Gao Jian's matter has finally come to an end.

The blacksmith manipulated the remaining metal, condensed under the high fitness, and then gently lifted it up, slowly floating in the air with the blacksmith, and flew out of the old building.

Dancing Flame had been gone for a while, and the blacksmith's impatience had unconsciously come to his head, and he didn't know if Dancing Flame had fought the Yishen known as Forty-Seven, and who would win and who would lose.

If Forty-Seven were to be taken away, and eventually chose to join the Near-God Army for various reasons, judging by the scattered information available to the blacksmith now, they might have an unprecedented formidable enemy.

The blacksmith finally remembered the moment he saw the frightened look on Dancing Flame's face.

The store manager and blacksmith had analyzed that the Near God Army seemed to have been in a dilemma of insufficient strength of the Divine Warriors recently, and before Gao Jian came to the door, he was preparing to split up with the store manager to find evidence and information.

Now it seems that the forty-seven mentioned on the walkie-talkie may be the reason why he and the store manager are looking for it.

There was nowhere to find the iron shoes, and in mid-air, the blacksmith looked back at Gao Jian, who was unconscious, but he didn't expect a sudden visit from an old friend to lead him in other directions.

This guy has been injected with the Heavenly Lock, I'm afraid he won't wake up in half a day, and of course it is impossible for the blacksmith to take him to the place where the Yishen may be about to fight, which will not only put Gao Jian in danger, but also drag himself down.

The blacksmith had already made up his mind, and he controlled the metal that held him and Gao Jian to slowly fall to the top of a tall building in the city.

This building is more than 100 meters high, about forty or fifty floors, blacksmith Shi Shiran descended from the sky, like a leisurely stroll, if an outsider suddenly sees it, I am afraid that it is really a god descending into the world.

It's a pity that the blacksmith wears a white mask, and his clothes are even more wrinkled and old, which is incompatible with his fairy posture, but makes him more like a weirdo.

The blacksmith gently placed Gao Jian on the ground and withdrew the metal that was holding Gao Jian under him.

"Rest well, old friend. ”

The blacksmith muttered to himself, then gestured to leave, and suddenly turned around and unlocked the metal door on the roof, so that when Gao Jian woke up, he would not be trapped on the roof.

After doing this, the blacksmith finally had no more worries in his heart, he soared into the sky, identified his position in mid-air, and then flew towards Nanjiang Square.

The blacksmith flies because of the close-fitting scale armor on his body, and his ability is like a big hand, which can move freely with the scale armor, and the blacksmith himself is the one who is carried by the scale armor.

Of course, the blacksmith's flight speed was not comparable to that of the left and right and the dancing flames, but the air was unimpeded, there was no detour and congestion to speak of, and the blacksmith soon crossed half of the city.

Before the blacksmith came to Nanjiang Square, he saw several black smoke coming out of an unknown place in front of him, and the sound of car horns and explosions sounding from time to time came faintly from that side, as if something major had happened.

The blacksmith paused in mid-air and looked intently, but unfortunately there were too many buildings, and the black smoke was in three or five different places, and at his current height and distance, he could not see anything.

"It's a pity that that guy isn't here for the rest of his life. The blacksmith muttered, he missed the ability to see everything for the rest of his life.

At this moment, a familiar fire dragon erupted diagonally from somewhere, whistling past and swooping into the air. However, before the blacksmith could follow the direction of the dragon to find the location of the dancing flame, he saw several slender black vines that seemed to wrap around the trunk of a tree, coiling all the way up around the dragon's body.

The dragon was a real eye-catcher, but because of that, any changes on it would be immediately noticeable.

The blacksmith saw that the black, which was originally only a few thin lines, crossed and merged with each other as he walked forward, and when the black extended all the way to the top of the fire dragon, it also happened to wrap the entire fire dragon inside, and not even a trace of fire was revealed.

Before the blacksmith realized what was going on there, the black mass that enveloped the fire dragon was clearly not ready to give the blacksmith time to react. It trembled slightly at a frequency that was difficult to observe with the naked eye, and then collapsed inward abruptly, as if a huge plastic film had suddenly been sucked into a vacuum.

The darkness vanished with the dragon.

The blacksmith was really stunned, he saw this strange scene for the first time, as if the fire dragon was just an illusion in the air, a huge and terrifying soap bubble that would return to nothingness with just a light poke.

"That's ...... What the hell power ......," the blacksmith muttered.

Just as the blacksmith was shocked, a new situation appeared in another direction.

First, there was a loud "bang" that could be heard clearly even if the blacksmith had not yet approached, like a huge explosion.

Immediately afterward, a figure was thrown into the sky by some force, and the blacksmith looked at it carefully, but he could not see it clearly.

He gritted his teeth and decided that whatever lay ahead, he wanted to find out.

The blacksmith lowered his body and weaved from building to building, trying to keep his body hidden in the shadows, out of the limelight.

As the blacksmith flew lower and lower, the vision in front of him became worse, and the blacksmith got closer, but he could not see what was really going on in front of him.

"Bang!"

The second loud bang exploded at low altitude, as if a huge ceremonial flower exploded in mid-air on Chinese New Year's Eve.

As soon as the blacksmith looked up, he saw a figure slashing over his head and slamming into the tall building behind the blacksmith, causing a series of screams in the building.

The figure was very familiar, it seemed to be the person who had just been beaten and flipped in the air a few times, and the blacksmith was startled and dodged and hid in a more hidden place.

It was a long time before the man poked out of the hole he had just smashed out, and the blacksmith peeked and immediately recognized him.

That's Xuan Ling.

In fact, it was not the blacksmith who saw the man's appearance clearly, the blacksmith was too far away, let alone the appearance with his ordinary eyesight, and from his position, he couldn't even recognize whether the other party was a man or a woman.

But the huge Xuanbing armor that still exudes coldness in the autumn sun, the blacksmith will never admit to it.

There is only one person in the entire empire who has this ability, and only Xuan Ling.

Xuan Ling didn't say a word, his whole body was attached to Xuan Ice, making him look as if he had turned into a frost giant.

But this giant was beaten twice in just a short period of time, like a fly.

The blacksmith didn't show up, and Xuan Ling didn't notice the old enemy in a corner below his vision, and the moment he had just endured seemed to be shattered all over his body, even with the protection of ice armor, it was enough to make him spit blood from his mouth.

Xuan Ling felt that there must be a crack somewhere in his body, and he didn't know where, because all the internal organs seemed to have been displaced, and the bones should have been broken.

Xuan Ling's left shoulder was blurred with blood, which was caused by the other party's casual blow, and it was also that moment that smashed him directly into a high-rise building hundreds of meters away. Although it was only a casual one, the dark condensed blow penetrated the ice that was difficult to shatter even the blacksmith's metal, and directly smashed Xuan Ling's shoulder.

But Xuan Ling was lucky enough, if he hadn't dodged quickly, and the other party wouldn't have taken a serious shot, I'm afraid it would be Xuan Ling's head that was rotten at this moment.

The ice armor recondensed, and the chill numbed the wound. But at this moment, Xuan Ling couldn't care about this, he wanted to rush back to the battlefield as soon as possible, because at this time, only Mr. Li and Wuyan fought each other, and I was afraid that someone would be killed in the blink of an eye.

The goal of the three of them was to hold back the enemy until reinforcements arrived, but with Xuan Ling's feelings about all the gods in the Near-God Army and the short battle he had just had, even if more than ten people were present, I am afraid that they might not be able to stop the other party, and if they wanted to stay, they would inevitably kill and wound more than half of them.

That man was so powerful that now it seemed that only the Children of Light who guarded the Imperial City could fight against him.

Xuan Ling staggered out of the gap, and immediately there was ice condensing in mid-air under him, and the ice condensed and disappeared with the rise and fall of Xuan Ling's footsteps, appearing alternately, as if the gods were walking in the void.

But this god-like figure seemed to be seriously injured and dying at this time.