Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 86 Dragon Corpse (please order first)

The giant blue and white dragon finally fell powerlessly on the already broken and messy ground.

The black dragon's blood spreading like hell is like high-purity sulfuric acid, constantly corroding the black rocky ground. The area where it flows is like a boiling river, with white steam rising upwards.

In the center of the vast white air flow was the huge dragon corpse that still had flesh and blood remaining, trembling instinctively.

"Oh!"

A golden stream of light fell from the sky calmly, and Long Kui, whose body was wrapped in red scales, landed quietly on the dragon's head, his eyes looking at the heart of the dragon corpse without any disturbance.

Finally, he slowly stretched out a hand, which instantly turned into iron blue, and thrust it in resolutely!

"Pfft!"

Blood flowers suddenly burst out from Bai Long's chest, and the thick black and red dragon blood spread evenly over Long Kui's body like a pouring rain.

The black dragon scales on his chest suddenly swelled, as if longing for something.

But Long Kui frowned. He was not interested in the poisonous dragon blood at all.

The water flow magic was quietly activated, and the blood flowers soaring into the sky were instantly gathered into a ball of blood and water, and scattered straight towards the back!

"Wow--"

The sticky dragon's blood sizzled on the solid rock soil, and the temperature in the air that had finally recovered became hot again.

The ground that had been scalded by dragon's blood was like heated pig iron, exuding high temperature and high brightness.

The young man stood on the dragon's head, holding the dragon heart beating with cyan arcs in his hand. Huge dragon corpses piled up below, with pale dragon wings and broken dragon claws scattered feebly around.

What a perfect dragon-slaying battlefield.

This was Tachibana Masamune's only thought after he came to the mountains of Osaka again and saw that hell-like scroll.

Rows of executive bureau members dressed in black windbreakers and carrying exaggerated heavy weapons slowly spread out in a circular circle.

The shocking picture in the center is reflected in everyone's retinas, and I'm afraid they will never forget it in this life.

Everyone in the Executive Bureau looked at the huge corpse in the middle with bloodless faces. Even if it was just a dead dragon, the heart-stopping coercion was still deeply imprinted in their minds.

Everyone can only watch from a distance, but if they take a step closer, the pressure is enough to suffocate them!

"Long Kuijun..."

Mr. Masamune stood in the distance, looking at Long Kui standing on top of the dragon corpse. His lips moved slightly, and a complicated meaning flashed in his eyes. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly shouted.

After Long Kui heard the sound coming from far away, he put away the beating blue thunder dragon heart in his hand, and then couldn't help but look back.

I saw the gray-haired old man surrounded by a group of men in black, looking at him cautiously and cautiously.

Long Kui jumped off the dragon corpse. Tachibana Masamune's eyelids couldn't help but twitch after seeing such a casual scene.

Then the old man's eyes couldn't help but look at the dragon corpse below. Even he, a veteran soldier, couldn't help but shudder at the broken picture.

The roots of dragon wings and claws were neatly chopped off, extending in a straight line from the spine. The charred cross-section was broken from bone to bone and flesh to meat.

The incisions of the dragon corpse were scorched black everywhere, and even people standing far away could not help but feel the hot breath emanating from it. It looks cooked.

"Is something wrong?" Long Kui calmly took over the brand new clothes from a respectful man in black.

The black shirt he was wearing had turned to ashes in the previous fight.

Even the pants underneath were in tatters.

"Is this... your masterpiece?" Although Tachibana Masamune had already guessed the result, he couldn't help but ask.

Because in his subconscious, he still couldn't believe this fact.

Can anyone really kill a giant dragon single-handedly?

But the scene at this moment made Tachibana Masamune unable to believe it. A huge dragon corpse was placed in front of him casually like a piece of pork that had been chopped into pieces.

The shocking sight directly impacted the old man’s decades-long inherent worldview!
"It's a bit tricky. It's a good trial subject." Long Kui took off his tattered clothes and put on the brand new black windbreaker.

Just...a little tricky?
The corner of Tachibana Masamune's mouth couldn't help but twitch. The blue and white giant dragon in front of him was obviously a second generation.

This kind of dragon clan, second only to the Dragon King, is just a little troublesome in the eyes of this young man?
Where did the secret party dig up this monster from?

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Ju Zhengzong took a deep breath, and then pretended to be calm and asked:
"Mr. Long Kui, what are you going to do with this dragon corpse?"

Long Kui put on his clothes, patted the dust that fell on his shoulders, and responded casually:
"Let's leave it here for now. I'll contact the college later and someone will come and drag it away."

After Tachibana Masamune heard this, the usually calm old man showed a rare hint of eagerness on his face. He walked up to him and said slowly and solemnly:
"It doesn't have to be so troublesome. Our Japanese branch can do such a small thing."

Long Kui raised his eyes and glanced at the gray-haired old man. He instantly saw through the other person's thoughts and couldn't help but chuckle:
"Mr. Masamune, just say what you want. There is no need to beat around the bush."

After the other party saw through his thoughts, Tachibana Masamune felt a little embarrassed.

But being the consummate politician he is, he quickly re-entered the role.

I saw Mr. Masamune taking a step back slightly, then bending slightly, bowing solemnly and solemnly in the direction of Long Kui, accompanied by the old man's extremely sincere words of pleading:
"I would like to ask Mr. Long Kui to sell this dragon corpse to our Sheqi family. You can pay whatever you want."

After hearing this sentence, Long Kui's brown pupils showed no emotion. Although the old man's attitude seemed very sincere, who knew whether this was an outstanding performance by an outstanding careerist?

In the end, he ignored the other party, just waved his hand, turned around and disappeared into the night...

After a while, Tachibana Masamune stood up slowly. He looked at the retreating figure, as if he had aged many times, and his originally clear pupils could not help but become a little cloudy.

At this time, a man in black walked to him silently and said respectfully:

"Master, do we want this dragon corpse..."

This one made a swallowing gesture.

Tachibana Masamune just glanced at him lightly, and finally said indifferently:
"Do you think you could snatch a sheep from a ferocious tiger?"

"Stop doing stupid things. Just do what Mr. Long Kui said and seal this place until..."

"Someone is coming from the headquarters."

(End of this chapter)