From the dragon race to penetrate the world

Chapter 190 Fighting Instinct

While Chu Zihang and the others were running, they suddenly felt fire light reflected on the ground, and a wave of heat poured into the narrow passage.

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

"Junior Brother seems to be being chased and beaten!"

Finger took a breath after following Chu Zihang out of the passage, and was also in a gloomy mood.

"Brother Lu is still a mixed race after all, how could he confront the Dragon King head-on, not to mention he has no speech ability now."

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

But there are too many variables, and there is no solution at all. They must have more references to guess where the "eyes of the formation" are.

"It seems to be Yanling Junyan. Our Junior Brother Lu doesn't seem to have any resistance to elements. If he is burned by this thing, he may save the direct cremation process."

Feeling the residual heat in the air, Jiude Mai was secretly startled by the dragon king's mighty power. This is not a complete dragon king, so he chased the super little white rabbit up and down, and he didn't know their little white rabbit was Not as reliable as the boss said.

It was really hard for her to imagine a bad boy who could fight such a king. Even if she cheated, she felt that winning would be embarrassing.

While the few people were running, Chu Zihang suddenly took out a pen and paper from the tactical backpack behind him, and wrote and drew while running. The main reason was that his brain was a little overloaded, and he wanted to know the known routes and the places that needed attention. Mark it out first.

This is also convenient for senior brothers and senior sisters to look at for reference. One person's power is always limited. Chu Zihang has never felt superior in IQ. If one more person analyzes it, they will have more hope of surviving.

After drawing the first one, Chu Zihang handed the map to senior sister Yaji. Since the other party said that he has researched the Nibelungen, he might be able to give some suggestions.

"Junior Brother Chu, it's so chaotic now, you can still remember the route you walked!?"

Jiude Mai is also very surprised. The map drawn by Chu Zihang is drawn with two kinds of lines: solid line and dotted line. The solid line represents the route they traveled, and the dotted line represents the possible distribution of roads in 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 strangely, this memory was really too heaven-defying, it was like a humanoid computer.

"Reluctantly, Senior Sister, help me to see where the possible formation eyes are."

As Chu Zihang continued to draw, the map just now was just one of the possibilities, but they are still moving, and the map is being updated every minute.

"This this……"

Jiu De Mai was also a little flustered, staring at the map given by Chu Zihang, compared it with the map handed over later, and looked at a few... But he didn't see anything.

At this time, Finger couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed the map from Mai Jiude's hand, and said, "Let me take a look, Junior Brother Chu give me another piece of paper and pen!"

Suddenly Chu Zihang and Jiutoku Mai looked at Fingel in amazement.

"What are you looking at, run, I failed because of mathematics!"

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

No, it’s not that it looks professional. Mai Jiutoku followed Finger and looked at the map drawn by the other party. It was roughly the same as the map Chu Zihang drew just now in the core part, but it was different in the variable part, which was another a possibility.

This seemingly useless student did not expect to be no worse than Chu Zihang in terms of memory and mathematics!
more than!Mai Toku felt that Finger could draw the map faster, and he could even list a series of formulas beside the map that she couldn't understand!
What is the origin of this guy?
With such mental power, A-level true blood, and the Bronze Throne of Ling Ling, will he be repeated until the seventh grade?

What a liar!
……

Above the Bronze King City, Lu Chen almost ran around the city three times, bringing the flaming dragon to hit various bronze obstacles, and finally exhausted the power of this speech spirit.

Jun Yan, the speech spirit released by the monarch of the fire department, is indeed majestic and powerful, but the speed of this speech spirit is still not fast enough. After all, it is the element of fire. Excluding the explosive wind, no matter how fast it moves Just like that, I can only follow his ass and eat ashes.

But what gave him a headache wasn't Jun Yan's speech ability. If he couldn't hit it, no matter how high the warmth was, it didn't matter to him. Killing, he can be said to be in danger.

Lu Chen had never been in such a mess before, even when he was fighting Eden underground, he could barely head on.

But now the right time and place are not on his side, people and... He is fighting Norton head-on, and he is also at a disadvantage.

This is still the case of God's Secret Blood's third burst of blood. Without this state, Norton might have killed him in one sprint.

But he can't open this state without limit. He is full today, but he definitely can't last for 10 minutes.

The situation was not good for them. If Brother Chu and the others couldn't help him break the situation in another 15 minutes, he might have to take a risky gamble, and he couldn't go all out when he was finally exhausted.

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

It is impossible for these bronze pillars to catch up with his speed when he is on the ground, but he can't hit him head-on when he is intercepting in the air. The huge mass means strong kinetic energy. If he is hit head-on, it will be better than Norton. Knives are worse things.

He turned sideways and quickly stepped on the side of the bronze pillar, turned around and turned Hei Xuan horizontally in front of him, blocking the knife that was pressed between his eyebrows.

The broken hair in front of the forehead gave off a scorched breath in front of the scorching blade, and the heat wave that hit the face was enough to cause high-level burns to ordinary mixed races!
boom--

Lu Chen fell to the ground, leaving deep footprints on the bronze ground. He had no chance to take a breath. Norton's speed was not inferior to him, rather faster than him.

The pitch-black blade counterattacked and once again intersected with the fury. Lu Chen held the hilt of the knife with one hand and rested on the back of Heixuan's knife with the other, like a king holding a tripod.

The black combat uniform swelled to the extreme, and the gnarled muscles and bones were screaming.

Grit your teeth!

Keep an eye on your opponent!

Let the soul live forever!
There can be no flaws in the slightest, otherwise the next moment will be torn apart by the tyranny of the king in front of you!

Almost instinctively, the moment Lu Chen lowered his body, he released his left foot, and the huge black black seemed to turn into a light scimitar in his hand. He twisted his waist, exerted force and released his left and right hands, and the sense of layering was like that of the sea. The waves, ups and downs.

The second form of Taiji sword technique - tide.

Lu Chen rarely uses this kind of move, because using this kind of move often means that he has lost strength in the fight, and he has no choice but to face the opponent head-on.

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

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

At this moment, no matter whether it is speed or strength, he is completely suppressed. The only place where he can have an advantage is his natural superior intuition, and the many fighting skills he has learned through studying.

But for a reckless man, it is very aggrieved to fight without being able to go straight.

Norton looked at this human youth, in the absolute trough, he took a top-down knife from him, and slipped away like a loach, while the fury was stuck in the ground, a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes, and the pace of chasing All slowed down.

How can such peak fighting skills be possessed by humans, and it is still a young human being.

…………

Outside the Bronze King City, in the Inuit village, the villagers looked nervously at the trembling and roaring Bronze City, and many people knelt down to pray.

Among the villagers kneeling at the head of the village, they suddenly heard the sound of uniform footsteps. They looked up and saw a group of bronze soldiers coming out of the gate opened by the Bronze City.

These are the bronze soldiers activated after the self-defense mechanism of the Bronze City was activated. These soldiers also have their own assigned responsibilities. Those in the city are responsible for blocking the enemy. Soldiers, their 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 them at this time, but there was no army of ancient princes outside, nor was there an attack from a giant dragon.

These bronze soldiers are dead, but they are not dead, because they are infused with living spirits, and these living beings also have desires after being activated. Without enemies, how can they be bloodthirsty?
Seeing this scene, the Inuit people lowered their heads again, knelt on the ground and prayed more devoutly, because it was the arrival of a new envoy from the city of God.

The elderly village head looked at this scene, and walked forward anxiously, "Get up, what are you doing kneeling!?"

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

A middle-aged Inuit man said with some doubts.

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

Someone couldn't help but blame the village chief.

"Yes, yes, the city of God has been peaceful and peaceful for so many years. It was only after they came that there was such a big commotion. The gods must be furious. What if we don't have a harvest this year!?"

Someone agreed.

"That's right, we can't let a family continue to inherit the position of village head. The old guy is already confused, and he will kill us!"

"..."

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

Looking at the ugly faces of these people, the old village chief couldn't believe that these were the hardworking and kind people of the tribe in the past, and they were a little unsteady in anger, but it was Phyllis who ran over to support him.

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

Phyllis reassured.

But someone pointed at her and cursed, "It's you who brought those plague gods into the village! This year's sacrifice should be chosen by the envoy of God!"

The old village chief took two steps forward, swung his cane, and hit the man in the face with a stick, causing several teeth to roll to the ground with blood.

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

The old village chief's beard was trembling with anger.

The man got up from the ground and said with a sneer, "The daughter of the village chief's family must die. When my daughter was sent away last year, everyone was relieved."

The old village chief hit him with a stick again, and said angrily, "That's why I hit you. You are kneeling here, are you worthy of your dead daughter!?"

Qiaobas said: "What can we do? It is a tradition to regenerate without the blessing of the gods. How can we have the qualifications to live in such a beautiful and warm village?"

The other Inuit also nodded when they heard the words.

At this time, the group of bronze soldiers lined up in three rows and reached the head of the village. The Inuit knelt down and shouted, "Welcome to the envoy of God."

They hope to appease the wrath of God with a pious attitude, and not let the wrath of God spread to them.

A cyan knife flashed, and the head of an Inuit kneeling at the front rolled to the ground. Blood sprayed out due to the pressure of the carotid artery, staining the scattered white snow on the ground red.

The other Inuit were shocked, but they didn't dare to move rashly. They just knelt down again, "Please calm down the anger of the gods."

The bronze soldiers didn't respond, they just mechanically slaughtered all "enemies" who invaded from outside the city

Bronze knives rose and fell, and heads flew away. The Inuit trembled, but no one dared to get up.

The old village chief's eyes were red when he saw this scene, and he said angrily: "Don't you understand! These are not angels at all, they are here to kill people, why don't you run away!"

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

"The knives are on your necks, do you still kneel down and pray? You think that the gods protect us, but you haven't even thought about what we are!"

The old village chief roared angrily, the Inuit fell silent, and another group of people fell down.

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

In their world, it is worth being happy if you are a boy when you are born, because girls have to live in fear.

Every year, tribute and sacrifices are paid in the village, but other than that, isn't life pretty good?

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

Presumably, the Inuit who escaped from the rebellion should have froze to death on the ice sheet. No one can survive in such a cold place. How could their life be better than ours who are blessed by the gods?
"Clan people, look at what this is, do you really think that the development of the world is stagnant!"

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

"How many years, thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years!? The outside is already 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 are made in the factory called factory. places, hundreds of thousands of cans can be produced in a day through machines that work automatically!"

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

(End of this chapter)