Chapter 301 Thunder Cannon
Lu Bu wielded the Fang Tian Hua Ji and slashed at Nora again. The halberd was wrapped in a fierce wind, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

The tip of the halberd flashed with a cold light, like a deadly evil ghost, and went straight to Nora. Lu Bu's face was full of murderous intent, and there was no mercy in his eyes. He only wanted to put Nora to death.

Nora looked at the rapidly approaching fatal blow, a trace of despair flashed in her eyes, but she still stubbornly tried to struggle and resist.

There was a flash of red light, and Nora's head fell to the ground.

The head fell to the ground, eyes wide open, still looking unwilling and unbelievable at this ending. Blood gushed out from the neck like a fountain, staining the surrounding land bright red.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the expression on Nora's face was still frozen in fear and despair. His body fell down weakly, splashing a cloud of dust.

Lu Bu rode on his hissing Red Hare, looking majestic, with blood dripping slowly from his Fang Tian Hua Ji. He looked at Nora's body coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

The battlefield was dead silent, with only the sound of Lü Bu's heavy breathing and the hooves of his Red Hare echoing. The wind blew across this bloody land, as if mourning for this tragic battle.

The Tenth Knight of the Kingdom Organization, Count Nora, a vampire noble from medieval Europe, was slain by Lu Bu!
On the other side, Pala, holding a golden spear and a golden round shield, fought heroically with Jia Xinglie, Yuchi Lietang and other members of the Hall of Heroes.

Her eyes were sharp, and her golden spear stabbed at the enemy like a snake emerging from a cave. Every attack was accompanied by the sound of breaking wind, showing her powerful strength and superb skills.

Jia Xinglie was agile and dodged Pala's attacks skillfully while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. The weapon in his hand swung out a cold light, which collided with Pala's spear continuously, splashing sparks.

Yuchi Lietang was calm, strong and brave. He used his heavy weapon to resist Pala's attack. Every counterattack was filled with tremendous force, trying to suppress Pala's momentum.

Pala remained calm under the attack of two people, and his golden round shield firmly protected himself, showing the majesty and courage of a knight between attack and defense.

……

Ten years ago, Xuanlong Street.

The sky and earth were vast and misty, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a veil.

In the ancient streets and alleys, the blue bricks and black tiles stand silently, all immersed in the misty rain and fog.

On the turquoise roof, raindrops gathered into trickles, flowing slowly along the eaves, like a string of pearls that had broken off the string, dripping onto the quaint stone road, splashing tiny water droplets.

Not far away, a vast lake was looming in the rain, with mist rising, like a dream.

The black-sailed boats on the shore are dimly visible in the haze, and you can vaguely see the winding ancient street, like a nimble dragon, leading straight to the mysterious island in the lake.

Looking further into the distance, you can see green mountains and rocks rising and falling one after another.

White clouds linger in the air, sometimes like dancing gauze, sometimes like piles of cotton wool.

The green mountains are decorated to look even more ethereal and misty, like a long scroll of ink painting, so beautiful that it is intoxicating.

Next to the misty lake, an ancient temple called Canglong Temple stands tall.

It is like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, quietly watching over this vast world.

The red walls of the ancient temple become darker in color as they are soaked in water vapor, as if carrying the weight of time.

The flying eaves and brackets are raised high, like a bird spreading its wings to fly, trying to break through the diffuse mist.

The temple gate is solemn and majestic, and the copper ring on the door has been rubbed smooth and shiny by the years. When you step into the temple, the sound of the bell echoes in the wet air, bringing a sense of ethereal Zen.

The trees surrounding the temple are lush and green, and the branches and leaves become even greener after being washed by the rain.

Raindrops slid down the leaves and dripped onto the bluestone path, making a crisp sound.

Canglong Temple stands on the bank of the lake, blending into a peaceful picture with the mist, green mountains and trees.

In the quiet courtyard of Canglong Temple, a tall and burly monk named Xuansong was sitting upright on a cushion, holding a string of Buddhist beads firmly in his hands, meditating silently.

Suddenly, he raised his head without any warning. His brows were furrowed, and a deep groove formed between his brows, which seemed to hide endless worries.

His eyes were wide open, and his expression was extremely complicated. There seemed to be a thousand words in his deep eyes, but he was still not able to say them. It seemed that he had seen through some indescribable secrets at that moment. There was a hint of confusion, a hint of shock, and a hint of barely perceptible fear in his eyes.

His solemn expression was like frost, which instantly filled his originally peaceful face with worry and contemplation. His lips were tightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, revealing a serious and tense atmosphere.

On that broad forehead, fine beads of sweat had quietly seeped out, gleaming faintly on his bronze skin, which was an outward reflection of his inner anxiety.

In the open space in front of Monk Xuansong, a girl about ten years old was concentrating her energy on practicing.

I saw that she had a strong figure and agile movements, and was concentrating on practicing martial arts and strengthening her body meticulously.

The girl's pink face was set with a pair of big eyes as bright as black gemstones, and her eyes showed determination and persistence.

At this moment, because of the force, her little face turned red like a ripe apple, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. The crystal sweat beads slid down her fair cheeks, but she didn't bother to wipe them off.

Her nose bridge is straight, her nostrils are slightly flaring, and her cherry-like lips are tightly pursed, revealing a stubborn spirit.

Her long, shiny black hair was tied up high, swaying gently behind her head as she moved, like flowing black satin.

She was wearing a light blue training suit. Although the clothes were a little old, they were very neat and clean.

Her arms waved vigorously and her legs moved alternately, her steps light and steady.

She used the wooden stick in her hand as a weapon, drawing sharp arcs in the air and creating gusts of wind.

The sunlight shone on her through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting her energetic and tenacious figure.

It was Sun Zhantian. The girl seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Monk Xuansong. She stopped practicing instantly and came to Monk Xuansong's side lightly and quickly with her footsteps as fast as the wind.

I saw her breathing slightly, her chest heaving, and her bright eyes were full of concern and confusion.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

She raised her head slightly, her eyes fixed on Monk Xuansong, and asked in a soft and anxious voice.

When Monk Xuansong heard the girl's question, he tried hard to force a smile, but the smile seemed stiff and forced.

He lowered his head slightly, avoiding the girl's inquiring gaze, waved his hand gently, and said slowly:

"Don't worry, kid. It's nothing. You are in the critical period of cultivation. Don't be distracted by such trivial matters. Go and cultivate."

Although the girl was full of doubts and had no idea why Monk Xuansong was like this, she looked at his resolute expression.

He also knew that it was useless to ask more questions at this time, so he could only nod obediently. Although he still had many questions in his mind, he had to turn around and continue practicing.

After a long time, the fear in his heart had completely dissipated. Monk Xuansong's eyes were calm and his heart was peaceful.
Monk Xuansong looked at Sun Zhantian who continued to practice and murmured:

"Is this fate? What is meant to come will come."

"Zhan Tian has now awakened two guardian spirits and has the ability to protect himself in the underworld. I don't have to worry about anything anymore..."

……

A few days later, on a sunny day, a tall and burly figure suddenly appeared in front of Canglong Temple on Xuanlong Street.

The man's golden hair was disheveled, like weeds blown by the wind.

On his back he carried a huge cannon barrel, which was heavy and eye-catching, as if it contained endless power.

On his face, he wore a mask with the word "cannon" written on it. The mask covered most of his face, revealing only a pair of sharp and arrogant eyes.
He looked lazy and casual, and it was impossible to get a glimpse of his true face and expression. He just stood quietly in front of the temple, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

"Hidden Dragon Temple? I wonder if there is a real dragon hidden in there?"

(End of this chapter)