Chapter 190

Chu Zihang was running when he suddenly felt the fire reflected on the ground, and the upsurge poured into the narrow passage.

Several people looked up and saw that it was a flame dragon hundreds of meters long sweeping the sky.

"Younger martial brother, it seems that he is being chased and beaten!"

Finger took a breath after running out of the channel with Chu Zihang. He was also in a gloomy mood.

"Brother Lu is still a mixed race after all. How can he be tough with the Dragon King? Besides, he has no spirit now."

Chu Zihang drew the map of bronze city in his heart. Every time the route changed, he updated the virtual map in his mind, and analyzed and deduced other invisible places as moving variables.

But there are too many variables and there is no solution at all. They must make more references to infer where the "array eye" is.

"It seems to be a spirit. Jun Yan, it seems that our younger martial brother Lu has no resistance to elements. If he is burned by this thing, I'm afraid the direct cremation link will be saved."

Jiude hemp clothes felt the residual heat in the air and was secretly shocked by the Dragon King's great power. This was not the end of all the Dragon Kings, so they chased the super white rabbit up and down, and I didn't know whether their little white rabbit was as reliable as the boss said.

She really can't imagine a weak boy who can fight such a king. Even if she hangs up, she feels embarrassed to win.

When several people were running, Chu Zihang suddenly took out paper and pen from the tactical backpack behind him and wrote and drew while running. His brain was overloaded, and he wanted to mark out the known routes and places that needed attention.

It is also convenient for elder martial brothers and sisters to look at and reference. A person's strength is always limited. Chu Zihang has never felt superior in IQ. If one person analyzes, they will have more hope of survival.

After drawing the first picture, Chu Zihang handed the map to sister Yaji Xuejie. Since the other party said that he had studied Nibelungen, he might be able to give some suggestions.

"Younger martial brother Chu, you can still remember the route you have taken in such a mess!"

Jiude Ma Yi was also very surprised. The map painted by Chu Zihang was drawn with two lines: solid line and dotted line. The solid line represents the route they have traveled, and the dotted line represents the possible distribution of roads in the bronze City, including the black circle, which is the area they have not traveled at present.

She looked at Chu Zihang strangely. Her memory was really too rebellious. It was a humanoid computer.

"Reluctantly, elder martial sister, please help to see where the possible array eyes are."

Chu Zihang continued to draw that the map just now is only one possibility, and they are still moving, and the map is updated every minute.

"This... This..."

Jiude Ma Yi was also a little flustered. He stared at the map given by Chu Zihang, compared it with the map handed over later, and looked at several... He didn't see anything.

At this time, finger couldn't help but grab the map in Jiude Mayi's hand and said, "let me have a look, younger martial brother Chu, give me another paper and pen!"

Suddenly Chu Zihang and Jiude hemp clothes looked at finger in surprise.

"What are you looking at? Run, I didn't fail because of math!"

Finger couldn't help taking out a pen and paper from behind Chu Zihang and began to write and draw. It looked very professional.

No, it doesn't look professional. Jiude Ma Yi follows finger and looks at the map drawn by the other party. It's roughly the same in the core part as the map just drawn by Chu Zihang, but it's different in the variable part. That's another possibility.

This seemingly useless dog scum did not expect to be no worse than Chu Zi in memory and mathematics!

More than that! Jiude hemp clothes felt that finger drew the map faster, and even he could list a series of formulas beside the map that she couldn't understand!

What the hell is this guy?

Such brain power, A-level real blood, soul bronze throne, will be relegated to the seventh grade?

Lying to ghosts!

……

On the bronze King City, Lu Chen almost ran around the city for three times and hit various bronze obstacles with the flame dragon, which finally exhausted the power of the spirit.

The spirit of Jun Yan is released by the fire monarch. It is indeed magnificent and powerful, but the speed of the spirit is not fast enough. After all, it is a flame element. No matter how fast it moves, it can only eat ash behind his ass.

But what made him feel headache was not the spirit of Jun Yan. If he couldn't hit it, the warmth had nothing to do with him. On the contrary, those bronze columns that suddenly burst out from time to time brought him some trouble. Coupled with Norton's pursuit, he could be said to have repeated dangers.

Lu Chen had never been so embarrassed. Even when he was fighting with Eden underground, he could barely stand a head-on.

Now, the weather and geography are not on his side. He is fighting with Norton, and he also falls into the disadvantage.

This is also the secret blood of God. Without this state, Norton may cut him off the horse in a sprint.

But he can't open this state indefinitely. He's full today, but he can't last 20 minutes.

The situation is very unfavorable to them. If brother Chu can't help himself break the game in another 15 minutes, he's afraid he'll have to take a risk. He can't work hard until he's out of strength in the end.

He ran to the end of the road at the top of the city wall, jumped up and wanted to jump to the other end, but in mid air, half a copper column flew towards him, forcing him to wave his knife sideways and avoid with the help of the force of air and knife body.

These bronze pillars can't catch up with his speed when he is down-to-earth, but he can't touch them when he is intercepted in the air. The huge mass means powerful kinetic energy. If he is hit head-on, it's more terrible than fighting with Norton.

He quickly stepped on the side of the bronze column, turned his body, and stood in front of him, blocking a knife that pressed into the center of his eyebrows.

The broken hair in front of the hot blade gives out a burning smell. The heat wave is enough to burn ordinary hybrid species!

Boom——

Lu Chen fell to the ground and left deep footprints on the bronze ground. He had no chance to breathe. Norton's speed was not inferior to him, rather faster than him.

The Dark Blade countered the attack and intersected with the rage again. Lu Chen held the handle in his hand and put one hand on the back of the dark sword to be a overlord holding a tripod.

A black combat suit expands to the extreme, and Qiu Jie's muscles and bones are moaning.

clench one's teeth!

Keep an eye on your opponent!

Let the soul live forever!

Can't have the slightest flaw, otherwise the next moment will be torn by the tyrant in front of you!

Almost instinctively, at the moment when Lu Chen's body was depressed, his left foot relieved the force, and the huge black Xuan seemed to become a light machete in his hand. His waist turned around, and his left and right hands exerted force and relieved the force. The sense of hierarchy was like the waves on the sea, rising and falling.

The second move of Tai Chi Sabre technique - tide.

Lu Chen seldom uses this move, because using this move often means that his strength falls to the disadvantage in the fight, and he has to fight with the other party.

Therefore, since the first world war with Eden, he has never used this move. As a mature martial artist, he should know how to develop strengths and avoid weaknesses.

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

At this moment, both speed and power have completely suppressed him. The only advantage he can have is his natural superior intuition and his study of many combat skills.

But for a reckless man, it is very difficult to fight straight.

Norton looked at the human youth. In the absolute trough, he took his top-down knife and slipped away like a loach. His rage was stuck on the ground. A trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and the pace of catching up slowed down.

How can such peak fighting skills be owned by humans, or a young human.

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

Among the villagers kneeling at the head of the village, they suddenly heard the sound of neat and uniform footsteps. They looked up and saw that a team of bronze soldiers came out from the open door of Qingtong city.

This is the bronze soldiers activated after the bronze city started the self-defense mechanism. These soldiers also have their own responsibilities. The bronze soldiers in the city are responsible for blocking the enemy. The bronze soldiers on the original high wall and the bronze soldiers near the city gate are responsible for going out to resist the enemy.

In the preset "program" of these bronze soldiers, they went out of the city to meet, but there was no army of ancient princes or the attack of giant dragons outside.

These bronze soldiers are dead, but they are not dead, because they are filled with living creatures, and these living creatures have desires after being activated. How can they kill without enemies?

Seeing this scene, Inuit people lowered their heads and knelt on the ground to pray more piously, because it was a new God in the city of God.

The old village head looked at this scene and walked forward angrily, "get up quickly. What are you doing on your knees!?"

"Village head, these are the messengers of the gods. Of course we should greet them respectfully."

An Inuit middle-aged man said with some doubt.

"Those outsiders must have angered the gods. Village head, you are also dizzy. How can you receive them!?"

Some people can't help blaming the village head.

"Yes, yes, the holy city has been quiet for so many years. It was only after they came that such a big noise broke out. The God must be angry. How should we live if we don't have a harvest this year?"

Some people agree.

"Just said, we can't let a family inherit the position of village head all the time. The old guy is confused. He will kill us!"

“……”

Led by someone, the villagers kneeling on the ground shouted and cursed one after another.

The old village head looked at the ugly faces of these people. He couldn't believe that it was the hard-working and kind people in the past. He was angry and could not stand still. Phyllis ran to help him.

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

Phyllis comforted.

But someone pointed at her and scolded, "it's you who brought those plague gods into the village! This year's sacrifice should let the God envoy choose you!"

The old village head took two steps forward, waved a crutch, hit the man with a stick, and several teeth rolled to the ground with blood.

"Jobas, how can you say that!"

The old village head's angry beard was shaking.

The man got up from the ground and sneered, "can't the village head's daughter die? Everyone was relieved when my daughter was sent away last year."

The old village head hit you with another stick and said angrily, "that's why I hit you. You kneel here and deserve your dead daughter!"

Jobas said, "what can we do? We can regenerate without it. This is a tradition. Without the protection of God, how can we be qualified to live in such a beautiful and warm village."

Other Inuit people, hearing the speech, also nodded and said yes.

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

They hope to calm God's anger with a pious attitude and don't let God's anger spread to them.

The blue light of the knife flashed, and the head of an Inuit kneeling in the front fell to the ground. The blood sprayed out due to the pressure of the carotid artery and dyed the scattered snow on the ground red.

Other Inuit people were shocked, but they didn't dare to move. They just knelt down again and said, "please calm down."

The bronze soldiers did not respond, but mechanically slaughtered all the "enemies" of the city's foreign invaders

Bronze knives rise and fall, heads fly, Inuit people tremble, but they don't dare to get up.

Seeing this, the old village head turned red and said angrily, "don't you understand? These are not divine envoys at all. They just come to kill people. Don't run!"

However, the Inuit people in the front row did not listen to the advice, but many Inuit people in the back ran away when they saw this scene.

"The knives are all around your neck. Do you want to kneel down and pray? You think God bless us, and you haven't thought about what we are!"

The old village head roared, Inuit people were silent, and another group fell.

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

In their world, once born, if they are a boy, they are happy, because girls have to live with fear.

Every year, there are tribute offerings in the village, but in addition, isn't life good?

Having food and drink without having to endure the cold outside, this is the "dream" environment of many Inuit people.

The Inuit who escaped from the rebellion must have frozen to death on the ice field. No one can survive in such a cold place. How can their life be comparable to that of us blessed by God?

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

The old village head took out a can. Some Inuit looked back at the exquisite can and were puzzled for a while.

"How many years, thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years!? it's different from ancient times. Those young people say that such exquisite handicrafts don't need to be made step by step, but can produce hundreds of thousands of cans a day through automatic machines in a place called a factory!"

The old village head said and threw the cans into the crowd.