubborn, if something really happens to you, your sister will chop me up."

"I just sent her a message. She should be on her way here now."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhisheng couldn't help but look back at him with a speechless expression, but this funny man just spread his hands.

"Okay, then..." Yuan Zhisheng took a deep breath: "Quick battle, quick decision."

He swung his sword violently, and a fierce murderous aura emanated from his whole body. He stomped on the ground suddenly, and his whole body turned into a shadow. The black long sword was sheathed in front of his chest. Several types of attacks were hidden in this preparatory action!

Heart-Shaped Sword Style·Four Phases and Eight Phases!

The so-called eight phases are eight terrifying scenes, namely red flame, Shura, Rakshasa, and the underworld. When this knife is slashed out, murderous aura is condensed on the blade. It doesn't matter even if it rushes into a furnace, and even if there are iron nails under your feet, you will step on them without hesitation.

The so-called ancient killing sword requires the awareness of giving up everything. The black-robed man was surrounded by terrifying black flames, but Yuan Zhisheng didn't care and stepped into the field so easily, allowing the flames to sweep over him.

This is what a murderous sword is like. When you hold the sword, you are in hell!

The black long sword chopped hard on the sword of the man in black robe, and there was a loud buzzing sound. Yuan Zhisheng drew his sword with his backhand and chopped at the air, using the opening moves of "Curling Blade Flow" and "Reverse Curling Blade Flow" in succession.

His movements were extremely fast and powerful, and he held the knife in his hand like an emperor who possessed power. As he exerted force, the wound on his shoulder continued to bleed, but he didn't care. He just stabbed the man in black robe again and again, causing him to retreat again and again.

Unlike Minamoto no Chitose who learned swordsmanship halfway through, Minamoto no Chisei learned the purest ancient swordsmanship from a kendo master in the Snake Eight Families. In terms of using a sword alone, he is even better than Minamoto no Chitose.

Before the Meiji Restoration in Japan, the sword was the life of a samurai, and the life of a samurai was bloody. It was an era of killers, and ronin walked the streets with wolf-like eyes, and would kill people at the slightest disagreement.

In that era, swordsmanship was used to kill people, so the most eerie, tragic and brutal swordsmanship was developed. It was completely different from the elegant and decent Japanese swordsmanship of today. Only those who survived were decent. In order to kill people, one could be like a wolf, a rat, or even a demon.