Chapter 87 Dragon Horse

There was lightning and thunder, and there seemed to be silver-white trees blooming in the gloomy sky. The white light illuminated the gloomy eyes in the rider's helmet.

The rain made a winding trickle on the Maybach window. The black Maybach and the black Kawasaki modified motorcycle walked side by side on the elevated road. The six white fonts of "High Mobility Experimental Model" with a strong Eva flavor on the other side's car.

clearly visible.

Lu Mingfei had already picked up the bolt pistol, and just when he was about to fire, the rider waved to him again.

Only this time, he had two more small dachi swords in his hand, and the vermilion tassels on the handles fluttered lonely in a world that seemed to be cast in a layer of gray.

The rider held the knife in his backhand, and the scabbard fell off and was thrown behind by the wind and rain. The blade of the knife reflected the silver snakes scurrying in the sky.

Lu Mingfei realized that he had made a mistake, and before he realized this, he had already dropped his bolt pistol, kicked open the car door, and rushed out. His low roar could still be heard in the howling wind:

"Fingal!"

"receive!"

Fingel also noticed it - it was the Kodachi of the translator Setsuko!

The blade failed to penetrate the gray-black sack on the back seat of the motorcycle, but instead cut through the leather rope binding the sack.

Lu Mingfei's body instinct was faster than his reaction speed. He had already dodged to the motorcycle and caught the falling blade with his palm.

The leather ropes binding the gray and black sacks were loosened in circles, and Fingel rushed over. He hugged the sacks with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed the passenger door of the Maybach to act as a cushion to offset the inertia, dragging it on the road.

Go a long way.

Lu Mingfei was unaware of the blood dripping, and his shining golden pupils were reflected in the helmet's eyepiece.

He was holding a fierce chain sword in his other hand. The chain blade roared wildly at this moment, trying to tear open the rider's chest.

But there was a sharp blade that blocked the chain blade's intrusion, and dazzling sparks poured out like a waterfall - the rider pulled out the blade with his other hand to defend himself.

The next second, as the rider's hands were released, the motorcycle lost its balance. The two fell off the bike, and the motorcycle, which still had residual inertia, wiped out a long line of water splashes on the road.

Lu Mingfei quickly regained his balance and stood up after several rolls. The other rider did the same, holding a knife in both hands and dragging on the road to remove the inertia.

The heavy rain suddenly became pouring, as if the sound of the entire world was being struck down by the sound of rain, flowing down the road to a lower place.

"The S-class! Fierce Ghosts' Ryoma' from this headquarters are here..."

The motorcycle rider took off his helmet and saluted Lu Mingfei loudly in the rain.

But before he could finish his words, a black Maybach cut through the rain curtain and turned into a battering ram, knocking him out violently.

The sound of bones exploding could be heard clearly in the rain. Lu Mingfei had also heard the same sound from Wang General——

That was not a broken bone, but an explosive sound made by the combination of bones rubbing together. It was obvious that Ryoma was not an ordinary person. He entered some kind of state of greatly enhanced body during the process of being knocked away.

He seemed to have stepped on the brakes in mid-air, stopping his flying body and landing firmly on the ground with both feet.

"Interrupting someone's etiquette is an act of apology, bastard..."

His golden eyes stared indifferently at Chu Zihang who was stepping out of the Maybach, and he spoke in a low voice.

The raindrops falling on him made a "sizzling" sound, and wisps of fine white smoke evaporated.

If someone from the Japanese branch were here, they would definitely be shocked by the appearance of the "dragon horses" of the fierce ghosts, and then try their best to notify us of their location before they die completely.

If "King General" is an unfathomable and strange wise man, then "Dragon Horse" is a bloodthirsty executioner!

Every time he appears, he is accompanied by countless blood and corpses. He is an extremely evil ghost whose threat level is second only to that of the king.

Since the former director of the executive bureau who led the team to round up him was seriously injured two years ago, Ryoma seems to have disappeared and has not been seen again.

This also made many elites angry but had no place to vent. They believed that as long as this evil ghost appeared again, the newly appointed director Yuan Zhisheng would definitely kill him.

However, Lu Mingfei didn't know who Ryoma was, and he couldn't understand the Japanese self-introduction he said.

Of course, it doesn't matter who the other party is now. When he raised Shi Jinzi's two small swords, he was already labeled as a heretic by Lu Mingfei.

Since it is a heresy, it needs to be eliminated and purified.

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to sound the chain sword and step forward, he suddenly turned around with something in his mind.

The premonition gave him strong crisis feedback - from the rear!

Lu Mingfei immediately turned around and rushed towards Fingel's location.

"Hey, S-class coward! Don't even think about escaping!"

Ryoma was startled, then yelled and cursed loudly.

Just when he was about to raise his knife and pursue him, he suddenly heard high-pitched and fast chanting coming from behind him.

The howling wind and rain could not cover up the explosion of these syllables. Compared with that ancient language, all sounds in the world were as small as the buzzing of mosquitoes.

Immediately following is a sun rising from the rain curtain!

Then, the sun dragged its bright flame tail and billowing white smoke towards Ryoma, who had an excited and crazy look on his face.

Yan Ling. Jun Yan!

boom!

The fireball crashed down, and the entire elevated highway trembled violently.

Unfortunately, many online media articles boasting about the high quality of Japanese highways failed to catch Chu Zihang's Junyan, and a gap was blown out of the middle.

The visual effect brought by the explosion of Jun Yan is greater than the actual power. The pouring rain was vaporized by high temperature into rich white steam at the moment when Jun Yan exploded. The dazzling orange flames and the black smoke formed by melting asphalt on the road rose into the sky.

rise.

Chu Zihang silently stepped forward and pulled out Murasame.

This alchemical weapon seemed to be singing in joy along with the owner's boiling dragon's blood. A hot red light appeared on the blade, and before the raindrops even dripped, it was evaporated by the high temperature emanating from the blade.

But Chu Zihang didn't notice this. He slightly raised his head and looked at the sky, where rain kept pouring down from the sky.

It seemed like it was that rainy night again.

"Awesome! I didn't expect to see such a bright sun!"

Arrogant laughter came from the black smoke. Ryoma walked out of the billowing black smoke with a knife in his hand. When he saw Chu Zihang's eyes burning with golden flames in the rain, he grinned.

Although he did not take Jun Yan's blow head-on, his black riding uniform was burned clean, revealing the armor composed of countless scales in the shape of swords and shields, and his chest and muscles were gray and white.

The undulations under his scales contain explosive power.

"Tell me your name! In addition to S-class, you are also an interesting opponent!"

Ryoma laughed, waved the long knife in his hand, and cut through the rain curtain.

But Chu Zihang didn't answer. He leaned down, holding the Murasame as red as molten iron with both hands, and faced Ryoma directly with a sword-drawing stance.

"Forget it...it seems that swords are our common language."

Ryoma's smile became more and more excited.
Chapter completed!