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"Grandpa Lieren, you said you could make a hole, but how big is it? Is there room for me to get in?"

Hearing this, Lieren looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you planning to go to the Eye of the Storm alone and challenge him to a duel?!"

Lie Ren had faced the Wind Dragon before, and he knew better than anyone how difficult it was to deal with an ancient dragon of this level alone.

However, Han Xin nodded firmly without saying anything more.

Hearing this, Ye Zi immediately shook his head.

"No! It's too dangerous! Mr. Benefactor, you can't do this!"

That's right! We should evacuate immediately, and then use the airship at the [Longxiang] base to quickly rush to the Dragon Palace Ancient City. Maybe we can stop them!

Why should you take this risk, Mr. Benefactor? "

"Yezi is right, Han Xin, you have done enough."

"Well, I agree with what Master Yako and Onee-sama said."

Huoya and Shuiyun, facing the wind blades, couldn't help but feel like retreating.

Even though the will to fight has not died down, facing the isolating wind wall and the flying wind dragon, there seems to be no other choice but to retreat.

But Han Xin doesn't think so.

The Wind Dragon is currently seriously injured. If we allow it to return, once its wounds heal and it combines with the Thunder Dragon, the danger will be much greater than it is now.

Lie Ren has lost his power, and Ye Zi and the others are also unable to deal with the "Origin of a Hundred Dragons".

Han Xin looked at his companions and children who were covered in scars and fatigue, and the uncontrollable resentment and madness in his heart emerged.

"...Grandpa Lieren, follow my lead."

So he started from zero frame, completely ignoring everyone's advice. After throwing down these words, he rushed straight into the strong wind that was like a meat grinder!

"?!"

"well……?!"

"Ball head sack!"

"don't want!!!"

The four looked at Han Xin's unexpected action, their faces filled with confusion and horror.

However, facing the terrifying wind blade, Han Xin had no intention of stopping.

Seeing this, Lieren had no time to think and could only swing his knife in the direction of Han Xin's advance. He was forced to follow the rhythm and forced a wind passage of about one meter to be opened for him.

This knife was Lieren's last bit of strength.

The wind tunnel created by the [Evil Blade [Flower-Acting Rain]] was extremely narrow, and only Han Xin, transformed into Melaleu, could squeeze in.

Moreover, this air duct is at risk of closing at any time, so Han Xin must speed up.

So he gave up the conditions for transformation and used [Feint].

With extremely high agility and speed, he rushed out of the wall of wind blades a second before the wind duct closed and arrived at the center of the quiet storm.

Although the tip of Han Xin's tail was shattered by the wind blade at the moment the wind channel closed, and his hair and blood were scattered in the wind blade,

But Han Xin no longer felt the pain of these minor details.

In his eyes, there is only the Wind Dragon!

In his heart, the only desire is to protect his partner and offspring!

So Han Xin kicked the ground hard, and with the aftermath of the wind blade, he grabbed the wind dragon's tail just before it flew away.

He activated [Feint] again, darting along the Wind Dragon's tail and back, rushing all the way to the latter's face.

"Hey! Surprise!"

He climbed to the top of the Wind Dragon's horn and jumped up.

Under the incredulous and surprised gaze of the Wind Dragon, he drew out the strange Muramasa!

rub! ! !

First, a straight red light flashed!

Then there was a shrill wail!

However, due to the isolation of the wind wall, other people or dragons could not see what was happening in the eye of the storm. They only felt that something fell down and the earth was shaking.

The Wind Dragon was chopped down by Han Xin's sword. Although blood was oozing out of its mouth and forehead like a fountain, it still raised its body.

Now, the Wind Dragon looked at the cat in front of him as if he was looking at a ferocious tiger.

Facing such an opponent, the Wind Dragon, who possessed the dignity of an ancient dragon, became even more angry!

If I don’t kill you today, I swear I won’t be Gu Long!

"Roar!"

With this thought in mind, the Wind Dragon roared and increased the strength of the wind blades around it.

Han Xin was completely isolated from his companions, and he couldn't even see them.

The center of the eye of the storm is the place where the dragon and the cat will have their final battle, or perhaps it is the cemetery of one of them.

Looking at the Wind Dragon, Han Xin shook the sword in his hand.

The reflection on the blade illuminated Han Xin's confident and resolute expression.

Han Xin slowly walked towards the Wind Dragon with a knife in hand, his whole body exuding a wave of murderous intent without concealing it.

“The people of Yanhuo Village throughout the ages seem to have worshipped you as a god.

Well... God,

You who are hailed as a natural disaster may indeed be gods in the eyes of puny humans.

This battle with you has also given me a new understanding of your race.

Well, I admit that you are indeed opponents worthy of my respect..."

Having said this, Han Xin stopped and took up Lieren's most commonly used sword fighting stance, and continued to shout at the Wind Dragon with passion and generosity:

"But I will never believe in you like a [human]!

No matter how many times you soar across the sky, I will trample on your blood and chop you down from the summit again and again!!!"

……

Inside the wind wall, no light can penetrate.

Fortunately, the wind blades at the edge of the wind wall were not very powerful, and the people and the dragons could barely withstand it.

But even so, the dragons' shells and scales were already riddled with holes.

The hunters' weapons were also shattered by the wind blades.

But they were reluctant to leave and just stared at the center of the storm.

There is a brave being out there, fighting against the gods with his mortal body.

As participants and spectators in this battle, they must witness the victory of one side and the death of the other.

This is fate's arrangement, and also the watershed between hope and despair.

No matter what, they had to see the end.

Time passed by,

Even though the storm roared, the sounds of battle and roars in the center still penetrated the noisy wind and reached their ears.

And it is even more deafening and explosive.

Anxiety, worry, unwillingness, fear, regret... countless emotions are growing among the dragons and the people.

In the end, they all converged into the same idea.

"Please, Han Xin, you must win!!!"

As time passed, the sounds of battle became quieter and less frequent.

For the companions outside, the passage of time brings more and more suffering.

After an unknown amount of time, there was no more sound from the center of the storm.

Moreover, they could clearly feel that the wind blades cutting into their bodies were far less powerful than before.

Then, the dawn of hope rose from the hearts of humans and dragons.

As the strong wind gradually dissipated and their vision gradually returned, the anticipation, excitement and joy in their hearts became even more difficult to suppress.

However, when the strong wind completely dissipated,

The corners of everyone's mouths, which were originally raised, froze on their faces. The greater the hope that had just been revealed in their eyes, the greater the despair at this moment.

Aside from the majestic Wind Dragon, there was no other living being left on the central battlefield...

Sadness came like a tide and drowned them.

Han Xin's companions roared in anger and wanted to rush forward to fight the Wind God Dragon Fish to the death.

However, the Wind Dragon just looked at them coldly, as if despising ants, and ignored them. It turned and rushed straight into the sky towards the location of the ancient Dragon Palace City.

For some unknown reason, his speed was much faster than before. Even if the flying dragon and the bird dragon wanted to chase him, they would be far behind.

Seeing that there was no hope of pursuit, they finally stopped, wailed a few times, ignored the four people below, and turned back towards the abandoned shrine.

None of the four knew what they wanted to do.

No one was in the mood to care about what the monsters were going to do.

Lieren clenched his fists and looked at the Wind Dragon flying away without saying a word.

Shuiyun and Huoya also lowered their heads silently, biting their lips tightly and drooping their brows.

Ye Zi collapsed on the ground in complete despair, the bright light in his eyes gone.

They were unwilling to accept it, but they had to accept the "facts" they saw.

Han Xin...died in action.