Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei Returns from the New Three Kingdoms

Chapter 185 The King's Flame Burns Through the Storm

Lu Ming is not him!!!

It's nothing serious.

In that instant, he activated the Ten Thousand Grains Nourishing Battle Technique.

Or you could say it was activated by the Ruthless Sword Technique.

In short, the sudden surge in his stats allowed him to survive the desperate attack.

Just kidding, Guan Yu's strike was more than ten times, even dozens of times, or even a hundred times stronger than this!

Well, Lu Mingfei's mind was already a bit foggy from using the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique for too long.

In short, Guan Yu had already taken the hit, so this one wasn't a big deal at all.

He was just testing the cheat his second brother had given him; under normal circumstances, he could have easily survived it.

Of course, he was also injured.

My ribs are broken.

The skin and flesh rolled up.

That's all.

Moreover, the recovery was extremely fast; he didn't even need to command his body, and it probably healed in a few seconds. The cheat code his second brother gave him was really good; it was so comprehensive.

Lu Mingfei reached into the ground and plowed for about ten meters before standing on the ground.

Then! He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Of course, this wasn't because he had suffered some kind of causal shock and was about to die; it was simply because he saw Chu Zihang coming over.

Then he instantly came up with a brilliant idea.

They also used a feigned grievance to trick Odin.

A flash of silver light.

Jiaoyue rushed over with Chu Zihang.

The bright moon shone straight, as straight as a silver arrow, carrying an urgency that seemed unlike anything man-made.

It slowed down only when it got very close.

I was very careful with the weight loss.

It's like knowing the ground here is cracked beyond repair, like knowing that the person lying ahead is there, and that any unnecessary bumps or jolting won't hurt.

That could possibly shake him to pieces.

The bright moon stopped.

It stopped very smoothly.

It turned its head and glanced at Lu Mingfei.

That glance was very short.

Its eyes met Lu Mingfei's in mid-air, and then it gradually understood everything.

So it does nothing.

He simply put Chu Zihang down.

But Chu Zihang didn't have the keen eyesight to see that Lu Mingfei was completely unharmed.

He practically tumbled and crawled over to her.

They were caught off guard and made a mess of things.

He looked as disheveled as someone who had finally spotted something to grasp in the rainy night.

He opened his mouth.

I almost forced the word "father" out through my teeth again.

But he saw it clearly.

Lu Mingfei lay in the puddles, his clothes torn, blood spreading in patches from the rain, though not much.

The golden eyes were still shining, but the light was somewhat diffuse, as if someone was forcing themselves not to close their eyes.

That wasn't Chu Tianjiao's outline, nor was it his image.

It was just Lu Mingfei.

The other person looked so young, just a nineteen-year-old boy.

He just lost control of his emotions and mistook the man for his father.

Chu Zihang's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly.

The tangled energy in his chest suddenly exploded.

A multitude of emotions swirled together, making his eyes burn and his voice hoarse.

It was as if too many emotions were stuck in his throat, preventing him from speaking.

But seeing Lu Mingfei's expression, he spoke up.

"How are you?"

With restraint.

Lu Mingfei coughed twice.

Unfortunately, he recovered too quickly and could no longer cough up blood.

He had to try a different approach, so he raised his hand as if to pretend nothing was wrong.

He lifted it halfway and put it down again, then simply lay it down and laughed in a rather unpleasant tone.

"It's nothing serious."

This is the truth.

But it didn't seem like it in Chu Zihang's eyes.

He hadn't shut down the Hate Heaven Sword Technique yet, and his emotions prevented him from noticing these details.

But he only felt that Lu Mingfei was putting on a brave face.

That's easy for you to say.

It was as if the person who had just flown out wasn't the other party.

Chu Zihang wanted to say something more, but now was clearly not the time for chatting.

Lu Mingfei modified Odin's warhorse, and the forced burst of Tianyi's power just now made the opponent arrive very slowly.

But it's not the time for them to chat.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the fog.

Odin was riding his warhorse step by step, the horse's hooves pounding the ground in sync with their heartbeats.

It brought with it an extremely strong sense of pressure.

However, Lu Mingfei could see that it was all show and no substance.

He turned to look at Chu Zihang, observing the other's expression.

I couldn't help but sigh.

The other party's father seems a bit irresponsible.

So be it.

He spoke slowly.

Trust me, I will get you out of here.

Chu Zihang stared wide-eyed, but simply nodded.

Lu Mingfei didn't look well; he had just suffered such a serious injury, but he believed whatever the other party said.

"But I'm injured, so my next move will be a finishing blow, and I'll have to rely on you."

Lu Mingfei stood up, leaned close to the other person's ear, and whispered something.

"Listen carefully, when the time comes, don't be too far from me, nor too close. But when I say kill, rush forward and use your strongest methods. I will pave the way for you, but my life is also in your hands."

Chu Zihang nodded emphatically.

Lu Mingfei pushed himself up from the ground, mounted his horse, held his halberd, and stared straight at the wounded Odin. Despite having just been injured, he stood tall and proud, as if nothing had happened.

It was for him!

Hatred surged in Chu Zihang's eyes.

It surged even more fiercely than before.

The instant that hatred surged up, he felt his strength increase, as if another layer of iron had been stuffed into his bones, as if the hilt of a knife was burning hot in his hand.

He thought it was the power of the Heaven-Hating Sword Technique.

But Lu Mingfei also sensed it.

That growing stronger feeling was familiar; it made him want to call it an old friend, but he also felt like cursing at it.

Because a desperate army is bound to win.

Now the card has fallen on them.

Lu Mingfei raised his hand to brace himself and mounted his horse.

The bright moon cried out.

Its silvery-white body trembled in the rain, then accelerated in the next instant, its silvery light skimming the ground.

Lu Mingfei held a halberd in his hand, with the tip pointing forward.

He charged straight at Odin like a spear.

Having grasped the will of Heaven, Odin was much more proactive than before, raising his spear to meet the attack.

There's no need to hesitate; he's now in a desperate situation.

An army driven by desperation is bound to win.

This move will seal you down!

The spear tip pierced out, and the black mist swooped down like a dragon, tearing the air with a shrill whistle and dispersing the water on the bridge surface.

But Lu Mingfei simply tilted his head and dodged the attack.

They dodged what should have been a fateful attack.

Odin's eyes widened, but all he saw was Lu Mingfei gripping Gungnir so tightly that he was even trying to crack the gun!

Damn, this is genuine!!! It'll be gone if you crush it!

He wanted to pull back, but he couldn't.

He could only watch as the spear stretched across his and Lu Mingfei's hands, like a narrow, precarious bridge.

Lu Mingfei looked at him and smiled slyly.

The halberd in his hand transformed back into a longsword, and a flash of cold light swept across the room.

Blood spurted out, and the horse's head flew off.

The eight-legged steed's roar abruptly ceased; it simply collapsed, and in that instant, the mist lost its support, as if it had been sucked away from beneath.

The fulcrum tumbled and scrambled for a moment.

Odin's center of gravity was abruptly pulled off balance.

He leaned off the horse, but was unable to move because Lu Mingfei was holding the spear tightly.

Lu Mingfei still wore that same smile, a sly one.

His laughter made him realize something.

He realized that this was someone he had never taken seriously from the beginning.

Lightning flashed across the overpass during the storm.

It illuminated the heavens and the earth!

The image of the person he was looking at was incredibly clear in the photograph!

Chu Zihang!

Standing on the long spear that acts as a bridge between him and Lu Mingfei!

His eyes burned with a hatred that flowed like magma; he thrust his legs forward, and the long sword in his hand was piercing through!

The blade was aimed straight at Odin's single eye!

This strike carried a long-dormant hatred!

This strike was a gamble by Lu Mingfei that he could pull it off!

So he can do it!!!

The moment the blade pierced Odin's skull, Chu Zihang's golden eyes seemed to ignite.

Fire erupted from his chest, causing him to let out a long-suppressed roar of hatred that finally burst forth.

"Jun Yan!!!!"

Flames swept across the entire viaduct.

The rainwater couldn't suppress it in time; instead, it was instantly evaporated into white mist, which shot into the sky.

But the next second, the mist was also burned and churned as if screaming, then rolled away.

Flames shot into the sky.

Rushing into the thick clouds and rain of the Nibelungen.

Even the clouds were burned open.

The gap allowed moonlight to shine through, illuminating Chu Zihang.

Let time, which had stopped flowing in this Nibelungen, begin to flow again.

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