Dragon Clan: I can randomly draw a word spirit

Yuan Zhisheng reacted extremely quickly and almost immediately raised his two swords to block, but the huge and heavy force still caused his feet to sink directly into the road.

Almost at the same time, Uesugi Yue thrust out his sword fiercely, and "Lust" made a roaring sound, as if a giant dragon was roaring. The attacking figure of the black shadow suddenly stopped, and at the same time quickly retreated to avoid the fatal blow.

Eri also stood in front of Genjitsu and raised her hand towards the black shadow. Ancient language came out of her mouth and the girl's clear voice echoed in the air.

The terrifying domain quickly opened up, and all the bomb fragments in the domain floated up and turned into dazzling meteors that smashed towards the black shadow, leaving a black tail in the air.

The black shadow had to step back again to avoid the broken blades, but although not a single fragment hit her, the scales on her body began to crack in an instant, and countless silver-white butterflies quickly flew into the wounds.

But soon these blades were squeezed out by the healing flesh and blood, and the scales that were forcibly broken quickly returned to normal.

The Word Spirit: Judgment is the order of the god of death when facing someone with a lower bloodline than oneself, but its effect will be reduced exponentially when facing someone with a higher bloodline than oneself.

But even so, the black shadow was affected and stopped where it was. Only then did everyone see the black shadow's appearance clearly.

The originally pure and beautiful girl has completely transformed into a ferocious and majestic dragon-shaped monster. She stands in the mess, her blazing golden eyes are like burning flames, and in her hand she holds a huge sickle that looks like the god of death.

She exhaled slowly, and hot white steam rose from her whole body, like a burning furnace.

It was simply hard to believe that the artillery fire that was enough to destroy half an army had almost no effect on her. The threat of those shells seemed less than a casual knife from Uesugi Yue, who was holding "Lust".

This was also the first time they faced off against a Dragon King-level enemy, whose strength was beyond everyone's imagination.

But even so, no one took even a single step back.

A low cough was heard, and Genjitsu struggled to get up from the ground. Seeing this, Eri hurried over to support her. She saw that along with the cough, large mouthfuls of blood flowed out of her mouth, which seemed to be mixed with damaged internal organs.

Eiry's eyes quickly turned red, and she tried to wipe them in vain, but the blood seemed endless, staining Eiry's entire palm red.

The blood flowing from the huge penetrating wound soaked Yuan Zhinu's clothes. The bright red blood drops fell from the corners of her clothes to the ground, like blooming red plums.

It was hard to imagine how much blood had flowed out of the girl's thin body. All we could see was her face, which was so pale that it was almost gray.

Uesugi turned away sadly, unable to bear to look any longer.

Yuan Zhisheng silently took off his windbreaker and put it over the girl to cover her tightly. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "Are you so unwilling to believe us?"

Yuan Zhinv smiled, but she had no strength left, so the corners of her mouth just raised slightly.

Her voice was very soft, like a murmured sigh: "But that's the Dragon King. I'm not sure I can go back alive. Do you want to go with me to die?"

"Besides, her target is only me. As long as I'm dead, she won't take the initiative to cause trouble for you."

"So you're going to sacrifice yourself again?" Yuan Zhisheng's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger. He suppressed his voice and growled, "You're always like this, always like this! You'll be free when you die, but what about us? Have you ever thought about us?!"

"Do you think we can just accept the peace you've bought with your life? Or do you want us to live in guilt for the rest of our lives? I'd rather die with you!"

Yuan Zhisheng rarely loses his composure like this. His eyes were bloodshot and veins on his forehead were bulging, like a wild beast that was pushed to the extreme.

No one understands the pain of regret better than him. It is the most poisonous poison in the world, which will pierce your heart and stay with you forever, and even death will not bring relief.

"I don't want to die either." Yuan Zhinv closed her eyes tiredly: "But I can't think of any other way."

The girl who was always sharp and seemed omnipotent, the girl who always protected everyone and acted as a guardian angel, finally revealed her true appearance at this moment.

Peeling off the violent outer layer, the girl inside is not only not majestic, but also so thin and frail that it makes people feel sorry for her.

Forced to grow up since birth and always living under high pressure, she slowly learned to cut off all useless emotions, while always holding the knife tightly in her hand, because that was her only support.

She has no requests and no expectations. She only relies on herself. She doesn't feel pain and doesn't shed tears. She is like a stubborn stone. She seems to be born strong and the patron saint of everyone.

It is not until the god falls to earth and his perfect body is peeled off and burned that we know that there is a mortal man inside.

Looking at the familiar face, Yuan Zhisheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, but stopped when his fingers were about to touch it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand and turned around suddenly. He put Spider Cut and Boy Cut back into the sheath at his waist. He took out the ancient bronze box from the ruins and took out two long swords from it.

The moment he took the long sword in his hand, it let out a roaring sound, as if a giant dragon had been unsealed and was roaring at the sky.

Genshisei didn't know which two swords he had, but it didn't matter. He didn't look back, but said in a hoarse voice: "Eri, keep an eye on your sister."

He walked together with Uesugi Yue and raised their weapons against Jörmungandr at the same time.

Jörmungandr watched all of this with great interest, as if he was watching some interesting stage play.

Human emotions are something that she still cannot figure out. Even though she has been imitating humans for so many years, she still does not understand these inexplicable emotions in many cases.

But that didn't stop her from finding it interesting.

"You seem to have a good relationship." Jörmungandr tilted his head to observe them, like a curious cat observing humans: "But aren't humans all selfish? It's common for them to abandon their companions in the face of life and death."

No one answered her question. Uesugi Yue and Minamoto Chisai stared at her intently, as if they would explode at the slightest disturbance.

They couldn't help but be serious, because just by standing there, the terrifying majesty and oppression were almost enough to make people collapse.

Uesugi Yue did not bring many people with him, because he knew clearly that when facing the Dragon King, people without insufficient bloodline would find it difficult to even stand up, let alone fight.

But even with his and Yuan Zhisheng's bloodline, he still felt tremendous pressure.

Jörmungandr looked a little regretful: "Don't you want to talk more? Talk about your last words or something."

"Well, forget it. I'll bury you both together."

Chapter 177 Candle Dragon

Outside the Paradise Hall, the sky gradually darkened. In just a moment, dark clouds appeared and strong winds blew violently.

Uesugi Yue calmly looked at the majestic creature in front of him. His ambition was to be a pastor, to guide the direction of life for all lost lambs, and to tell everyone in the church full of statues that God will bless them.

But now he raised the knife against God.

But he did not regret it. It did not matter even if he was no longer accepted by God and could not enjoy the peace and joy bestowed by God.

He has been a sinner for a long time. He was worthy of going to hell for the bad things he had done. He could calmly accept punishment, even death, but he could not accept anyone hurting his child.

That was his only bond in this world, and he lived for them.

Even God cannot take his child away from him.

Uesugi Yue held gluttony in his left hand and lust in his right hand. His black windbreaker fluttered in the wind like a battle flag, and he swung his sword in a circle with both hands.

The blade drew a perfect circle, and the arc was bright red, looking like the sun in a total solar eclipse. The moon temporarily blocked the sunlight, but the bright corona still emanated from around the moon's shadow.

This is a word spirit that is completely beyond the scope of textbooks. Genjitsu had also used this word spirit when fighting Leviathan. Her bloodline is already higher than that of Uesugi Yue, but she does not have the feeling of ease and mastery that Uesugi Yue has at this moment.

The old man stood in the center of the black sun, chanting the ancient testimony. At this moment, he seemed like a Buddha statue standing in the flowing clouds and flames, extremely calm and dignified.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, witnessing this divine scene. Rather than calling it a word spirit, it was more like a festival, a festival that allowed a mere human body to reach the realm of the Dragon King.

As the old man chanted hoarsely, Gen Chisei also stood behind Uesugi Yue with a knife in both hands, guarding his back.

The domain quickly enveloped Jörmungandr. She looked up at the slowly rotating black sun. The fierce gale blew away the ruins and rubble beside her, but could not shake her at all.

"Can humans do this?" Jörmungandr's dazzling golden eyes revealed complex emotions, and he sighed, "You are really a family of monsters."

"But you still don't understand our world."

With this sigh, Jörmungandr pushed off the ground with his legs, exerting all his muscles at the same time, and rushed towards the dazzling rotating black sun. He raised the sickle in his hand high and chopped it hard at the old man.

Uesugi Yue held the sword in both hands and spun it like a windmill, and both swords blocked the god of death's sickle at the same time, making a harsh sound of metal collision.

Two days and one flow, two days in the sun, that is the purest power, it can cut through iron in front, it can cut through mountains in front, it can cut through dragons in front!

The old man let out a hoarse roar, as if a lion was roaring. At the same time, the black sun above his head shrank violently, swallowing up the air at an alarming speed, and setting off an even more violent gust of wind, as if it was going to swallow up all the matter in the world.

The debris of the buildings and rocks were swept up by the strong wind and headed towards the black sun. All the debris turned into snow-white ashes when they touched the edge of the black sun, forming white smoke behind the old man that drifted away with the wind.

But this rapidly increasing pressure still couldn't do anything to that tall figure. Jörmungandr held the sickle and exerted pressure hard. She just stood there, like a towering mountain. The black sun couldn't suck her in, and Uesugi Yue couldn't fight back against her.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly bent over and swung the knife with both hands to stab the monster's lower abdomen. Countless dazzling sparks burst out when the blade and scales touched. Yuan Zhisheng's arm was numb from the shock, and he felt as if he had stabbed steel.

Jörmungandr sneered, twisted his body suddenly and kicked Yuan Zhisheng hard. His black claws instantly took out a large piece of flesh and blood.

She used the force to bounce up, and the huge sickle turned into countless red-hot metal blades in the air, stabbing at the old man's back from all directions. Yuan Zhisheng waved his knife to resist, and at the same time, the gentle field quickly unfolded.

As the young man chanted in a low voice, the countless metal blades in the air instantly fell to the ground like birds without wings, making a dull sound when they hit the ground, and cracks appeared on the ground.

Gen Chisei and Uesugi Yue in the dragon bone state are infinitely close to the pure-blooded dragon clan, but it is not enough, far from enough.

Jörmungandr stood calmly like a master, remaining unmoved despite the raging wind.

The words of Uesugi Koshi and Minamoto Chisei were high-risk words that were not even recorded by the secret party. They were enough to destroy an army, but in front of that majestic figure they were like children playing and seemed to have no effect on her.

"Words are useless against the Dragon King."

A cold smile flashed in her bright golden eyes. Jörmungandr stomped her feet hard. As she moved, the ground cracked again. Countless hard rocks emerged from the cracks like a giant dragon and opened their bloody mouths towards Uesugi Yue and Minamoto Chisei.

No matter whether it is Wang Quan or Hei Ri, they have reached their limits when facing this landslide-like attack. That is simply a force that cannot be controlled by humans. Even if they are the strongest emperors, they will also be suppressed.

This is bloodline suppression.

The power of words was originally stolen from the dragon clan by despicable humans. The birth of hybrids is never glorious, and these stolen powers are undoubtedly a waste of time in front of the real Dragon King.

What stands between them is a chasm like an insurmountable chasm.

For thousands of years, humans have always believed that they are very close to the history and mysteries of the dragon race, but they have always been just wandering at the foot of the iceberg. Looking up, the top of the mountain is still shrouded in clouds and mist.

No one knows what kind of ultimate power is hidden in the deepest part of that civilization? What kind of terrifying existence is the Black King? Why could such a terrifying existence be killed by mere humans?

Just when the rocks were about to completely bury Uesugi Koshi and Minamoto Chisei, a pale shadow pulled them out at the last moment.

The three of them fell heavily to the ground, raising a lot of dust.

In the dust, Yuan Zhinu coughed softly, and blood foam kept overflowing from her mouth, but she just wiped it away with her hand without caring, and the pale scales on her body quickly shrank.

She no longer had the strength to continue transforming into a dragon, but even so, she used her last bit of strength to pull the two people back.

Eri anxiously wanted to rush over, but Genjitsu raised her hand to stop her.

Yuan Zhinu walked towards the unruly figure step by step. She looked so fragile, covered in blood and bruises, as if she would fall down at any time, but she still approached step by step.

Jörmungandr tilted his head and looked at her, as if a god was admiring the sacrifice that was being walked up to the altar.

"Children!"

Several hoarse shouts were heard from behind, but she couldn't tell who they were or how many people there were. Yuan Zhinu didn't turn around, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

At this critical moment of life and death, she actually smiled, and her smile was bright and brilliant, as if she was an ordinary twenty-year-old girl, which is the most youthful and lively age.

"You said that words are useless? I don't believe it. Do you want to try it?"

The awe-inspiring and terrifying realm was reviving, just like a small stone thrown into the water, but this stone caused a huge wave! Even the dark clouds in the sky were churning, that was because the elements here were beginning to go crazy!

Jörmungandr's relaxed attitude finally changed. Her pair of bright golden eyes were filled with shock. She knew better than anyone else what the Source Girl was doing at that moment, but how could such a spirit of words appear in her?