Lu Hen Ge is even more bloodthirsty than Song Kuang.
Song Kuang could refrain from fighting with others for hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years for the sake of the Song family.
But Lu Hen Ge could only endure it for five years at most.
"Don't make the same mistake as Song Kuang."
Song Mingdao reminded.
Lu Hen Ge understood in his heart.
What Song Mingdao was talking about was not Song Kuang's reckless behavior that only cared about his own pleasure, but Song Kuang's foolish idea of not using his full strength and holding back.
Now that we have decided to take action, we cannot hold back.
"Isn't it exciting?"
Lu Hen Ge asked back.
A moment later.
Song Mingdao suppressed his trembling excitement and said, "It's really exciting, let's have a good time."
Hearing this.
Lu Hen Ge narrowed his eyes.
The temperature around was very low, so low that people felt uncomfortable and the air they exhaled was white, but Lu Hen Ge's body was abnormally excited and passionate.
The surging qi and blood showed no sign of stopping.
boom!
A dragon roar!
Dense dragon scales appeared on Lu Hen Ge's body surface, and then a giant golden dragon emerged from the dragon scales and hovered above Lu Hen Ge's head.
This golden dragon is so real that it seems to be alive.
The crimson dragon eyes stared at Song Ke not far away. The temperature around him began to rise suddenly, melting countless ice crystals and snowflakes.
Dragon blood is injected into the ancient sword.
The blade of the ancient sword began to stretch.
Just a few breaths.
The ancient sword turned into a three-meter-long knife.
It is not quite appropriate to call this ancient sword a sword.
That’s not all.
A ferocious dragon head appeared on the hilt of the ancient sword.
Strictly speaking, the ancient sword turned into a guillotine, a dragon-headed guillotine.
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