We Live in Dragon’s Peak

Fake?

My dragon sword dance...?

"Elnea!"

Mistral has plummeted from near the ceiling, as it punches the gap between me and Mr. Irie, who stopped moving.

The tip of the single-handed stick glows blue and white, and the dragon air between the digits is condensed.

Mr. Irie waves the Dragon Feng Sword without precipitation.

Crossing one-handed sticks and dragon feng sword.

Sharp clash noises and sparks scatter.

Mistral tried to bring it into a series of strikes he was good at. However, it was recirculated with Mr. Irie's skillful swordsmanship and, conversely, turned to defense.

"With Uffi."

"Nina's"

"" Dragon Sword Strike!

The dragon art of Yufi and Nina, who were smelling dragon air on the wall, is completed.

Unlike dragon spear rambling, countless swords moulded with dragon qi struck Mr. Irie with directivity.

Mistral aligns himself with Yufi and Nina's movements, wings flapping and leaving.

Mr. Irie intercepts the impending dragon sword directly from the front, without breaking his smile.

He wields and kicks with a movement flowing through the two dragon feng swords. Anything that cannot be played is avoided with graceful body twitching.

Mr. Irie's movements, body swordsmanship, swordsmanship. That was exactly the dragon sword dance I had learned from Old Sleighsta.

"... Mr. Ernea"

"Dear Ernea,"

Luiseine and Lyla, who were in shape, had their anxious eyes pointed at me.

"Guys..."

I can't stop shivering sword tips.

"Please. I want this fight to be mine alone."

... fake?

Because I'm not Mr. Irie's apprentice, and I'm not your rightful successor?

Focus your consciousness on the tip of the sword that sways in small pieces with uncontrollable anger.

"... I will not tolerate"

Doron, and a dragon jewel inside his body pulsed.

Ares, who had not fused in the battle that suddenly began, turns into a grain of gold light and blends into me.

Exploding dragon air overflows and goes wild.

The dragon qi swirled, becoming a storm that could feel itself, and began to swirl throughout the hall.

Mr. Irie, who cut off the dragon sword, turned to me and, uh, narrowed his eyes.

The Mistrals respected my will and evacuated me to my place, Priscia.

"Mr. Irie, I'll have your statement corrected!

Overflowing, visualized dragon qi, my vision is shaking every bit.

I looked firmly at Irie in that state and stuffed her in an instant with a spatial leap.

Dragon Qi flows and waves a white sword that feels like it's integrated with the body. Continue to activate the procedure while also wielding the wooden knife of the spirit tree.

The leaves of the oxen bounced, and an infinite blade of leaves appeared around them.

That's not all.

Disillusioned to confuse Mr. Irie's sight, he creates a dragon qi sword.

A series of strikes between the white sword and the wooden knife of the spirit tree. Dragon sword dance with kicks, elbow hits and sometimes body hits. A blade of leaves dances to it, and a dragon sword dances.

Mr. Irie moves as lightly as if he were playing dance with me. And judge everything.

But my hands and feet don't stop like that.

Be aware of the feeling of blood on your head with anger from the perspective of a third party, like some other HR.

I stare at Mr. Irie with a strong will and dance dragon sword dance without a scratch.

The White Sword and the Wooden Sword of the Spirit Tree lose to the mass of the Dragon Feng Sword like the Great Sword. I roll out the kick, but Mr. Irie's body is hard as a rock, reinforced. Still don't stop moving, move from there to the next flow and don't stop the offense.

Mr. Irie is familiar with all of my movements and takes them perfectly.

"Oh, no. Doesn't feel so good."

Mr Irie says as if he could afford it. But I won't give you time to fight back.

My gaze was always on me.

Mr. Irie and I collide in gaze.

Irie, who is angry with my eyes, has also flew a strong will from the head.

"Did my fake speech get in the way?

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh

Fitted with the wooden knife of the shaken spirit tree, the blade of the leaves flowed at an unnoticed speed. Mr. Irie shivers the Dragon Feng Sword slightly, stretching out several small knots to play. The Dragon Qi sword slashed and tore the small kingdom.

I see through Mr. Irie's legs trying to get a distance.

I won't let you get away with it!

As Mr. Irie has read my movements, I can read Mr. Irie's next hand, too.

No, I captured Mr. Irie with a dragon air vortex that put the whole hall in the middle of a storm, giving him no clearance to get in shape.

I'm angry.

This anger will definitely be redeemed by Mr. Irie.

You can't forgive me, Mr. Irie, for telling me that the dragon sword dance I taught Old Sleighsta was fake.

Indeed, I was not given dragon sword dance by my rightful successor, Irie.

But that's why I'm telling you!

If you follow the source of the dragon sword dance, it will reach the sword dance of Master Kensei Farna. A secret sword technique finally given to Master Farna by an old man of the Dragon Nation over the years. From that stream, my dragon sword dance could be a mystery.

But...

"My dragon sword dance is what I worked so hard to wear!

Yes. It doesn't matter whose genealogy it is.

What is important is to inherit the moves and the thoughts.

Old Sleighsta found me qualities and made me inherit what was originally a Dragon Tribe move.

That's not all.

My dragon sword dance is not just made of the mould Old Sleighsta taught me.

I polished it up daily with the Mistrals and asked Mr. Zildo to guide me on how to handle dragon air and sublime it with the Spirit of the Spirit Tree.

It could still be developing.

But my dragon sword dance can take one definite form with everyone's cooperation.

To deny it, that is to deny me and everyone's will.

So I can never forgive Irie for what she said.

In the first place, Old Sleighsta said.

Dragon Sword Dance is a variety of shapes to suit the user and has its own extreme.

Even for dragon art, yes.

Techniques and techniques rolled out using dragon air show endless possibilities with free ideas and imaginations.

Then even dragon sword dancing with the same dragon chi, there must be an infinite reach.

My dragon sword dance may only be based on the memory of old Sleighsta.

But it doesn't have to be the dragon sword dance genealogy that says Irie is legitimate.

I dance my dragon sword dance.

My dragon sword dance, which finds its way, belongs to me.

Never be denied by anyone!

Maximize the power from Ares.

Dokuru, Dokuru and Dragon Treasure Ball make a stronger pulse than ever before.

The wild, stormy dragon qi exploded into the surroundings every time he waved his sword, every time he let his hands and feet dance, and a storm broke out.

The dragon air, densely filled with space, crosses the surrounding walls and spreads outside the dragon's altar.

A storm of dragon air overflowing the surface covers the island and swallows vast lakes. Climb the cliffs from the surrounding woods and even take in the clouds of chi that spread over the cove.

A cloud of chi rode the vortex of the storm and began to swirl.

Turning to me, the center, the dark darkness winds down the cliff.

Well, I guess I'll take your soul.

"I still say that...... I won't let you fool me anymore!

It explodes and the diffused dragon temper returns to me with intense momentum. Swallow wild dragon qi into the inside of your body.

He delivers the dragon qi that rages in his body to the dragon jewel that spits out his power.

The dragon jewel. I felt like the thought of the dragon hidden there gave a divine growl.

The atmosphere trembled.

Yeah, it's not atmospheric.

The signs of a mystery filled with space, the immeasurable will, echo my dragon qi and confirm my existence.

I expected it.

This incalculable sign, my inherited dragon treasure ball. And the words Mr. Irie had spoken the day before.

And what the old dragon from the North taught me.

My Dragon Treasure Ball is the crystal of the Dragon King's thoughts.

Mr. Zildo apparently came here as an escort to the twin founding kings. In doing so, I inherited the Dragon Treasure Ball, the crystal of the Dragon King's thoughts. So even after crusading the King of Decaying Dragons, he occasionally took a trip here.

said Mr. Irie. Mr. Zildo is obliged to come here.

Dragon altar where dragon treasure balls have been lost. So it was Mr. Irie who was purifying the remnants of the old dragon, but the dragon treasure balls had been lost from the altar, and the power of the dragon king had weakened, gradually becoming out of hand.

Then, the thoughts accumulated in the accumulation precipitated and turned into curses and I was curious.

He says the soul of the Dragon King has not perished.

I mean, it stayed in me as a dragon treasure ball.

And the very existence was not gone either.

I don't know what ancient species of dragon the king of dragons is. But I guess it's a dragon that can continue to exist even if it separates souls from beings.

And now the Dragon King was about to be resurrected.

Blend dragon treasure balls with existence.

"Whose soul do you dedicate? That meant Mistral's Dragon Treasure or my Dragon Treasure."

"Hehe."

A fierce wooden sword of a spirit tree finally played the Dragon Feng Sword. The white sword approaches Mr. Irie's torso.

Mr. Irie leans back heavily and releases a kick as a resting souvenir.

"Mistral's dragon treasure balls also have a strong purifying ability. If I hadn't freed the dragon treasure balls of the Dragon King, I'd have sacrificed her dragon treasure balls."

Mr. Irie kicks, and in return, this one also releases a spinning kick.

"But then why did Mr. Irie dedicate his dragon treasure balls to the Dragon King seven hundred years ago!

Mr. Irie also said he had given his soul in the past. But it's not about your soul. I gave him the dragon jewel he was supposed to inherit.

"I really like Satanic Kids."

Mr. Irie's eyes dropped. But it's not a laugh, it's a sad look.

"Seven hundred years ago, it wasn't like this. Thousands of years. The Dragon King has been sending the thoughts of the old dragon to the Dragon God for thousands of years. The Dragon King will be exhausted, and the thoughts you couldn't send will continue to accumulate."

Mr. Irie keeps taking my dragon sword dance from the front.

My anger didn't subside. Until Mr. Irie admits it, he's not going to stop the sword dance momentum. But while doing so, he continued the dance of purification so as to exasperate the spillover temper.

"Already. The power of the Dragon King and my Dragon Sword Dance alone were beyond my control. That's why I sacrificed her. I also know how to sacrifice the dragon treasure balls of others. So Mist's dragon treasure balls would have been nice."

Mr. Irie sacrifices anything for a purpose. I feel strongly prepared for that. And seven hundred years ago. I let go of my dragon treasure balls when I was ready.

Lose the dragon treasure balls that were enclosed as part of your body. Mr. Irie was trapped in pity.

I guess she's been staying here ever since.

Send the thoughts of the old dragon, for the provision of the dragon treasure balls you let go.

"But this time there is the Dragon Treasure Ball of the Dragon King. And I can dance the Dragon Sword of Purification too!

"How could you add such added value to Dragon Sword Dance? Though I thought it was enough to hear yesterday's story. If you don't feel it this way, you won't know."

Dragon Sword Dance with my anger and readiness on it.

Mr. Irie's, dragon sword dance with a strong sense of duty and pride.

The two, the two dragon sworddances overlap, and the space is wrapped in golden and dark green.

"We will never take the option of sacrificing something. So this time, I won't sacrifice anything!

"Then show me that readiness and will!

Just what I want!

Dragon sword dance that adds even more ferocity. While you are there, the beauty of the dance will not be compromised.

The Dragon Sword Dance itself is a ritual that purifies everything that has been precipitated and glorifies the unclean. It was a divine act of devotion to bring the thoughts of the Dragon Clan to the Dragon God.

My two swords and Mr. Irie's two swords collide. Sparks scatter and dragon air explodes.

Me and Mr. Irie's dragon air mixes intricately in the atmosphere. I get all that involved, diffuse, swirl, converge.

Outside the dragon's altar, a storm of dragon air swept through the tundra, raging around the island.

Signs of drifting in the square shook violently.

My dragon jewel pulses as hard as it responds.

The vibrations and pulses that were separate gradually converge in the same melodies.

I was feeling it.

Dragon treasure balls are freed.

A feeling I've never felt before.

Until now, no matter how rampant, the dragon treasure balls that I could control at my will are leaving my hands. But there is no discomfort or crisis.

Things go back where they should be.

I gambled my whole body to free the power of Dragon Treasure Ball.

The whole space, the divine roar that shook the entire volcano that could die, echoed the spirit directly, not the sound.

Ha, assume.

When I realized it, more than anything else, the signs of dragon treasure balls that I had felt as part of my body close to me had disappeared.

Instead, my senses, which spread with dragon air, captured the presence of a giant winged dragon reigning over the earth.

An entity free, strange wing dragon.

Though not as giant as Old Sleighsta, the winged dragon, shaped by a dense collection of dark green sumptures, had our wings gracefully feathered far overhead.

"Come on, not if you're holding your hand."

Mr. Irie waves the Dragon Feng Sword relentlessly. I dance dragon swords, caught in the middle of a hole in my heart. [M]

I should have lost my dragon treasure balls, but somehow my dragon temper rises.

It seems everything is connected to the king of dragons who can roar divinely in the air.

The king of dragons wings and ascends to the clouds.

The darkness of temper gathered to the center in the dragon art of the storm began to rise far above on an upward airflow with the king of dragons.

As my temper rises, my and Mr. Irie's purification technique removes the scourge. Then he ascends far into the sky, oblivious to the noble and clear signs of the king of dragons.

I guess it's my fault.

The thoughts of the Dragon Clan, which rose to the point where it was likely to reach the stars at night, seemed to flow far west.

It felt as if a mixed gold and green storm had become a raging cloud sea, pulling the Swiss cloud to guide the dragon's thoughts.

The Dragon King took me and Mr. Irie's dragon air into the sky, purifying all temper.

The dragon art of the storm, with the help of the king of dragons, descends the peak of the dead volcano and shows its spread to the north of Dragon Peak.

And he drew the anxiety, mourning, and sorrow of the old dragon, and delivered it to the king of the dragon.

"He who inherits the dragon treasure balls of the king of dragons. The dragon's graveyard was cursed. Now prove to me your dragon sword dance."

Mr. Irie's dragon sword dance adds momentum.

From the dance of purification to the dance of subduing the opponent.

But I'm not.

A dance that defeats the relative, a dance of purification, an enchanting dance, a sword dance that encloses everything. That's the dragon sword dance I met!

Come on, dragon king. Let's dance with me. Because you are part of me and one of the most important actors for Dragon Sword Dance.

The king of dragons received my will and descended with a roar similar to joy from far above.