The Viking girl Beatrice first used the stone bench outside the chief's longhouse as a stepping stone, jumped to the roof in one step, then turned around and pounced towards the cyan feathered flying dragon swooping down from the sky.
Beatrice had never held a shield from the beginning, and she held a heavy double-headed steel ax tightly with both hands. Amidst the roar, she made her body act like a bearing, dragging the giant ax and slashing down hard! p>
Although she is young, having just turned 16, as a Viking child, she started learning how to fight when she was four or five years old when she could hold a wooden sword. Facing such a magnificent scene, Beatrice not only
There was no fear or nervousness at all. Instead, I felt that the blood in my whole body was boiling and burning. The giant ax in my hand was even more handy than usual.
"Ang——!"
Beatrice's giant ax struck directly at the nose of the flying dragon covered with cyan feathers. A large amount of blood burst out instantly. The flying dragon screamed, and the flesh and blood separated by the ax blade were almost peeled off. You could almost see it.
Among them is the ferocious upper jaw.
Beatrice's ax blade was firmly embedded inside. Beatrice was unwilling to give up the weapon and could only follow the flying dragon's struggle and sway left and right.
But this also aroused the ferocity of the flying dragon. Its chameleon-like pupils were like periscopes adjusting its direction. It stared at Beatrice hanging in mid-air, and its mouth made a metallic crunching sound of "Click!", and then suddenly a
A ball of roaring flames spurted out from the throat!
"Ah!"
The hot breath sprayed on Beatrice's body, and Beatrice couldn't help but scream.
But thankfully, the wound she made was indeed deep enough, and the flying dragon was bleeding profusely, extinguishing most of the breath. In addition, the physical fitness of the girl born on the Spirit Island was extremely tough, so for her, this breath was
It's probably just like an ordinary person being splashed with boiling water.
The pain is indeed painful to the bone marrow. But there is no real fatal injury.
As the daughter of a Viking, Beatrice was in pain, bathed in the blood of the flying dragon and the scalding hot steam, and opened her eyes again. The ferocity and madness in her eyes actually looked more like a beast than the flying dragon.<
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"Drink--!!"
At this time, Beatrice still did not let go of the giant ax in her hand. Even as the flying dragon raised its head, she used the strength to do a backflip, and actually jumped directly on top of the flying dragon's head, taking her giant ax away from her.
The flesh and bones were dug out, bringing up large pieces of flesh and blood, flying into the air.
Beatrice ignored the flying dragon's struggle, not to mention the ascent. She was just like rock climbing in the steep mountains when she was a child, galloping on the flying dragon's back as if walking on flat ground.
"Poof!" "Click!" "Poof!"
The giant ax was used by Beatrice like a pickaxe to mine ore, digging and digging on the back of the blue-feathered flying dragon. The flesh and blood that were dug out were scattered around with the crazy and desperate breathing of the flying dragon. The scene of the battle.
At one point it was like going through fireworks.
"Ang——!" The flying dragon and the girl were fighting with each other loudly, and Qingyu Feilong had completely fallen into despair.
Beatrice was really lucky. Her breath was blocked by blood, and her tenacious will even allowed her to climb onto the back of the flying dragon that was difficult to reach. In this way, the offensive was reversed, from a primitive man with a long bow and a sharp blade facing a bomber, to a
Captain America dismantles a fighter jet.
"Click!"
With the final crisp sound of the bones being split open, the Green Feather Flying Dragon finally lost all vitality.
Its head, which was originally held high, drooped limply, and then the entire dragon body no longer had any lift. After a short period of inertial buffering, it suddenly fell!
Beatrice stood unsteadily on the dragon's back, and as the flying dragon fell, its body also rotated. Beatrice could only roll and crawl toward the dragon's belly like stepping on wheels.
She wanted the flying dragon to be a buffer when she fell to the ground. Even if it wasn't necessarily safe, it would at least be much better than hitting the solid ground herself.
However, when Beatrice glanced down nervously, her legs felt a little weak.
This...this is too high!
In fact, the flying dragon itself did not fly particularly high during the battle. However, the Viking tribe lived on the mountainside. As the flying dragon climbed diagonally, it left the original mountain with the most abundant resources and came to the sky above the flat valley.
Increased the altitude.
At this time, Beatrice was at least hundreds of meters away from the ground. At such a height, not to mention using the body of a flying dragon as a cushion, even using the same volume of cotton, coupled with the physical fitness of the Vikings, it would still be a narrow escape.
……
Beatrice said to herself with some reluctance and helplessness: "In the end, is it just one for one?"
As she spoke, she looked at the sky in the direction of the tribe. A dense group of dragons were hovering high in the sky, as if they were covered by dark clouds. There were almost no shortage of them.
At this moment, a red light passed by itself, and Beatrice could almost feel her burned skin trembling with the buzz of the red light.
In Beatrice's stunned eyes, the blazing red sword light seemed to split the sky, forcibly separating a blue light from the sky from the dense group of dragons.
No...not just flying dragons.
During the fall, adrenaline was secreted along with the skin's burning and painful hormones, and even time seemed to slow down, allowing Beatrice to observe some details more clearly.
In the sky above the dragons, there are actually dark clouds... However, that sword light even split the clouds high in the sky!
Beatrice was in a trance, unable to hold on to the feathers of the green-feathered flying dragon, and separated from the flying dragon, facing the falling wind and falling freely.
It's over.
This is the only thought left in Beatrice's mind.
Without the flying dragon as a cushion, if you hit the hard sea of Iceland, you will definitely be physically shattered into pieces. You will die without a whole body, and the appearance of your death will probably not be much better than that of a mosquito that was swatted to death.
However, at this moment, Beatrice felt a warm wind from below.
Beatrice was surprised, even her eyes widened in horror.
Because she was facing down at the moment and could see clearly... On another mountain top not far away, that man, the man who could kill countless flying dragons and split the clouds and sky with one sword, swung out towards her
A sword!
Beatrice thought to herself, didn't she die from falling, but died from this man's sword like the chief?
She only had time to think of this, and Beatrice finally discovered that what the other party waved was no longer the terrifying red light, but a soft white light.
Beatrice's entire body fell into the white light, and her vision was all soft, as if she had fallen into a dream of feathers and cotton.
Even the body has gone from falling uncontrollably to becoming light and airy, as if ascending to the clouds.
Are you dead?
Beatrice was a little confused.
Then when her vision became clear again, she was surprised to find that she was sliding diagonally into the top of the mountain closest to her, as if on a slide, along a white air current.
Facing this scene, Zhang Zicheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, fortunately, I am in a low dimension, otherwise ordinary Qi-training monks would not be able to achieve this level. At least they must quickly complete the foundation building of the golden elixir.
But he is a low-dimensional person after all. Although the spiritual energy absorbed by Zhang Zicheng is also low-dimensional, after being circulated and digested in his body, what is condensed is Zhang Zicheng's own high-dimensional true energy. Correspondingly, the exchange ratio is larger. p>
This kind of replacement reaction of refining low-dimensional spiritual energy and directly upgrading it into high-dimensional true energy can be said to have come out of nowhere. Zhang Zicheng suspected that he must have accidentally exploited a bug to be able to do this kind of thing.
All in all, based on the quality of high-dimensional Qi, the weight of a low-dimensional person is as light as a kitten. As a Qi-training monk, it is normal to be able to save a kitten falling from the sky.<
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However, being able to do so with such ease is thanks to the wishful force, which can accurately control the movement of Qi from a long distance. Otherwise, no matter how powerful the general Qi training monk is, he can only control the Qi one meter away from the body at most.
Only in the golden elixir period can he control drone slime as he pleases like Zhang Zicheng does now.
Zhang Zicheng looked at Beatrice, who had fallen at his feet. Her face was covered with steamed dragon blood, and she looked like a dirty naughty child.
Her blond hair was tied into a braid, and she obviously didn't take care of it very often. If you really want to describe it, this blond hair not only did not make her look noble, but it looked like plaiting straw and wearing it on her head as a wig.
It's just that all these bad conditions are set off by her own appearance, which makes her look wild and cute instead of slovenly.
She is indeed a very beautiful girl.
Zhang Zicheng made a silent comment in his mind, then looked at the other person's unhealthy pink complexion and said softly: "It looks like a burn... Fortunately, it's not serious."
As he spoke, Zhang Zicheng raised his hand and used the simple healing technique that had been modified from the cultivation world in recent days.
The principle of this healing technique is very transparent. It is to give the body's own self-healing mechanism function and rapid stimulation, using true energy as nourishment to provide energy.
However, as the most basic spell, it naturally has many limitations. For example, it has no solution for diseases that cannot be solved by the human body's self-healing, which means that it has nothing to do with the flesh and bones of the living dead. Secondly, in order to avoid overdrafting the human body's functions,
Its therapeutic effect is not exaggerated. It is roughly equivalent to a hundred days of convalescence for a normal person with complete nutrition and a healthy work schedule.
But this level of healing is more than enough to deal with a simple burn like Beatrice's.
Almost instantly, Beatrice felt that her skin, which had been like a knife when the wind blew, softened and no longer stung.
The previous pain was forcibly suppressed by adrenaline under the threat of imminent death. In fact, Beatrice was also in great pain.
At this time, an extremely soft white light enveloped her. Beatrice was even surprised to find that she felt full when she was bathed in the white light.
Infinite warmth gushed out from her limbs, which was more comfortable than soaking in a hot spring. She wanted to fall asleep here right away.
It's just that the happy time is always short-lived. Although the treatment lasted for more than ten minutes, for those who enjoyed it, it was as short as ten seconds. Beatrice felt that the warmth had completely subsided, and she
Facing the cold wind of Iceland again.
Beatrice opened a pair of big green eyes. She stared closely at the man in front of her, her lips trembled a few times, and finally she couldn't help but said: "Are you... a god?"
Although the Vikings have also seen the magic of the Rouma people, that magic has its limits. To be honest, in the eyes of the Vikings, it is more like a clown's tricks and can only be reduced to an object of ridicule.
But the man in front of me... separated the sky and the flying dragon with a wave of his hand. A gentle contact could relieve all the pain of body and spirit.
Aren't strength and compassion the greatest elements for mortals to create gods?
Zhang Zicheng turned around, looked at this cute little girl, couldn't help but smile and said: "God? I'm standing in front of you, you can see and touch it, so I'm not a god."
These words made Beatrice a little confused. She obviously had never gone to school and could not write. But because of this, there was not much deep-rooted knowledge in her consciousness, and she acted more instinctively.m
Since the powerful man in front of me says he is not a god, he probably really isn’t.
However, this did not affect Beatrice's shock and awe at this man's strength when she saw the densely packed flying dragon corpses at the foot of the mountain.
In just ten minutes, the flying dragon disaster in Iceland was completely over.
At least 60% of the flying dragons stay on the island forever, letting their flesh and blood become the nourishment of the island's ecology.
Because Beatrice was undergoing treatment, she did not see the subsequent scene of corpses raining from the sky, but just by seeing most of Iceland covered in blood, she could roughly imagine what a miraculous scene it was. p>
Worried about her family's safety, Beatrice solemnly thanked Zhang Zicheng and hurried down the mountain.
On the way down the mountain, Wu Yuansha Zhi happened to pass by Beatrice.
Beatrice didn't react at all. The other person was normal here. Wu Yuanshazhi was stunned. She didn't expect to see someone else coming down the mountain. She obviously didn't see the other person going up the mountain.
Wu Yuansha Zhi was also covered in blood at this time. She had just successfully killed two flying dragons and was unscathed. She was not as embarrassed as Beatrice.
If it were in the past, looking at her own record, and then looking at Zhang Zicheng's record, she might still feel sour in her heart. But now and now, she has already calmly accepted the fact that the other party must be a certain god, so there is only a faint sense of pride in her heart.
and reverence.
Due to the language barrier between the two parties, the two of them only had Beatrice nodding towards Wu Yuansha Zhi, but other than that there was no other communication.
When Wu Yuanshazhi arrived at the top of the mountain, she respectfully performed the martial arts ceremony, placed the sword on her right hand, knelt down on one knee, lowered her head like a humble ninja and said: "Master Sichen, the remaining flying dragons have been scattered.
You have escaped, and there are no survivors of the flying dragons killed by your sword energy. What do you plan to do with the bodies of those flying dragons?"
After all, those flying dragons were killed by Zhang Zicheng, so he naturally had absolute power to dispose of them. Even without any communication, both the Vikings and the Black Ship Samurai had reached a tacit agreement.
However, everyone also knows that this power of disposal does not come from whoever contributes and gets the benefits, but from being truly shocked by the power that is like a miracle and not daring to take a step forward.
However, it was useless for Zhang Zicheng to ask for the corpses of those flying dragons. After thinking for a while, he said: "Leave me two flying dragons that look normal. I want to have a taste. You can deal with the others as you wish."<
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Wu Yuan Shazhi bowed her head deeply and said respectfully: "Yes, Lord Si Chen."
Although there were many details that could still be asked, Wuyuan Saori just quietly retreated, as if she had made the arduous climb up the mountain just to ask a question.
She understands that this gentleman doesn't care about trivial matters, so she has to use her subjective initiative as a subordinate to take the initiative to eliminate all troubles for him.