After three days, Zhuoao's footsteps began to slow down.

Now the direction he has obtained is Wudang Mountain, without Xu Da's drag, with Zhuo Ao's speed, even without the help of props, but with his current footsteps, even if it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, within five days, he can completely reach Wudang Mountain, but now, he has to slow down.

At the beginning, in the secret realm of Mr. Zombie, he saw the warlords separating, the invaders running rampant, and the people living in poverty, at that time, he already felt that it was a catastrophe in China.

And now, it is also on this land that Zhuo Ao truly understands what hell on earth is.

In the last years of the Mengyuan Dynasty, the ruling class had become decaying, and as far as they could see, thousands of miles of barrenness, even the occasional sporadic human gathering place had become numb under the oppression of various harsh governments, and even in the face of the butcher's knife cut by the enemy, there was only numbness left in their eyes.

The Mongols have spent nearly a hundred years and used their own practice to prove the disadvantages of governing the country by force, discrimination and polarization between races, and constantly excite and push the contradictions that already have huge cracks to push to a limit.

The current Yuan Dynasty, in Zhuo Ao's view, is completely a huge volcano, the people have been oppressed by the Mengyuan aristocracy, squeezed to the extreme, the factor of resistance in the bones is quietly germinating, now what is owed is just an introduction, a fuse, when this fuse is ignited, the seemingly prosperous Mongol Empire, will be completely to the end, even if the current emperor has the intention to alleviate this contradiction, but the pent-up emotions of hundreds of years have reached the point where it is difficult to resolve, not to mention, the internal struggle for power and profit in the Mengyuan Dynasty, Intrigues, as the emperor, he must also take care of the emotions of the Mengyuan nobles, and the emperor himself does not have enough prestige to suppress these contradictions, so the demise of the Mongol dynasty is already predictable.

But even if he knew this, when he saw those Mongol soldiers treating the people with cruel methods, Zhuo Ao still couldn't really ignore it, just like in the world of Mr. Zombie, he couldn't ignore the invasion of those powers.

Further afield, it's the Wudang Mountain Boundary, right?

Zhuo Ao took out a map from his arms, and for this rough map, Zhuo Ao could only barely find his general direction and the general direction of the target from it.

The further south you go, the less evil the Mongols do, maybe it has really decayed to a certain extent, although the Mongols are rich in the world, but only these phenomena, it can also be seen that Mongolia's control over the south has been a little powerless, and the whip is beyond the reach of the whip, and even now there have been rebellions in some places, although the scale is not large, but these rebel armies are like tinder, as long as the time is ripe, they can turn into a prairie fire and sweep the world!

A fire that ignites the prairies?

For some reason, Zhuo Ao was suddenly a little touched, and seemed to have caught a hint of understanding, and his marksmanship, which had not improved for a long time, seemed to be faintly showing signs of a breakthrough.

The next realm of grandmaster-level marksmanship, the great consummation of marksmanship!

Zhuo Ao's eyes lit up with a touch of brilliance, and his skills were exhausted, and he seemed to be about to reach that realm.

That touch didn't last long, and the breakthrough was naturally in vain, but Zhuo Ao seemed to have found some direction.

"Stinky girl, don't run!"

In the distance, in the rumbling sound of horses' hooves, the half-baked official dialect was shouted out of the rough voice, Zhuo Ao raised his eyes, and saw a somewhat dazzling red figure floating by like a red cloud at the foot of a mountain in the distance, with a bit of youth and vitality.

Behind her, a whirlwind of knights, scimitars, bows and arrows, and horses also represented their identity, the Mongol Iron Horseman.

Looking at the bright red figure, Zhuo Ao was slightly stunned, and a look of longing flashed in his eyes.

Bud, no, it should be called Xiao Zhao, right?

Xiao Zhao's light skills are good, even if his feet are bound by heavy black iron chains, his speed is still not slow, and in a moment, he has already run to Zhuo Ao's side, looking at Zhuo Ao standing in place and looking at himself in a daze, and said angrily: "Stupid, don't you run quickly?" ”

A sucker?

Zhuo Ao looked at Xiao Zhao, and then looked at the rapidly approaching Mongolian iron horseman, his gaze suddenly became cold, no matter what the reason, chasing her is a crime!

A heavy oppressive force diffused with Zhuo Ao's gradually cold face.

"Rhythm of the Season~"

As if encountering a fierce beast, the running war horse suddenly let out a neighing, coiled in Zhuo Ao's ten zhang away, and did not move forward, no matter how the fierce Mongolian knight on the horseback scolded, he did not want to take a step forward, and even many war horses fell directly to the ground, looking at Zhuo Ao in horror.

"Who are you? The government arrests the key criminal, get out of the way immediately! The knight on horseback naturally saw Zhuo Ao, and could feel the strong sense of oppression on Zhuo Ao's body, his eyes sank, and he was probably used to being strong when dealing with the Han people, even if he knew that the other party was likely to be difficult to provoke at this moment, he didn't think about retreating.

"Do you want to commit it?" Zhuo Ao looked at the shackles that bound Xiao Zhao's feet, frowned, and said, "You know Persian?" ”

"How does Childe know?" Xiao Zhaoyan, who was being looked at by Zhuo Ao, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, blurted out subconsciously, and then reacted and looked at Zhuo Ao vigilantly.

"Then come with me." If she knows Persian, she can help her translate the martial arts on the Holy Fire Order, which seems to be a good reason to keep her by her side.

Xiao Zhao naturally couldn't be willing to go with a person who had just met for less than a minute, his smart eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "It's okay to go with Gongzi, but these people are ......" Looking at the Mongolian knight with a slightly dark face, Xiao Zhao looked embarrassed.

"Well said." Zhuo Ao flicked his fingers, several cards flew out with a low scream, Zhuo Ao didn't even look at it at all, in Xiao Zhao's stunned gaze, he only felt a vague afterimage in that group of Mongolian cavalry, and then, not long ago, the eyes of the Mongolian knight who had a fierce face became dull.

A dazzling crimson lit up from the center of a knight's neck, and then quickly turned into a line of blood, spreading towards the ends of the neck, followed by an endless blood red that seemed to fill the entire world.

Blood flowers, and heads flying in the sky.

Xiao Zhao is also well-informed, among the Ming Sect, the White-eyed Eagle King, the Blue Winged Bat King, and the Five Elements Banner Master are all top masters, but he has never seen someone who can present killing people as art in front of people.

It's art, but it's the cruelest art in the world, the blood flowers that bloom at the moment when the blood sprays, if it weren't for the pungent smell of blood and the head shot up by the blood, it would definitely be the most beautiful picture Xiao Zhao had ever seen, but after the beauty of the moment, what finally appeared was a bloody hell.

"Now, you can come with me." As if doing a trivial thing, these Mongolian cavalry may be considered elite, and even in terms of strength, they are no longer under the Yangmen Tiger General summoned by Zhuo Ao, but that's all, as the peak powerhouse of the day after tomorrow who has killed the Holy Domain, many times, no matter how many people there are, in his eyes, they are just a dense number of ants.

"I ......" Xiao Zhao looked at Zhuo Ao cautiously, and unconsciously took two steps back: "The little girl still has some important things, and she wants to go to Wudang Mountain, I'm afraid she will live up to the kindness of the son." ”

No one wants to stay with a demon king who kills people without blinking, and Xiao Zhao naturally doesn't want to.

"Really?" Zhuo Ao's gaze fell on the shackles on Xiao Zhao's feet.

"Darksteel?" A card appeared in his hand, no matter which version of the Heavenly Dragon Slayer, this dark iron shackle can only be cut by the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer, and it is rare to encounter it today, and he wants to give it a try.

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Xiao Zhao watched the piece of paper that killed hundreds of Mongolian soldiers appear at this moment, and he only felt that the whole person was not good, and he retreated again and again.

"Open!"

With a wave of his hand, the cards flew out, and the precise slash was on the shackles, making a piercing impact sound, and Xiao Zhao subconsciously closed his eyes.

Zhuo Ao looked at the cards that were scrapped in the impact, leaving only a shallow mark on the shackles, his eyebrows raised, and the dragon pattern gun in his hand was shaken.

"It's useless." At this moment, Xiao Zhao saw Zhuo Ao's movements, and his heart was relieved a lot, and when he saw this, he shook his head and said: "Except for the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slaying Knife, in this world, no weapon can break it." ”

"Really?" Zhuo Ao was unmoved when he heard this, but his eyes gradually became sharp, falling in Xiao Zhao's eyes, Zhuo Ao at this moment was like a peerless sword out of the sheath, which made people dare not look directly.

"Ding~"

Unable to see how Zhuo Ao made a move, Xiao Zhao only felt the shackles on his feet tremble, and then returned to calm, and then, Xiao Zhao looked at the shackles that were broken from the middle in surprise.

"Thank you, Childe!" Xiao Zhao had an undisguised look of surprise on his face.

"It's a pity." Zhuo Ao looked at the blunt dragon pattern gun head in his hand in a daze, and was a little stunned, this gun was his first real gun, but it was scrapped at the moment, and it seemed that he was going to rebuild a new one.

"It's already very good, Xiao Zhao knows for the first time that in addition to the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife, there are also weapons that can cut off the chains made of Xuantie, and this alone is enough to call Childe's gun a divine soldier!" Xiao Zhao said with a look of surprise.

Divine soldiers?

Zhuo Ao shook his head, although the texture of the dragon pattern gun is good, it is obviously not a short distance from the divine soldier, and it can cut through the dark iron, it is because of his own internal force in marksmanship, which is enough to make the dragon pattern gun to a large extent, make up for the lack of material.

"Next!"

"What is this?" Xiao Zhao looked at the metal piece in his hand suspiciously, and looked at Zhuo Ao inexplicably.

"**, in this world, there is no lock that it can't open."

"Huh?"

Xiao Zhao is very smart, after a few attempts, he found the trick and untied the shackles, but he looked at Zhuo Ao's eyes with a little resentment, obviously there is such a convenient thing, why should he scare himself?

It's really like!

After all, it is played by one person, although the personalities of the two different movies will be different, but the charm hidden in the depths of the soul is strikingly similar.