The low sound of wind floated on the lake, and ripples spread everywhere.
The wooden boat in front of Lu Mingfei and the others was undulating on the lake like a fallen leaf.
"You want us to get on the boat and row to the island in the center?"
Chu Zihang looked at the scene in front of him and immediately understood what the people behind the scenes wanted them to do.
"Obviously, that's the case."
Lu Mingfei squinted his eyes and looked at the small island in the center of the lake shrouded in gray mist. He could roughly see some living creatures walking around on the island.
"Then shall we take a boat there?"
Chu Zihang turned around and asked Lu Mingfei's opinion.
"Don't go there."
Lu Mingfei raised his Zanpakutō horizontally, brought his left index finger and middle finger together and rubbed them across the blade.
"Farewell, Canxin."
As the words of liberation sounded, the blade instantly turned pitch black and was three feet and two inches long. A black cross hung from the thin rope at the back of the handle.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual pressure formed a black beam of light and was released around Lu Mingfei. The released spiritual pressure formed a strong wind and rushed in all directions!
Lu Mingfei held the Zanpakutō in his right hand. Black mist rose from Zanxin, then the mist began to burn, and finally became liquid and wrapped around the blade.
Seeing this, Chu Zihang retreated, far away from the range of spiritual pressure. With his current body, he could not stay with Lu Mingfei who released the spiritual pressure for a long time.
Swinging the sword straight, the black slash flew far away to the small island in the center of the lake.
Wherever the attack passed, the rippled lake surface was also cut open. At the same time, the length of the slash actually increased in the wind!
Thirty meters, fifty meters, one hundred meters, three hundred meters!
Soon it turned into a sword light hundreds of meters long, slashing hard at the small island shrouded in gray mist.
Different from the previous slashes, this time he slashed with a sword that absorbed the energy in the air as its main component.
The slash delivered in this way is just an ordinary slash at the beginning, but as the distance increases, it becomes stronger and stronger.
The black slash passed by instantly, and at this moment Lu Mingfei heard a scream, which was the sound of a cow braying.
Immediately afterwards, the island began to split into two halves following Lu Mingfei's slash.
Then there seemed to be a riot on the island, and various creatures began to roar.
All he heard were pigs, cows, birds, deer, and dogs.
Seeing this scene, Lu Mingfei sheathed his sword, then suddenly pulled it out and killed him!
In an instant, Lu Mingfei drew his sword nine times. The brilliant sword light flashed in the air, and the nine slashes overlapped and cut the island.
Immediately after the spiritual pressure was restrained, the black flames surged!
The last jet-black slash flew out sideways, reaching the island that had been cut into countless pieces in an instant!
Under the slashing and transpiration of the black flames, the small island in the center of the lake had disappeared, leaving only patches of land mixed with flesh and blood.
"What is he doing!"
Watching Lu Mingfei and the others break through the barrier, the Ninth Cavalry's expression changed instantly.
Originally, he was very happy watching them go through the levels according to his own settings.
According to his idea, after slowly wearing down the physical strength of these people, he can sit firmly in the background and harvest.
In this way, he can easily complete the task assigned to him and bring Lu Mingfei back for bloodline distribution.
But what is the situation now? Doesn’t it mean that under the suppression of the Twelve Trials, except for the setter, all dragon bloodlines will be suppressed?
Why can he chop up the island after being suppressed!
Is he really a mixed-race monarch?
The Ninth Cavalry scratched his head hard, grinding and sucking the fangs that had been mutated due to his high bloodline.
"No, I need to take another look. Although the things on the island are a bit fishy, there is still a big guy at the bottom of the lake."
The fog became heavier and heavier, and the wind direction on the lake suddenly changed. The wind blew from the front. At the same time, the lake began to roll, and huge waves came one after another.
The lake, which seems to have no depth, actually produces huge waves that can only be seen in the sea. It is obvious that the depth of the lake is far greater than what is shown on its surface.
At the same time, something huge was roaring in the wind, like a cow or some kind of ferocious beast. The roar contained powerful majesty.
Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were no strangers to this sound. It was obvious that it was the roar of a dragon.
"So there is a dragon hidden here?" Lu Mingfei put Canxin on his shoulders and looked towards the center.
"So, how many generations are they planted?"
The lake water became more and more boiling, and objects under the water stirred the sand and gravel at the bottom of the lake. A giant dragon slowly stood up in the wild waves.
It had a slender, curved neck and black scales. Its narrow red-gold eyes stared at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. It was visually estimated to be about twenty or thirty meters tall.
Just standing there created a wave of coercion.
"Looks like third generation."
Lu Mingfei judged based on past experience.
"After what happened before, Solomon's Temple actually dared to bring a live dragon!"
Zhou Yun, who had just arrived to replace Zhou Junlan, looked at the standing dragon, her eyes filled with horror.
"What should I do? The Broken Dragon Platform is still over there in the restaurant!"
The next moment, the dragon roared, with a strange rhythm in its roar. It recited ancient poems in dragon language.
Wherever the roar went, the lake water surged, and the air waves visible to the naked eye spread out in all directions with the dragon as the center!
The strong wind blew on the three of them. Zhou Yun's face was full of anxiety, while Chu Zihang's face was expressionless.
"It's a bit contemptuous."
Lu Mingfei commented and stepped forward, slashing into the wind!
The roar of the giant dragon that was still full of pain suddenly disappeared. It looked at the body that was inexplicably getting farther and farther away from itself, and its golden vertical eyes widened.
In an instant, all the fog dissipated, exposing everything in the lake.
"You, are you going to kill it now?"
Seeing Lu Mingfei's understatement, Zhou Yun was a little distracted.
Isn't this the space after being suppressed? Is he really a mixed-blood monarch?
Lord Wa has sworn to himself that at present, it is impossible to have any mixed-blood monarch other than the Far Eastern mixed-race. Even if there is, it is just a poor imitation.
But the mixed-blood monarch will also be suppressed by the special rules of this space, unless he is a real dragon king!
"Zhou Junlan can't come over?" Lu Mingfei turned around and asked.
"Well, after her description, I felt that it was still too dangerous for her outside, so I handed her the Broken Dragon Platform and came over myself."
Zhou Yun stood up straight, clasped her hands in front of the purple cheongsam ribbon, and answered seriously, without speaking in the tone of teasing boys.
"good."
After asking, Lu Mingfei pointed the tip of his knife forward.
"Bingya Zhenglan!"
The wave of ice erupted like a tsunami, and this cold wave surged over the lake.
In just a few moments, the entire lake was frozen.
"Let's go."
Lu Mingfei signaled.
Step onto the ice and pick up various statues, including a three-headed vicious dog and a nine-headed snake.
According to legend, this should be the three-headed dog of Hell and Hydra.
There were six such wood carvings in total. Lu Mingfei gave a few to the other two people and put the rest in his pocket.
The Ninth Cavalryman who was monitoring on the other side was angrily smashing the wall next to him.
That dead dragon was his mount!
At the same time, there was still a trace of panic in his heart.
"Can my arrangement really block Lu Mingfei and the others?"
No, you can't think so much. There used to be a man named Dong Fu in China who raised dragons for Emperor Shun. He was a similar dragon controller in the Solomon Temple, and he was also a knight in the number.
A numbered knight like myself is far from comparable to the loser in the last action!
(End of chapter)
