Anger's wrist flipped suddenly, and the folding knife in his hand quickly passed through Samson's eyebrows like lightning.
His forehead cracked from the center, and a red and golden eye burst out from the wound, turning slowly.
The third longan, his key point, was the perfect opportunity the principal created for him. Lu Mingfei suddenly understood.
In his accurate heart, Lu Mingfei saw the dragon's face, bone protruding, scales, dazzling golden vertical pupils like orange-yellow headlights, and ferocious and sharp teeth like wild beasts.
His hands trembled slightly, and he didn't know why he was trembling. But the moment he saw those eyes, his heart seemed to be suddenly grabbed by a pair of big hands.
The big hands were generous and powerful, squeezing the blood in his heart hard, and his ears began to buzz. The faint sound seemed to come from the distant horizon, or from the ancient battlefield, the sound was trembling and the sound was wailing.
Suddenly!
Lu Mingfei heard it, he heard the sound.
That was Lu Mingze's voice, the voice of the little boy who always likes to dress up in black suits and is elegant.
"Kill him!"
Lu Mingfei's head was shocked.
"Kill him, brother!" The voice was filled with pain in its misty voice, as if the other party was suffering from pain somewhere.
"Kill him!!" A wailing voice suddenly roared, and an indescribable impulse suddenly surged along Lu Mingfei's limbs and bones. His pupils were instantly replaced by a pair of dazzling gold.
Bang!
The fingertips pressed the trigger without hesitation.
The bullet made of the Sage Stone quickly escaped from the muzzle at a speed that he could observe with his naked eyes. Everything could not be changed at this moment. He stood up straight, put down his sniper rifle, and watched the bullet at extremely fast in the air
Flying on the ground.
This feeling is very strange.
He seemed to have returned to the scene when he was free for one day. He stood upright with a sniper rifle in his hand, steady and calm, with a strong aura that outsiders dared not approach.
Hit!
Burning blood burst out from the longan's eyes, and the dragon clan covered his forehead and roared hoarsely. His whole body flipped hard in an extremely exaggerated posture, as if venting the severe pain in his heart.
But the next second, the flipped dragon body suddenly relaxed, like a balloon that was pulled out of the air, losing the air that could allow him to fly into the sky.
Samson flew away from the ruins of the Temple of Heroes and leaned down toward the area where Deadpools gathered below.
Norton's eyes burned with angry lava, and his hands condensed a boiling wave of air like a wave while waving them. Fu Nian and Finger were beaten to retreat step by step.
Norton stared at Samson who was falling down with both eyes, and all his invisible anger was released by him in silent silence.
The dragon's body was getting closer and closer to the ground, and the acceleration of gravity made him as heavy as a meteorite.
Caesar's eyes were tightly huddled in his pupils, looking at the huge creature whizzing down towards him.
This dragon actually puts its goal on itself at the last moment of life and death.
No!
Caesar suddenly looked at the copper jar in his hand that had never let go.
His purpose is this!!
It is to regain the bone bottle for the Dragon King before it dies!
Caesar, who was running wildly, suddenly raised his head and felt the oppression of the falling dragon following him in the sky.
This is the rhythm of bringing him before he dies.
Caesar was crazy about the chance of life that he might have in the next place, but no matter how he thought about it at the moment, he could not find an opportunity for life.
Unless the dragon falls for a minute late. Or a strongman punches the dragon out of the predetermined track.
But these two things are completely unrealistic. If you fall for one minute late, this is something that the principal can do. However, the principal has just used the Yan Ling, and it is difficult for the body to deal with it immediately. And he cannot guarantee that the principal can control it.
This huge weight accelerates for one minute.
As for hitting this thing out of the predetermined trajectory with one punch?
Caesar thinks this is a ridiculous idea. After this thing loses consciousness control, it will weigh at least a few dozen tons, or even more exaggerated. In addition, this thing will accelerate from an altitude of hundreds of meters, and it will have to be at least a million.
A ton of weight, this power is simply not a force that creatures can resist. He does not believe that there are creatures in the world that can resist this power.
Fu Nian looked up at Samson who had fallen from the sky, and the shock wave swept across his head with his loyalty to sacrifice his life for the king.
After hesitating for a moment, he decided not to save Caesar at this moment, although this force was just a little serious blow to him.
But he didn't want to reveal his identity because of this. Norton was his ultimate goal in this trip. Before the mission was achieved, no one could die, he could not change his mind.
Because this was what he prepared for Xia Mi!
.
"Caesar! Throw away the things!"
Just when Fu Nian thought Caesar was about to fall under the dragon's body, the air around him instantly slowed down.
Anger's voice roared with an angry roar.
But time only stopped for that second. He had used the Word Spirit many times tonight, which was a huge challenge for his body.
But he still bought a second for Caesar.
Caesar did not hesitate at all. Although he was very unwilling to give up, this was something he tried his best to protect tonight, and it made him very unwilling to release it like this.
But he had to do this because it was the most correct choice at the moment. Either he died with the copper jar, or he threw the thing out.
It was an easy thing to make a choice, and Angers had made a choice for him.
Caesar did not hesitate at all. The moment Angers' voice landed, the copper can in his hand roared towards the distance like a shell.
Samson's remaining little will followed behind the copper jar like a firefly.
boom!
The dragon's body fell heavily to the ground. The violent earthquake was like a tumultuous tsunami and mountain collapse that exploded a huge pit with a radius of nearly a hundred meters.
Samson's huge dragon body curled into a ball, holding the copper jar tightly in the middle. It was like a hunting dog for his master's last hunt before his death, biting his prey's hind legs with his tired body, and
Death will last.
Norton shook Finger who was wielding his fist. The grand dragon power was swept with rage, and the hot air waves boiled in every corner of Finger's body.
The endless impact force that followed threw him away.
Fu Nian reached out to take Finger in the air, and the next moment, he let his arm go and let him do free fall movements at an altitude of two meters.
Finger is too hot. With the blessing of the power of the bronze throne, he is more likely to become hot than ordinary people.
boom!
Norton came to Samson, and a ripples of peace were rarely revealed in his majestic eyes.
"Thank you for your hard work, Samson, it's been so many years."
He gently stroked the dragon's iron face, his voice was low, as if suppressing the endless roar. He was like a volcano ready to go.
Samson responded to him with a faint dragon breath. The power of the Sage Stone had already destroyed his consciousness. He is now feeling the "stroking" from the Dragon King purely by instinct.
Samson pressed his head against the copper jar in front of him, and the luster in the closed vertical golden pupil became dim and dull.
"I get it. You've done it very well." Norton's low voice rang.
Around him, densely packed deadpools gathered around him, and the leading few high-ranking deadpools half kneeled behind Norton, lowered their heads and lowered their eyes, as if they were using this method to say goodbye to Samson's last moment.
Without exception, the Deadpool behind him all lowered his head silently, and on the battlefield of life and death, he bid farewell to the Dragon Staff Samson on the last journey.
"Go with peace of mind." Norton's voice was like a command, the last command from the king.
The dragon's pupils began to become dim quickly, quickly dimmed...
Norton stepped forward and walked to the copper jar next to Samson's head. He looked down at the copper jar condescendingly.
"Constantine! Time is up!"
Norton carried his hands on his back, his expression was solemn and solemn.
The copper jar was unresponsive.
Even the scorching light that had been before became dimmed. It seemed that with Samson's passing life, they went to their Nibelon root...
Norton frowned. Within his close range of perception, the aura of Constantine in the copper jar was so weak, so weak that it was almost a thin layer...
Suddenly, Norton seemed to realize something! He seemed to feel something deeper.
Thick eyebrows frowned together.
Extend your hand and slowly reach towards the copper jar.
"Brother, it's so cold here."
A sound of silent memory suddenly sounded in Norton's mind. The picture in front of Norton suddenly seemed to be back in a rental house.
"Brother, I'm so scared! He's here, they're here!!"
"I'm going to die, brother, they're going to eat me! Brother!"
In the rental house, a festive man covered his head wildly, lying on the ground trembling in pain.
This is a scene that he has forgotten. It only happened not far away, but Norton seemed to have seen this scene for the first time.
The hands that stretched out were trembling.
"Brother, he wants to eat me! Brother...Brother...Brother...Brother...!!"
The sound in the picture became more and more rapid, with fear and resistance in the sound.
The man in the rental house screamed more and more clearly, and the madness of twisting his body became more intense.
Bang!
The scene is like a broken mirror.
The mirror is broken.
The sound disappeared.
The world is quiet.
Everything fell into darkness.
This is a painful memory that was resisted by Lao Tang, and it is also a memory that Norton did not want to face when he woke up. It was forgotten by him in the corner of his memory. But there was still a thread guiding Norton to find the truth he already knew.
However, the journey will eventually end, and the truth will eventually reveal traces of history.
The copper jar was gently stroked by Norton in his hand, just like he had touched Constantine's well-behaved forehead in the Bronze King Hall.
Time goes back little by little, and memories come back little by little.
"We're going to die, Constantine, but don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid with my brother... But why... I don't eat me? Eat me, my brother can break through any kind of cage."
"You are a good food, but that's too lonely. For thousands of years, you are the only one with me."
"But death is really sad, forever, forever, dark... It's like groping in the dark night, but the stretched hand will never touch something..."
"The so-called fate of the abandoned tribe is to travel through the wasteland, raise the battle flag again, and return to his hometown. Death is not scary, it is just a long sleep. Before I can devour this world, it is better to sleep peacefully than to travel alone. We will still wake up
Come."
"Brother...If one day raising the battle flag and can swallow the world, will you eat me?"
"Yes, then you will be with me and rule the world!"