Starting From the Dragon Clan To Penetrate the World

　　 Chu Zihang and several people were running, suddenly felt the light of fire reflected on the ground, and the enthusiasm poured into the narrow passage.

　　 A few people looked up, it was a long flame dragon hundreds of meters long flying across the sky.

　　 "Senior brother seems to be chased and beaten!"

　　 Finger followed Chu Zihang out of the passage and gasped for a breath, also in a gloomy mood.

　　 "Brother Lu is still a mixed race after all, how can he be tough with the Dragon King, not to mention he has no voice right now."

　　 Chu Zihang drew a map of the Bronze City in his mind. Every time the route changed, he updated this virtual map in his mind, and used other invisible places as moving variables for analysis and deduction.

　　 But there are too many variables, and there is no solution at all. They need more reference to guess where the "eyes" are.

　　 "It seems to be Yan Ling. Jun Yan, our Junior Brother Lu doesn't seem to have any resistance to the elements. I am afraid that the direct cremation process will be saved if he is burned by this thing."

Jiu De Mai felt the heat remaining in the air, and was also secretly shocked by the mighty power of the Dragon King. This was not a complete Dragon King, so he chased the super white rabbits up and down, and didn't know what their little white rabbits were. Not as reliable as the boss said.

　　 It is hard for her to imagine a bad boy who can fight against such a king. Even if it is open, she feels very embarrassed to win.

While several people were running, suddenly Chu Zihang took out the pen and paper from the tactical backpack behind him, and wrote and painted as he ran. The main reason was that his brain was a bit overloaded, and he wanted to take the known route and the places that needed attention. Mark it out first.

　　 This is also convenient for Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters to look at and refer to. A person's power is always limited. Chu Zihang has never felt superior in terms of IQ. If one more person analyzes, they will have more hope of surviving.

　　 After finishing the first picture, Chu Zihang handed the map to Senior Sister Yaji. Since the other party said he had researched Nibelungen, he might be able to give some suggestions.

　　 "Junior Brother Chu, now in such a mess, you can still remember the route you have taken!?"

Jiude Mai is also very surprised. The map drawn by Chu Zihang is drawn with solid and dashed lines. The solid line represents the route they have traveled, and the dashed line represents the current possible distribution of roads in the Bronze City. There are also black circles. The circled part is the area they haven't walked through so far.

　　 She glanced at Chu Zihang weirdly, her memory was too bad, it was a humanoid computer.

　　 "Reluctantly, Sister Sister will help you to see where the possible battles are."

　　 Chu Zihang said and continued to draw, that the map just now was just one of the possibilities, and they were still moving, and the map was updated every minute.

"This this……"

　　 Jiude Mai was also a little flustered, staring at the map given by Chu Zihang, comparing it with the map that he handed over, and looking at a few... nothing was noticed.

　　 At this time, Fingel couldn't help it. He grabbed the map in Jiu De Mai's hand and said, "Let me have a look. Junior Brother Chu will give me another paper and pen!"

　　 Suddenly Chu Zihang and Jiu De Mai looked at Fingel in amazement.

　　 "What do you look at? Run, I didn't fail my subject because of mathematics!"

　　Finger took out a pen and paper from behind Chu Zihang involuntarily, and began to write and draw, looking quite professional.

No, it’s not that it looks professional. Jiu De Mai followed Fingel and looked at the map drawn by the other party. It is roughly the same as the map drawn by Chu Zihang just now in the core part, except in the variable part, which is different. A possibility.

　　 This seemingly useless scumbag, did not expect that in terms of memory and mathematics, he is not worse than Chu Zihang!

　　 More than! Jiude Mai feels that Fingel can draw maps faster, and he can even list a series of formulas that she can't understand next to the map!

　　 What is the origin of this guy?

　　 This kind of brainpower, A-grade true blood, and the Bronze Throne of Yan Ling, will be relegated to the seventh grade?

　　 lie to ghosts!

　　……

　　 Above the Bronze King City, Lu Chen ran almost three laps around the city, hitting various bronze obstacles with the blazing dragon, and finally exhausted the power of the word spirit.

Jun Yan, the word spirit is released by the monarch of the fire element. It is indeed majestic and powerful, but the speed of this word spirit is still not fast enough. After all, it is a flame element. Excluding the explosive wind, it can move faster. Just like that, he can only eat ashes behind his ass.

But it’s not Jun Yan’s spirit that makes him feel the headache. If he can’t fight, it doesn’t matter how warm he is. On the contrary, the bronze pillars that sprang out from time to time have caused him a little trouble, plus Norton’s pursuit. Kill, he can be described as dangerous.

　　Lu Chen has never been so embarrassed before, even when he was fighting against Eden underground, he could barely stand up.

　　 And now that the right time and place are not on his side, Renhe... He fought with Norton head-on, and fell into a disadvantage.

　　 This is still the third violent blood situation of the secret blood of the gods, if there is no such state, Norton may cut him off the horse in a sprint.

　　 But in this state, he can't open it indefinitely. He ate a lot today, but he definitely couldn't last twenty minutes.

　　 The situation is very unfavorable for them. If Brother Chu and the others can't help him break the situation in another fifteen minutes, he will probably take a risk, and he will not be able to fight hard until the end when he is exhausted.

He ran to the end of the top road of the city wall, jumped up and wanted to jump to the other end, but in mid-air, half a copper pillar flew towards him, forcing him to swing his knife sideways, with the help of the air and the blade. The force of evasion.

These bronze pillars cannot catch up with his speed when he is down to earth, but when intercepting in the air, he can't hit hard. The huge mass means strong kinetic energy. If he is hit head-on, it will be better than Norton. Knives are more terrible things.

　　 He stepped sideways and quickly stepped on the side of the bronze pillar, and turned his body black and mysterious horizontally in front of him, blocking the knife that hit his forehead.

　　 The broken hair on the forehead was in front of the hot blade, emitting a scorched aura, and the heat wave on the face was enough to burn the ordinary hybrid species to a high degree!

　　 boom——

　　 Lu Chen fell to the ground, leaving deep footprints on the bronze ground. He didn't have a chance to change his breath. Norton's speed was not inferior to him. It was faster than him.

　　 The pitch-black blade of the blade counterattacked, and once again intersected with the rage. Lu Chen held the hilt of the sword in one hand, and put the other hand on the back of Hei Xuan's blade, acting like an overlord holding a tripod.

　　 A black combat uniform swelled to the extreme, and the knotted muscles and bones were crying.

　　 grit your teeth!

　　 Keep an eye on the opponent!

　　 Let the soul live forever!

　　 cannot have the slightest flaw, otherwise the next moment will be torn apart by the tyrannical king in front of you!

Almost instinctively, at the moment when Lu Chen's figure was depressed, his left foot unloaded, and the huge black mystery in his hand seemed to become a light machete. His waist twisted, his left and right hands exerted force and unloaded force, the sense of hierarchy was like sea. The waves, ups and downs, resurgence.

　　 The second style of Tai Chi sword technique-tide.

　　 Lu Chen rarely uses this kind of move, because using this kind of move often means that his strength in the fight has fallen, and he has no alternative but to head-to-head with the opponent.

　　 So since the battle with Eden, he has never used this kind of move. As a mature warrior, he should know how to use his strengths and avoid weaknesses.

　　 But the enemy in front of him didn't give him a chance.

　　 At this moment, both speed and strength have completely suppressed him. The only place he can gain an advantage is his natural superior intuition and the many combat skills he has learned.

　　 But for a reckless man, the fight that can't go straight is very aggrieved.

Norton looked at this human young man, in the absolute trough, took his top-down knife, and slipped away like a mud loach, and his rage was stuck in the ground. A trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and the pace of chasing. It's a step slower.

　　 How can such peak combat skills be something humans can possess, or a young human.

　　…………

　　 Outside the Bronze King City, in an Inuit village, the villagers looked nervously at the trembling Bronze City, and many people knelt and prayed.

　　 The villagers kneeling down at the head of the village suddenly heard the sound of uniform footsteps. They looked up and saw that a group of bronze soldiers walked out of the gate that opened from the Bronze City.

This is the bronze soldiers activated after the Bronze City activates its self-defense mechanism. These soldiers also have their own assigned responsibilities. The soldiers in the city are responsible for blocking the enemy, the bronze soldiers on the original high walls, and the bronze near the city gate. Soldiers, the duty is to go out to defend against the enemy.

　　In the "program" preset by these bronze soldiers, they went out of the city to meet at this time, but there was no army of ancient princes outside, and there was no attack from a giant dragon.

　　 These bronze soldiers are dead, but they are not dead, because they are infused with living spirits, and after these living spirits are activated, they all have desires. Without enemies, how can they be bloodthirsty and kill?

　　 When the Inuit people saw this scene, they bowed their heads and knelt on the ground to pray more sincerely, because it was a new envoy in the city of God.

　　The elderly village chief watched this scene and stepped forward angrily, "Get up, what are you doing on your knees!?"

　　 "The village chief, these are messengers of the gods, of course we must respectfully welcome them."

　　 A middle-aged Inuit man said with some confusion.

　　 "Those outsiders must have angered the gods, the village chief, you are also dizzy, how can you receive them!?"

　　 Someone couldn't help but blame the village chief.

　　 "Yeah, yeah, God City has been peaceful and peaceful for so many years. It was only after they came that such a big movement broke out. It must be the **** of anger. If we don't harvest this year, how should we live!?"

　　 Someone agreed.

　　 "Just say, we can't let a family inherit the position of the village head, the old guy is already confused, he will kill us!"

　　 "……"

　　 With people taking the lead, the villagers kneeling on the ground shouted and cursed one after another.

　　 The old village chief looked at the ugly faces of these people, and couldn't believe that they were the hard-working and kind people in the past. They were a little unsteady, but Felice ran over to support him.

　　 "Grandpa, don't be angry, don't be angry."

　　 Feilisi exhorted.

　　 But someone pointed at her again and cursed, "It's you, who brought those plague gods into the village! This year's sacrifice should let the gods choose you!"

　　 The old village chief took two steps forward, waved his crutches, hit the man's face with a stick, and several teeth rolled to the ground with blood.

　　 "Jobs, how can you say such a thing!"

　　 The angry beard of the old village chief was shaking.

　　 The man sneered after he got up from the ground: "Is the village chief's daughter not going to die? When my daughter was sent away last year, everyone was relieved."

　　The old village chief hit with a stick again, and said angrily: "I hit you because of this, you kneel here, are you worthy of your dead girl!?"

　　 Joe Bass said: "What can we do if we don’t have it, we can regenerate. This is a tradition. Without the blessing of gods, how can we be qualified to live in such a beautiful and warm town."

　　 Other Inuit people, upon hearing this, also nodded and said right.

　　 At this time, the group of bronze soldiers lined up in three rows and walked to the head of the village. The Inuit people knelt down and shouted, "Respectfully welcome the envoy."

　　 They hope to calm the wrath of God with a pious attitude, and don't let the wrath of God spread to them.

　　 The light of a blue knife flashed, and the head of an Inuit who was kneeling in the front rolled to the ground. The blood was sprayed out due to the pressure of the carotid artery, dyeing the white snow scattered on the ground.

　　 The other Inuit faces were shocked, but they didn't dare to move rashly, but bowed down again, "Please calm down the anger."

　　 The bronze soldiers did not respond, they just slaughtered all the "enemies" from outside the city mechanically.

　　 A bronze knife with a handle rises and falls, heads are flying, the Inuit people trembled, but no one dared to get up.

　　 The old village chief turned red when he saw this scene, and said angrily: "Don't understand! These are not envoys at all, they are here to kill people, so let's run!"

　　 However, the Inuit in the front row did not listen to persuasion, but many Inuit in the back saw this scene and ran away in exclamation.

　　 "The knives are all on your neck, do you still kneel and pray? You think the gods protect us, and what we are, haven't you thought about it!"

　　 The old village chief roared ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Inuit people were silent, and another group of people fell.

　　 Too many years of obedience and worship of the gods have washed away the blood of these people.

　　 In their world, once they are born, if you are a boy, you are worthy of happiness, because girls have to live with fear.

　　 Every year there are sacrifices in the village, but other than that, isn’t life pretty good?

　　 Eat and drink without having to endure the cold outside. This is the environment that many Inuit people "dream of".

　　 Presumably, the Inuit who escaped from the rebellion should have frozen to death on the ice field. No one can survive in such a cold place. How can their lives be better than those of us with the blessing of God?

　　 "People, look at what this is, do you really think the development of the world is stagnant!"

　　 The old village chief took out a can, and some Inuit people looked back at the exquisite can, and felt a little puzzled for a while.

"How many years, thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years!? The outside has been different from the ancient times. Those young people said that such exquisite handicrafts do not need to be made step by step by themselves, but in a factory called a factory. Locally, through automatic machines, hundreds of thousands of cans can be produced in a day!"

　　 The old village chief said, throwing the can into the crowd.

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