Chapter 601: A Knife Across the Year
Chapter 601: A Knife Across the Year
The stirred sea water hindered Han Qiu's control over the blade, and it was gradually swept into the whirlpool, spinning continuously against Han Qiu's body.
"Leviathan, what are you most proud of? Your recovery ability? In fact, I don't think highly of your recovery ability at all." Han Qiu opened his hands calmly and let Leviathan do his best.
"Your arrogance reminds me of someone." Leviathan swung at him with its spiked tail.
Han Qiu didn't hide either. Even if he wanted to hide, he couldn't. It was true that he had mastered the power, and it was also true that his body couldn't keep up because he hadn't transformed into a dragon. But he was not arrogant. He simply wanted to have some fun.
Enjoying the pain of the spikes piercing my chest.
It hurts, but that's all.
"Who?" Han Qiu reached out and grabbed Leviathan's tail. In an instant, his entire face was covered with scales.
Leviathan felt the power coming from the tail and witnessed Han Qiu's terrifying smile with his own eyes.
With this smile, the wound on his chest began to heal, and the bloody hole was blocked by new flesh and blood.
"You should have hit my heart, or I might even die. My recovery ability is better than yours, right? False King of Ocean and Water, so what even if this is your home court? You can rely on sea water to repair yourself, and so can I." Han Qiu finally moved.
As Leviathan was completely captured, the vortex stopped.
"Let me ask you, who is that guy?" Han Qiu stretched out membrane wings from his back.
Golden, the scales are golden, and the membrane wings also shine with golden light.
It looks like a statue made of pure gold.
"What kind of monster are you..." Leviathan tried every means to break free from Han Qiu's restraints.
The dragon body that he was so proud of was restrained by a young boy who had transformed into a dragon, whether in terms of strength, speed, or recovery ability.
This completely subverts the rules, the rules that Leviathan understands.
"I'm asking you a question!" Han Qiu roared and rushed out of the sea.
The blade still accompanies him, it is the weapon of everyone, shining like stars under the shining of the "blazing sun".
The Leviathan in his hand was huge, like a vast expanse of mountains.
"Nidhogg! Nidhogg!" Leviathan was even more terrified when it came out of the water.
Screw the king’s arrogance, nothing else matters.
"Is it worthy of being compared with me?" Han Qiu was very dissatisfied with this answer. "Go on, why did you kill so many people in the Greenland Sea?"
How shameful it is for the king of the ocean and water to be held by the tail and swung around in the air by others.
It wasn't just the people on the icebreaker who were surprised, Susie, Yuan Zhisheng, Yuan Zhinu and others were also surprised.
Finkel and Lu Mingfei were equally dumbfounded.
“Oh my god…” Lu Mingfei exclaimed: “This guy is so cruel.”
"Are all duels between dragons so outrageous?" asked Finkel.
No need to say more about who was asked, Xia Mi took the initiative to answer: "No, he is the only one who likes to fight in a disorganized way."
The world in Leviathan's eyes was spinning. "They are the ones who broke into my territory! Those ants were disrespectful to me! You are a dragon, are you helping them to avenge themselves?"
"Not really. I just think it's fun." Han Qiu swung Leviathan in a circle and threw it heavily towards the island.
Before Leviathan had time to crawl to the beach, countless weapons fell down.
It penetrated the membrane wings, nailed the blue claws, and pierced into the eyes.
His howls shattered the ice for dozens of miles, and even the island sank a little.
Fingle and the others were still standing on the ice, and the sudden break put them in danger of drowning.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Lu Mingfei grabbed the broken ice, “Xia Mi, take me flying, this water is very cold!”
"In a panic." Finkel began to float upwards in front of Lu Mingfei.
"Oh my god, what's going on?" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. "When will you be able to fly?"
"Under your feet." Chu Zihang was also slowly moving upwards.
Lu Mingfei felt something close to his feet, dragging him upwards in the sea water.
He looked down and saw an ordinary military knife.
"This guy..." Finkel's eyes fell on Han Qiu, who was circling Leviathan with his membrane wings spread.
"I'm a little unsteady on my feet." Lu Mingfei swayed to prevent himself from falling. "This guy didn't tell us earlier that he would go to the island. He made us run back and forth."
"It's also a blessing from you young people to try something new." Chu Tianjiao simply sat down. Dao would take him to where he should go anyway.
Look, Christina was being taken towards the icebreaker, while the others were heading towards the island.
“Don’t you want her to join in the fun?” Lu Mingfei sat down imitating Chu Tianjiao’s posture.
Unfortunately, the saber is too small, so I can’t sit on it and can only squat.
After circling for a while, Han Qiu slowly folded his membrane wings and landed on the ground, still looking like a young boy.
He walked up to Leviathan and patted the panting nostrils with his hand.
"If you want to kill me, just do it directly..." Leviathan lost everything, his eyes, his dignity, and his ocean.
Although we can’t see the ocean, at least we can hear the sound of waves hitting the beach, which is so pleasant.
"I thought I could avoid everything by hiding peacefully until the end of Ragnarok." Leviathan's breathing was very unstable, and the blood from the wound gushed out more severely because of his trembling. "I have been wary of them all my life, but I didn't expect a monster like you to appear."
"They? Do you mean other kings?" Han Qiu asked, "For example, Jörmungandr."
"Is she worthy? If it weren't for you, she would never dare to set foot in my territory, let alone here." Leviathan couldn't see Xia Mi, but could feel that breath.
An aura that made him disgusted and jealous.
"She's here again? She's so despicable and weak, yet she actually found a non-dragon guy to help her." Leviathan smiled disdainfully: "I'm defeated by you, because you are strong enough."
Han Qiu was too lazy to listen to this guy's chatter, so he turned around and looked at Lu Mingfei and others who were flying over on swords.
Lu Mingfei’s posture... why does it look so much like squatting?
"Lao Lu, are you here to take a shit?" Han Qiu asked directly.
“Damn it!” Lu Mingfei stood up unhappily and fell off the saber.
Fortunately, it’s not high, at most the posture of falling down is not very good-looking.
Han Qiu stroked his forehead and tried to hold back his smile.
A gust of wind blew past him. He didn't need to open his eyes, it could only be Fingle.
As Chu Tianjiao just landed, Finkel reached out and pulled out his Murasame.
"Uncle, lend me your knife." The calm tone was in stark contrast to the anger inside.
The journey was like a dream, and the girl was frozen in the dream.
Unable to hold her hand, the past becomes a dim photo.
Murasame suddenly turned black as he swung the sword, his face expressionless.
The knife was neither fast nor slow, spanning ten years.
He is the only one who knows how he spent these ten years.
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