The previous violent explosions had affected the safety of the surrounding area. If Norma had not invaded the 911 fire alarm information system in time, there would have been more than a dozen rough-looking and square-looking Darley fire trucks painted in red on the way. On the way here.
"Alijie, block the LAN north of the Loop. We can't let the relevant images of this battle be exposed."
Seeing that they would not intervene in the battlefield, the technical department commissioner in charge of foreign aid gave orders decisively, hoping that not many ordinary people would notice the battle in the sky, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble. Hypnotizing many witnesses one by one is a lot of work.
"OK."
The pretty girl with cascading blond hair tied into a neat ponytail by a hairband and wearing a simple white lining is now typing on the keyboard with her green fingers, one after another of green data streams passing quickly in front of her eyes, her expression is calm and relaxed. @
After experiencing the "Jack the Ripper" incident in London, she became increasingly calm.
"We have done everything we need to do. We just hope that the support from the execution department will come quickly."
Some of the freshmen sighed. Uncle Leno and niece had already been picked up. The girl named Chris was just in a trance, but her health was not serious.
"Believe in the captain, he is the real dragon slayer after all."
The companion reached out and patted the boy who had just spoken out on the shoulder. He was also one of the witnesses on the glorious night when Li Yongyuan killed the red dragon.
Several people looked up and saw the hundred-story house hurriedly passing by. The figure as red as flames still looked domineering and stern.
On the wide and thick blade of the ghost head guillotine, the mysterious ghost pattern with pale fangs appears as if it is greedily sucking blood, lifelike. The ferocious crimson arc of the blade is like a tumbling blood-colored moon wheel, and it cuts down quickly towards the slender figure. .
"Ho!"
The handsome young man's shoulders are now stained with blood, and his face is too fair under the cover of his hanging black hair. He roared like a lion, with a cold chill in his teeth, and raised his ancient sword.
Just like thunder exploding, the blood sword and the frost sword suddenly collided in the air. The golden eyes and blood eyes looked at each other fiercely, and the unparalleled power made the surrounding air shake wildly.
At this moment, Li Longyuan, who was relatively small in size and mass, was hit dozens of meters away, and the field of Yanling Storm Corner almost collapsed due to this.
The creature with wings on its back stepped back not far and stood firmly in the air. There was a sea of blood surging in its huge pupils. The hazy moonlight shone on his strong and burly body, making it look as terrifying as a god and demon falling from the sky.
Li Longyuan looked very embarrassed at this moment. The wound on his shoulder extended all the way to his chest, which was hideous and terrifying. He held the hilt of the Rumo sword with one hand, and a pale golden dragon swam in the frosty white sword edge, his breath rising and falling.
He felt a very familiar aura on this guy, including the next-generation species he had slaughtered, the hybrid species with the speech spirit "Titan" who died in the Huashan Stone Forest, and the dragon attendant under the Yangtze River. , even a bit like the orthodox Shence Army.
If I have to use words to describe this feeling, its strength is more like that of Young Master Genji, Minamoto Chisheng, who has exceeded the critical blood limit and turned on the keel state.
This creature, nicknamed the "Red King", does not have the spirit of speech to destroy the world at every turn, nor does it possess the same superb and exquisite secret skills as the orthodox ones. However, it only relies on such a body that is as deep as the abyss and the combat skills that are almost like gods, making it possible for it to survive. Li Yongyuan felt great pressure.
The Red King's strong right arm holds a ghost-headed guillotine that is as long as an adult. The strange and bloody evil spirit is constantly waving out from the blade. Combined with its fierce and rough temperament, it looks even more like the arrival of the devil.
"The battle location must be changed."
Looking at the pair of tough membrane wings flapping slowly, Li Longyuan made a decision instantly. He was able to hover briefly in the air entirely because of the field influence of Yanling. But facing such an opponent, using the sky as a battlefield would actually become his disadvantage.
He suddenly tapped the nearest glass curtain wall with his toes, and immediately people soared up like a roc, quickly reaching the rooftop of the top floor.
There is a football field built here, covered with green turf, which looks spacious.
But the Red King just shook his wings suddenly, and his whole body exploded upward with a roar, and the billowing air waves roared behind him, even more dexterously than Li Longyuan. @·No mistake first~~
A bit faster.
The blade was like a blood-soaked ghost-headed guillotine and he swung it casually. The bloody light flashed away, and the tall steel wire fence painted with green paint was torn open, and the guy named Red King calmly entered through the gap.
He was very fast and never lost his momentum. He didn't even think about stopping to say a few words. As he roared in flight, a series of afterimages appeared behind him. He slashed hard with the ghost-headed guillotine in his hand, even the turf on the ground was cut into strips. Deep white marks come.
Li Yongyuan, who was waiting for his opponent, was holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands at this moment, and the bones in his body were cracking fiercely, and the relatively fragile organs were locked after being arranged and shifted.
Keel state, open.
The red figure was finally approaching. The young man faced it and slashed out a sword from top to bottom. There was even a faint golden glow bursting out from the edge of the sword. The dragon spirit raised its head and let out a deafening roar. @·No mistake first~~
Under the dark night, the extremely bright red and gold collided at this moment, and then exploded into a brilliant halo.
But beneath this astonishing beauty, what is hidden is an extremely terrifying confrontation, like a mighty thunder roaring in the dark clouds and silver snakes dancing wildly.
As if Li Yongyuan was hit hard, the whole person who was holding Tai'a was thrown straight away like a bowling ball. He flew dozens of meters low. The momentum even hit his back at the goal and broke the mast. It didn't stop until he hit it. The stadium's wire guardrail just rebounded and fell back to the ground.
"puff!"
His handsome face was now pale, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood while shaking. If it weren't for the defense of the keel state, he might have fallen down at this moment.
"Who are you exactly?"
Li Longyuan pressed his right hand on the ground, casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and forced himself to stand up slowly. The golden eyes under his black hair looked magical and magnificent.
He has never seen such a number one person in the orthodox books, but such a guy shouldn't be so anonymous.
Perhaps because he had already answered before, or perhaps because he had a cold personality and did not bother to say more, the sturdy figure holding the ghost-headed guillotine did not respond again.
He just held the thick-backed bloody knife and walked towards him step by step. The atmosphere was extremely chilling and terrifying.
But as this majestic figure hidden in the darkness was walking, his whole body suddenly shook and stopped in place. Even the ghost-headed guillotine held in the air stopped.
The handsome emperor wearing a mysterious robe and a crown was standing next to Li Longyuan, looking at the creature called the "Red King" with a smile.
"I can't believe that you have been dead for so long and still see the light of day again."
The emperor took out his jade-white hands from under his wide sleeves and gently touched his palms in congratulations. .
