Dragon Clan: The Tyrant Lu Mingfei Comes Again

"Brother, why did you apologize? Do you want to be like those boring TV dramas, where the elder brother does something very excessive to the younger brother, but in the end, as long as the elder brother apologizes to the younger brother, no matter how much hatred the younger brother has in his heart, he will let it go like Buddha, and then the elder brother and the younger brother will be close again from then on."

"Hahaha...."

Fengjian Liuli laughed like crazy, mocking Yuan Zhisheng's apology.

"This is a cruel reality, not a movie plot. No one will let go of hatred just because of an apology. Brother, do you need me to teach you this?"

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head. He did not show any emotional fluctuations because of his brother Yuan Zhinu's ridicule.

"No, I never thought about it this way. Wounds can heal, but scars will always remain. I understand all of this, but I still want to say sorry to you."

"This is my apology to my brother. As a brother, not only did I fail to protect him, but I killed him with my own hands. I am not a competent brother."

Yuan Zhisheng placed his hand on the handle of the Spider Cut knife and slowly pulled out the cold blade. The blade and the scabbard made a slight friction sound, which was heard clearly by both of them with the wind.

"But if it happened again, I would still make the same choice. I would still stab the knife into your heart and kill my brother without any hesitation."

"This is what a brother is like! This is the decision my cold-blooded brother would make. After all, this is what is called sacrificing everything for justice!"

Fengjian Liuli suddenly interrupted Yuan Zhisheng's words. The sarcastic smile on his face was no longer there, and his voice was very excited, but the expression on his face inexplicably revealed a hint of sadness that he was not even aware of.

At this time, Fengjian Liuli's hand also touched the hilt of his long sword. The cherry-red long sword slowly slid upwards in his hand, and slowly moved away from the scabbard that suppressed killing in the collision with the scabbard.

Neither of them spoke again. The only sound in the cool wind was the collision of the blade and the scabbard. Neither of them was in a hurry to draw their swords. They did not seem like swordsmen dueling each other. Instead, they looked like sellers demonstrating their knives, showing off the sharp blades in their hands to each other.

At a certain moment, the figures of both parties turned into afterimages. The scabbards still remained in place, but they and the swords had already left their original places and slashed at each other fiercely and quickly.

The silver-white blade and the cherry-red blade continued to clash in the air. The sword light that the swordsmen had pursued all their lives could be seen everywhere in this duel. The swords of both sides slashed at each other while defending against the sword light of the other side.

Sparks as violent as wild beasts kept appearing in the air, illuminating the eyes of the two brothers. One was as bloodthirsty as a devil, and the other was as calm as a Buddha.

Although they are brothers, they are like enemies at this moment. No one holds back. Every strike of their sword is aimed at the opponent's fatal point, while at the same time blocking the opponent's strike at their own fatal point.

This is a life-and-death battle between brothers, and also a life-and-death battle between the emperor and the ghost. The sword light is as brilliant as the bright galaxy, and the sound of the collision between the blades is as continuous as the waves.

"Brother, why isn't your knife as sharp as it was back then? Why hasn't it pierced my heart yet? I can't wait any longer!"

In another collision, Fengjian Liuli added a little more strength to suppress Yuan Zhisheng, and his face suddenly stretched forward, as if it would touch Yuan Zhisheng's face in the next moment.

The next moment, Yuan Zhisheng also increased his strength and pushed Fengjian Liuli, who had been suppressing him, back two steps. His blood-stained golden eyes were burning with scorching flames.

"I will, but this time, I won't let you go alone."

Chapter 2: The battle between the elder brother and the younger brother ()

Both of them were pouring unparalleled strength into the knives in their hands, trying to completely suppress the other.

Even though the precious alchemical knives in their hands began to wail under this power, as if they would break at the next moment.

In an instant, Gen Chisei and Kazama Ruri retracted their strength at the same time, and their bodies tilted backwards. Then they stomped their feet heavily on the ground. The powerful reaction force supported the two of them to retreat rapidly in opposite directions.

"Brother, don't you want to send me to hell? Why don't you stab my heart with your knife? Don't you want to, my strongest brother?"

The cherry-red sword in Fengjian Liuli's hand was stained with some thick blood plasma, which was the trophy he got from Yuan Zhisheng in the previous battle.

The Spider Blade in Yuan Zhisheng's hand hung down naturally, and a few drops of bright red blood passed through the cold blade and then dripped onto the soil under his feet.

They were all injured in the recent battle. Amid the complicated swordplay, even the emperor and the ghost could not escape unscathed.

"So you got your spoils from me, brother. But next time, if you don't stab me in the heart, my sword won't be polite."

A sonic boom came from where Fengjian Liuli was standing, but before the sound reached Yuan Zhisheng's ears, the long sword in Fengjian Liuli's hand had already attacked Yuan Zhisheng's neck.

The cherry-red long sword drew a sad dance in the air, just like the sky full of cherry blossoms falling from a cherry tree, so sad and beautiful, yet filled with extreme murderous intent.

"Word spirit, royal power."

Yuan Zhisheng decisively used the Word Spirit, and dozens of times the gravity suddenly descended on everything around him, slowing down the ghostly Fengjian Liuli, giving Yuan Zhisheng a chance to dodge.

The dragon blood in Yuan Zhisheng's body surged, and the blood red in his pupils became even brighter. He squatted down and turned around to slash with a knife in a split second.

While dodging Genji's long sword, he also launched his own counterattack, and the Spider Cut mercilessly slashed towards Kazama Ruri's waist.

Given the sharpness of the Spider Cutter's alchemical knife, if it hits, even with Fengjian Liuli's physical strength, she will be easily cut into two pieces.

But after a brief delay, Fengjian Liuli's golden eyes became brighter, and her body suddenly returned to its original speed. She twisted her body in mid-air and changed her posture in a way that humans could never imagine.

The sharp spider blade followed the original trajectory, but did not leave a trace of blood, it only cut off a piece of cloth around Fengjian Liuli's waist.

When Fengjian Liuli dodged Yuan Zhisheng's fierce attack, the offensive and defensive momentum became easier at this moment. The cherry-red long sword quietly shifted from the right hand to the left hand while Fengjian Liuli was spinning in the air.

This time, Fengjian Liuli did not choose to slash, but instead held the long sword in her left hand and used it as a dagger to stab into the chest of Yuan Zhisheng who was close at hand.

The situation at this moment has become a dead end for Yuan Zhisheng. At this distance, he cannot avoid Fengjian Liuli's swift attack.

Moreover, the inertia of the Spider Sword he just swung also made it impossible for him to retract the Spider Sword in time to block the long knife that was stabbing at him.

It seemed that Gen Chisheng had no other choice at this moment except to wait for Fengjian Liuli to dig out his heart.

But in the next moment, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly raised his right leg, and the famous sword that was attached to his right waist and had not yet been unsheathed flew upwards due to the inertia of his raised leg. The sharp blade, shining with a jet-black color, was unsheathed at this moment, and the thin blade blocked the sword that was close at hand.

It couldn't completely block Kazama Ruri's cherry-red long sword, but as long as it blocked it for a moment, Gen Chisei would have room to react, and the Spider Cut in his hand would also return to defense at this time.

However, Spider Cut did not turn around to block the cherry-red long sword. Instead, he gave up defense and attacked directly towards Kazama Ruri's neck.

"Brother, do you want to play a game of bravery with me? Come on, let's see who is the ghost or the emperor who is timid first."

Fengjian Liuli also did not choose to defend. After a moment's delay, the cherry-red blade in his hand stabbed in the original direction again, vowing to gouge out his brother's heart.

Two sharp blades that were powerful enough to cut through anything in the world touched the flesh and blood of both parties at the same time. Two clusters of blood suddenly burst out, and then the two men retreated again at the same time.

After retreating more than ten meters, Yuan Zhisheng half-knelt on the ground, inserted the spider into the soft soil with his right hand to support his body, and his left hand was on his chest.

There was a ten-centimeter-deep wound left by the cherry-red blade stabbed by Fengjian Liuli, and bright red blood kept flowing down from the gap between the fingertips of Yuan Zhisheng's left hand.

This was a serious injury for Yuan Zhisheng, but not a fatal one. At the last moment, he forced his body to move so that the sharp blade did not pierce his heart, but instead pierced into his chest by brushing the edge of his heart.

Fengjian Liuli, who also retreated more than ten meters, did not half-kneel on the ground like Yuan Zhisheng, but this did not mean that the damage left to him by Yuan Zhisheng was not great. The knife of Spider Cut was cut towards his neck.

But at that moment he also forced himself to twist his body, allowing Ben's fatal knife to cut the clavicle beside his neck. The wound, more than ten centimeters long, spanned the entire shoulder, and thick blood continued to flow out of the wound.

All the clothes on that side were soaked in blood.

"Brother, we are not brave. We all fled back at the last moment. We were all afraid of the impending death."

Although the wound on the shoulder was still oozing blood, Fengjian Liuli's expression was still so calm, as if she was saying something like "today's words are very beautiful."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and looked at his calm brother, but it didn't seem like he was looking at his brother. Instead, he was looking at the evil ghost hidden in his brother's body.

Aren't they all brave?

Not really. He believed that Fengjian Liuli was just like him, and both were determined to kill the other even at the cost of their own lives. But at that moment just now, neither of them was absolutely sure that they could kill the other.

In a battle without fear of life or death, no one is afraid of death. The only thing they are afraid of is that their own death will not bring about the death of their opponent.

Gen Chisei has already put all his cards on the table, including his Word Spirit Kingship, but to Fengjian Liuli in front of him, the kingship is as if it does not exist to him.

"Brother, you want to know what kind of words I, as an extremely evil demon, have."

Fengjian Liuli was like an evil ghost who could see through the soul and accurately expressed what was in Yuan Zhisheng's mind.

"Then I will show you, brother, the words of the devil."

Chapter 3: The battle between the elder brother and the younger brother ()

Gen Chisei was extremely wary of what Kazama Ruri said.

In a battle between hybrids, physical strength and fighting techniques might give them an advantage, but only the Word Spirit can have the final say in the outcome of the battle.

"Don't worry, brother. My words are actually very weak. Compared to your kingship, my words are more like a small toy."

"It's just that this little toy has a special effect on my brother. It's just like the games we played when we were little. I always have a special effect on my brother."

Fengjian Liuli began to sing softly. This was the dragon language that humans and hybrids could not understand. The ancient and profound language jumped in the air with the wind, and the beautiful melody turned into notes that surrounded Fengjian Liuli.

In Yuan Zhisheng's perception, this was not a word full of murderous intent, but a song as cool and ethereal as a mountain stream.

This is what Yuan Zhisheng told him in his heart, but his body responded quickly and correctly. The Spider-Kiri and Doji-Kiri, which were glowing with cold light, had already approached Fengjian Ruri the moment the song sounded.

The blade light was like a loud white thunder, drawing a long silver-white line in the air. The sharp force of the blade made Fengjian Liuli feel a slight pain in his skin.

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Although he didn't know what the words of Kazama Ruri were, Gen Chisei was certain that Kazama Ruri definitely did not sing this song for no reason. This song must be related to the words of Kazama Ruri.

In that case, he only needs to do one thing now, and that is to interrupt Fengjian Liuli's song.

No matter what kind of words a hybrid has, if it cannot be released in battle, it is equivalent to the hybrid not having any words.

Looking at the gradually approaching blade, there was no surprise in Fengjian Liuli's eyes. This was how mixed-bloods fought, seizing every flaw and then delivering a fatal blow to the opponent.

In this regard, his brother did a great job, probably because he had an excellent teacher.

But he is not bad either. Under his father's ruthless punch last time, he also gained valuable combat experience, how to avoid the opponent's attack while releasing the word spirit.

Fengjian Liuli tapped her toes lightly and moved her body backward several meters. The chanting in her mouth continued steadily, and Yuan Zhisheng's blade still followed Fengjian Liuli like a shadow, vowing to interrupt the release of her words.

"Royal power, thirty times gravity."

Yuan Zhisheng's golden pupils shone like the scorching sun at noon, and his eyeballs turned blood red in an instant, and the power of the dragon blood in his body was madly drawn away.

The originally graceful figure of Fengjian Liuli suddenly stopped in place under the sudden increase in gravity, just like a game boss frozen in time by the player in a stand-alone game, who could only watch the player's butcher knife slowly fall towards him.

The two sharp blades then pierced into both sides of Kazama Ruri's chest, but when Yuan Zhisheng wanted to pierce Kazama Ruri with the two blades, Kazama Ruri actually smiled.

Because his chanting had ended, an invisible area unfolded from his side and spread rapidly to the surroundings at a speed that neither of them could react to.

"Brother, I wish you a good dream."

Fengjian Liuli smiled and said goodbye to her brother for the last time. Then she shattered like a phantom in front of Yuan Zhisheng and turned into countless blue butterflies flying into the air.

The surrounding scene was also changing rapidly. Fengjian Liuli, who was right in front of him, was disappearing, and the two alchemical knives in Yuan Zhisheng's hands were also disappearing. Everything in the world disappeared in this instant and then was reconstructed.

The smell of blood that was clearly audible just now also faded at this moment, and the fresh fragrance of soil occupied Yuan Zhisheng's sense of smell at this moment.

Yuan Zhisheng still maintained the posture of stabbing the blade into Fengjian Liuli's chest, but the difference was that the famous sword in his hand had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the air still lingering in his hand.

The originally bright sky suddenly turned dark at this moment. The Kadori Shrine was perched in the distance under the pitch-black night sky, and the rain kept falling like the sad love rain in the movie.

The misty rain and fog submerged the entire town, like a soft veil covering the entire town, making it look so blurry.

Yuan Zhisheng looked at his chest. In the previous battle, there was a ten-centimeter-long wound there caused by Fengjian Liuli's sword. Although it was not fatal to him, it was still an extremely serious injury.

But at this moment, the wound disappeared, and the chest seemed to have never been injured. Yuan Zhisheng covered the wound with his left hand, and did not feel any pain.