"Drink!"

Using the stone bench outside the chieftain's house as a pedal, the Viking maiden Beatrice leapt to the rooftop, then turned and pounced on the cyan feathered dragon that swooped down in the air.

Beatrice, who had never held a shield in the first place, clutched a heavy double-headed steel axe in both hands, and in the roar of rage, she let her body resemble a bearing, dragging the giant axe and slashing it down!

Although she was not very old, she had just turned 16 years old, but as a Viking child, she began to learn how to fight at the age of four or five. At this time, in the face of such a magnificent scene, Beatrice not only did not have the slightest fear and nervousness, but felt that the blood in her whole body was boiling and burning, and the giant axe in her hand was more handy than usual.

"Ang ——!"

Beatrice's giant axe slashed straight at the nose of the wyvern covered in cyan feathers, and in an instant, a large amount of blood burst out, and the wyvern screamed, and the flesh separated by the axe blade was almost peeled off, and the hideous upper jaw bone could almost be seen.

And Beatrice's axe blade is firmly embedded in it. Beatrice was reluctant to give up her weapon, so she could only sway left and right as the wyvern struggled.

But this also aroused the ferocity of the wyvern, its chameleon-like pupils like a periscope adjusting its direction, staring at Beatrice hanging in mid-air, and its mouth let out a 'click!' There was a crisp crack in the metal, and a thud of flame erupted from his throat!

"Ahh

A fiery breath spewed out on Beatrice's body, and Beatrice couldn't help but let out a scream.

But thankfully, the wound she cut was deep enough that the wyvern's blood flowed profusely, extinguishing most of her breath. In addition, the girl born in Lingdao has an extremely tough physical fitness, and this breath is probably just equivalent to an ordinary person being splashed with boiling water for her.

It hurts, it does hurt to the bone marrow. But when it comes to real fatal wounds, there is none.

As the daughter of the Vikings, Beatrice bathed in the blood of the wyvern and the hot steam, reopened her eyes, and the ferocity and madness in her eyes seemed more like a beast than the wyvern.

"Drink, ah——!!"

At this time, Beatrice still did not let go of the giant axe in her hand, and even with the head of the wyvern, she took advantage of a backflip and jumped directly on top of the wyvern's head, and even dug her giant axe out of the flesh and bones, bringing up a large piece of flesh and blood, and splashed in the air.

Beatrice spites no less about the dragon's struggles, and even less about the climb, she gallops on the dragon's back as if she were walking on the ground like she was a child climbing in a steep mountain.

"Poof!" "Click!" "Poof!"

The giant axe was dug and dug on the back of the green feather wyvern like a pickaxe to extract ore, and the flesh and blood that was dug out were sprinkled around with the wyvern's desperate breath, and the battle scene once seemed to be carried out in fireworks.

"Ang ——!" The battle between the flying dragon and the girl, one race and one loud voice, the green feather flying dragon has completely fallen into despair.

Beatrice was lucky enough to be able to breathe out a breath of blood, and her tenacity allowed her to climb even the dragon's hard-to-reach back. In this way, the offensive was reversed, and the primitive man with a longbow and sharp blade faced the bomber to Captain America dismantled the fighter.

"Click!"

With the last crisp sound of bones being split, the Blue Feather Wyvern finally lost all its vitality.

Its originally high head hung down softly, and then the entire dragon body no longer had any lift, and after a short inertia buffer, it suddenly fell!

Beatrice was unsteady on the dragon's back, and as the dragon fell, its body spun, and Beatrice could only roll into the dragon's belly as if she were stepping on a wheel.

She wanted the Wyvern to be a cushion when she fell, if not necessarily safer, but at least it was better than hitting the ground solidly.

However, when Beatrice looked down nervously, her legs went limp.

This...... That's too high!

In fact, the flying dragon itself did not fly particularly high during the battle. However, the Viking tribe already lived on the mountainside, and the flying dragon climbed diagonally, but it left the original mountain with the most abundant resources, came to the sky above Pinggu, and opened the altitude.

At this time, Beatrice was at least a hundred meters away from the ground. At such a height, not to mention using the corpse of the flying dragon as a cushion, it is to take the same volume of cotton, coupled with the physical fitness of the Vikings, it is also a life of nine deaths......

Beatrice muttered to herself with some unwillingness and helplessness: "As a result, is it just one for one?" ”

As she spoke, she looked at the sky in the direction of the tribe, and the dense group of dragons hovered high in the sky, as if the clouds covered the top, and the number was almost not small.

At that moment, a red light passed by her, and Beatrice could feel her burned skin trembling with the hum of the red light.

In Beatrice's stunned gaze, the blazing red sword light seemed to split the sky, forcibly separating a blue light from the dense dragon group.

No...... It's not just dragons.

During the fall, adrenaline was accompanied by the secretion of burning pain hormones from the skin, and even time seemed to slow down, allowing Beatrice to see some details more clearly.

In the sky above the dragons, there are actually real dark clouds...... However, that sword light even split the clouds in the sky!

In a trance, Beatrice failed to grasp the feathers on the green feather wyvern for a while, and separated from the wyvern by mistake, welcoming the falling wind in free fall.

It's over.

It was the only thought left in Beatrice's mind.

Without a flying dragon as a cushion, if you smash yourself on the hard sea of Iceland, you will definitely be crushed in the physical sense, and you will die without a corpse, and the death will probably not be much better than the mosquito that was struck to death.

However, at this moment, Beatrice felt a warm wind from below.

Beatrice's eyes widened in surprise, even horror.

Because she was now face down, she could see clearly...... On the top of another mountain not far away, the man, the man who could slash countless flying dragons with a single sword, splitting the clouds and the sky, swung a sword at himself!

Beatrice thought to herself, didn't she die by the fall, but by the man's sword like the chieftain?

Before she could think of this, Beatrice finally realized that what the other party was swinging out was no longer the terrifying red light, but a soft white light.

Beatrice's whole body fell into the white light, and her vision was soft, as if she had fallen into a dream of feathers and cotton.

Even the body has changed from an uncontrollable fall to a light and fluttering, like going up to the clouds.

Is this a death for yourself?

Beatrice was at a loss.

Then, when her vision became clear again, she was surprised to find that she was sliding diagonally down a white air stream into the top of the nearest mountain as if she were riding a slide.

Zhang Zicheng was also relieved in the face of this scene.

Fortunately, I was in a low-dimensional situation, otherwise ordinary Qi cultivators would not be able to do this level, at least they would have to quickly consummate the foundation of the Golden Pill.

But after all, he is a low-dimensional person, although the aura absorbed by Zhang Zicheng is also low-dimensional, but after being digested in his own body, what is condensed is the high-dimensional true qi that belongs to Zhang Zicheng, correspondingly, that is, the exchange ratio is larger.

This kind of replacement reaction of refining the low-dimensional spiritual qi and directly upgrading it to the high-dimensional true qi can be said to have come out of nowhere, and Zhang Zicheng suspects that he can only do this kind of thing by inadvertently drilling a bug.

All in all, in terms of the quality of the high-dimensional true qi, the weight of a low-dimensional person is as light as a kitten. As a Qi cultivator, it is normal to be able to save a kitten that fell from the sky.

However, to be able to lift weights like this, it is still thanks to the Wishing Power, which can accurately control the operation of True Qi from a distance. Otherwise, no matter how powerful an ordinary Qi cultivator is, he can only control the True Qi one meter away from his body at most, and it is really not until the Jindan period that he can control the drone slime as much as Zhang Zicheng is doing now.

Zhang Zicheng looked at Beatrice who slipped at his feet, the other party's face was covered with steaming dragon blood, and he looked like a dirty bear child.

Her blonde hair was tied into braids, apparently not very often, and it was not only not noble for her, but like a wig that she had braided with straw and put on her head.

It's just that all these bad conditions, set off by her own appearance, seem to be a kind of wild cuteness, rather than sloppy.

She is indeed a very beautiful little girl.

Zhang Zicheng silently commented in his heart, then looked at the other party's unhealthy pink complexion, and said softly: "It's like a burn...... Fortunately, it's not serious. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Zicheng raised his hand, and the simple healing technique that had been transformed from the demon of the cultivation realm in the past few days was cast.

The principle of this healing technique is very transparent, that is, it gives the human body its own self-healing mechanism function and rapid stimulation, and uses true qi as nourishment to provide energy.

However, as the most basic spell, it naturally has many limitations. For example, if the human body cannot rely on the human body to heal the disease, it has no way, that is, it has nothing to do with the flesh and bones of the living dead. Secondly, in order to avoid overdrawing the human body's functions, its therapeutic effect is not exaggerated, which is roughly equivalent to a hundred days of recuperation when a normal person is fully nourished and healthy.

But this level of healing is more than enough to deal with a simple burn like Beatrice's.

Almost instantly, Beatrice felt her skin, which had been like a knife when the wind blew, softened and no longer stinged.

The previous pain was forcibly suppressed by adrenaline under the threat of imminent death, and in fact, Beatrice was also very painful.

At this time, an incomparably soft white light enveloped herself, and Beatrice was even surprised to find that she was bathed in white light, and even felt full.

The infinite warmth welled up from her limbs, which was more comfortable than soaking in a hot spring, and she almost wanted to sleep here at once.

It's just that the happy time is always short-lived, although the treatment time also lasted for ten minutes, but for those who enjoyed, it was as short as ten seconds, and Beatrice felt that warmth fully subside, and she faced the cold wind of Iceland again.

Beatrice opened a pair of big turquoise eyes, she stared at the man in front of her tightly, her lips trembled a few times, and finally she couldn't help but speak, "Are you...... God? ”

Although the Vikings had also seen the magic of the Grannies, that magic had a limit, and to be honest, it seemed more like a joke by clowns to the Vikings, and could only be reduced to the object of ridicule.

But the man in front of him ...... With a wave of his hand, he separates the sky from the flying dragon, and a gentle touch can dissolve all the pain of body and mind.

Aren't strength and compassion the greatest elements of mortal creation of gods?

Zhang Zicheng turned his head, looked at this cute little girl, and couldn't help but smile and said, "God? I stand before you, I can see and feel it, so I am not God. ”

This made Beatrice a little confused, she obviously did not go to school and could not write. But because of this, there is not much deep-seated awareness in her consciousness, and more of an instinctive action.

Since the powerful man in front of him said that he was not a god, then probably it was really not.

It's just that this doesn't affect Beatrice's shock and awe of this man's strength when she sees the dense wyvern corpses at the foot of the mountain.

In just ten minutes, the plague of dragons in Iceland has come to an end.

At least sixty percent of the dragons have stayed on the island forever, letting their flesh and blood become the nourishment of the island's ecology.

Beatrice didn't see the rain of corpses in the sky during the treatment, but just seeing most of Iceland covered in blood, she could roughly imagine what a miraculous scene it was.

Worried about the safety of her family, Beatrice thanked Zhang Zicheng in a restrained manner, and hurriedly went down the mountain.

On the way down the mountain, Saori Takemoto happened to pass by Beatrice.

Beatrice didn't react, the other party is normal here, Wu Yuan Saori was stunned, he didn't expect to see others coming down from the mountain, obviously he didn't see the other party going up the mountain.

Saori Takemoto was also covered in blood at this time, she had just managed to kill two wyverns, and she was unharmed, not to make herself as embarrassed as Beatrice.

If it was before, looking at her own record, and then looking at Zhang Zicheng's record, she might still have pantothenic acid in her heart. But now, she has already calmly accepted the fact that the other party must be a god, so there is only a faint pride and reverence in her heart.

Due to the language barrier between the two sides, the two just nodded to Wu Yuan Saori, and there was no more communication between them.

When Saori Wu Yuan came to the top of the mountain, he respectfully performed the martial arts salute, put the Yatai sword on his right hand, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head like a lowly ninja: "Lord Si Chen, the remaining flying dragons have scattered and fled, and the flying dragons killed by your sword qi have no survivors, how do you plan to dispose of the corpses of those flying dragons?" ”

After all, those flying dragons were killed by Zhang Zicheng, and he naturally has the absolute right to dispose of them, even if there is no communication about this, whether it is the Vikings or the black ship warriors, they all tacitly agree.

It's just that everyone also knows that this right to dispose of it does not come from who contributes and who takes the benefits, but is really shocked by the power of a miracle and does not dare to jump into the thunder pool.

However, it was useless for Zhang Zicheng to ask for the corpses of those flying dragons, but after thinking for a while, he said: "Leave me two flying dragons that look normal on the outside, I want to taste them." Handle the rest. ”

Wu Yuan Saori bowed his head deeply and said respectfully: "Yes, Lord Si Chen." ”

Although there are many details that can still be asked, Saori Takemoto just retreated quietly, as if the difficult climb of the mountain was just to ask a word.

She understands that this adult does not care about small things, so she must give full play to her subjective initiative as a subordinate and take the initiative to eliminate all troubles for adults.

(End of chapter)