If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

"If you want me to take you flying, senior brother, I can only say that I have let you down." Xia Mi said frustratedly, "With my mastery of the 'Wind King's Eye', the best I can do is glide through the wind. Or create a small tornado, which can only levitate for a short time in flight. And I am still wearing a skirt today."

Are you now concerned about whether you are wearing a skirt?

Chu Zihang silently glanced at Xia Mi's skirt, "I don't need you to fly with me, can you 'launch' the two of us?"

"Launch? Senior brother, do you mean to create a small tornado, compress it, and then blow us away? Like an air cannon?" Xia Mi has a very high level of understanding, and Chu Zihang can understand it at a glance.

"Can it be done? What is the maximum distance it can fly?"

"I'm not sure. I haven't tried it after all, but it should be possible. During the actual test, my word spirit was able to collapse a wall through compressed wind flow."

Chu Zihang silently calculated Xia Mi's weight and his own, nodded and said, "That's enough. Twelve o'clock direction, the gate in the middle of the city gate. After launching, after landing, run directly outside, towards a place with many people. , running for help while running, even if it is a corpse guard, the person who controls it must have written prohibitions on it that cannot be violated, such as similar death rules for doing things in public. "

"It takes time to prepare the spirits, and they may not give us a chance!"

"I'll buy time." Chu Zihang said.

"Senior brother! Your combat power is up to ten geese now, so what can you do to hold them back!"

"What are ten geese?"

"Well, the latest unit of measurement for combat is that one goose is equal to one college student. It is usually used to mock college students for not being able to defeat even one big goose. Senior brother, you can defeat ten college students after training to be stronger."

"Yes." Chu Zihang nodded to show that he understood, "My mobile phone is a special version of the equipment department. Touch the power off button according to the frequency and throw it as a bomb. When it explodes, there will be a strong light. The corpse guard also has vision. , relying on sight to capture us will inevitably be blinded by strong light, and that’s our chance.”

"Huh? Why can't my phone turn into a bomb?" Xia Mi's first question was why Chu Zihang's phone was so cool, but hers was still the original version.

"You are a new student, and the equipment department will not give you such dangerous bomb equipment." Chu Zihang said, "Prepare your spirit. If the enemy chooses to attack, I will lead you to avoid it, and then I will throw it out." The mobile phone bomb will buy you time. In the direction of the main entrance of Xihua Gate, release the spirit of speech with all your strength, do you understand?"

"Then you have to hold on tight, senior brother." Xia Mi also started to get a little nervous. From the corner of his eye, he saw Chu Zihang behind him nodding slightly.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then opened them. Her golden eyes ignited, and ancient syllables chanted from her mouth. The awkward syllables sounded like music in the empty and dark open space in front of Xihua Gate, constantly echoing in the night.

The wind blew from the ground, raising the dust in the gaps between the stone bricks. The night wind began to stir, and began to gather along a trajectory, like a stream flowing into the sea. The invisible wind began to become stronger, and the complicated dragon text was wrapped in it. The wind rotated and formed, lifting Xia Mi's long hair, and also made the broken hair in front of Chu Zihang's eyes tremble.

Yan Ling·The Eyes of the Wind King.

In the darkness, the side illuminated by the light source of the iPhone held by Xia Mi was in the blind spot between the two. A black air flow almost slid to the ground, hiding in the gathering hurricane, hiding in the blowing wind. Under the withered ginkgo leaves, the murderous intent approached step by step, and finally broke out when Xia Mi suddenly turned his head and looked!

The sharp black light broke through the wind. Just as Xia Mi was about to remind Chu Zihang, she was hit hard on the back. She stumbled a few steps forward. Between her and Chu Zihang, a dark slash struck her. It fell from the sky without warning and cracked the hard stone tiles on the ground. Dust and gravel flew to both sides. The thin figure in black robe was vaguely visible in the moonlight under the black airflow.

Then the second murderous intent came from the ground. It was a horizontal slash with a sword that was hidden in the undercurrent. The sword was aimed at Xia Mi's waist, who was out of balance, and was going to cut her in half and spill her blood in front of the city gate.

"boom!"

A huge impact sounded, and the sharp knife hidden in the undercurrent stopped in front of Xia Mi's back, unable to advance an inch further.

Xia Mi stumbled forward two steps, looked back, and was shocked to find that Chu Zihang behind him was stepping firmly on the ground, his left curved arm stretched out, and he accurately intercepted the path of the arm slashed by the black shadow, using his arm to support it. He stopped the opponent's wrist and exerted force in the opposite direction. His horse step turned into a servant step, and he blocked the slashing knife abruptly!

"I'll go!" Xia Mi was shocked. Even if his bloodline was suppressed, Chu Zihang could actually block the attack of a pervert like the Corpse Guard? Why was Chu Zihang still rated as an ‘A’ grade bloodline based on this performance?

The danger was not over yet, but it had just begun. Chu Zihang quickly threw away the iPhone in his right hand, and at the same time he made a clean spin on the opponent's waist to distance himself. After landing, he quickly rushed towards Xia Mi and shouted, "Turn around." Close your head and eyes, now!”

Xia Mi turned his head to avoid the bright light that was about to explode, and brewed the word spirit that had reached its limit. After feeling a hand on his shoulder, he activated the Eyes of the Wind King with all his strength, and the tornado that had been formed collapsed into a The dark eye of the storm gathered behind her!

"Brother, hold on to me!" she shouted.

She exploded, and at the same time, she felt the right hand grabbing her shoulder forcefully pushing her forward.

The Eyes of the Wind King exploded, and huge power was released in one breath, just like an air cannon sending Xia Ya flying out.

Xia Mi suddenly turned around in mid-air and saw Chu Zihang's figure with his back to her. The iPhone 5 fell to the ground at his feet, shattering the LCD screen and battery board. She couldn't see any more, like a rag doll being launched, it quickly disappeared from the range of sight.

In the vast area, the blood-red pupils of the two dead soldiers wrapped in the black current were locked on Chu Zihang.

One of them quietly disappeared into the darkness and prepared to chase Xia Mi who flew out, but as soon as it took a step to one side, a spark suddenly exploded in front of it, and the tiny firelight illuminated the pale human bones in the undercurrent. The mask also hindered its progress.

The dead man turned his head, and what he saw was a pair of shining golden eyes in the darkness. The scorching temperature began to rise, and the cold air began to boil. That was the powerful high-level word spirit being warmed up, and the music score representing fire and flame had begun to play.

The two corpse guards stopped moving.

They are locked.

Even if they are mummies created by alchemy, as long as they have a sense of combat, they can clearly understand that any rash move by them now will bring a devastating blow.

The orthodox tiger wolf medicine indeed curbed Chu Zihang's bloodline, but Li Qiuluo mentioned that the medicine must be taken regularly, otherwise there would be a risk of the bloodline getting out of control - fourteen hours had passed since the last time he took the medicine.

Although the bloodline has not yet been restored, if forced and burned, Chu Zihang can still gain a little bit of power.

Violent blood.

Chu Zihang forcibly ignited the Golden Eyes and awakened the silent bloodline with violent blood. He was not sure how long he could last, just like he was not sure whether the Wind King's Eyes had enough explosive power to send him and Xia Mi away together. Since he didn't If he was sure, he wouldn't gamble, so he chose to let Xia Mi go first. Just like now, he had to face at least two corpse guards until Xia Mi escaped into the crowd.

The violent blood pushed upwards, severe pain spread all over his body, and the blood vessels seemed to be on fire. The golden pupil light in Chu Zihang's pupils gradually stabilized, and as dark liquid flowed from the corners of his eyes, his whole body flickered. With a halo of flames, he clasped his hands and stretched forward, aiming at the two motionless corpse guards.

Whoever moves, "Junyan" will be released towards whomever.

This was the signal given by Chu Zihang in silence. He was not sure whether he could still release the dangerous speech spirit No. 89 under the suppression of tiger and wolf medicine. If it was just to delay time, then he could still continue to pretend. Yes, but if you want to buy enough time, then this dumb cannon must be fired.

Just like the Western Showdown, the gunshot will always take away a life. Chu Zihang has always been a master in playing Western games, but this time his enemies are two. When the gunshot sounds, he can indeed take away one, but the other It would kill him instantly.

After less than ten seconds of stalemate, one of the dead soldiers stepped forward, made a light jump, and disappeared into the light ink smoke.

Chu Zihang's clasped hands were suddenly aimed at the empty darkness that the dead man jumped into. The ring of fire around him wrapped around his arms. He did not hesitate to shout something like "Broken!" exploded with a loud blast. The high-temperature fire wave burst out, washing away the darkness like a big wave of water, hitting the figure hidden in the undercurrent! The devastating impact and temperature instantly burned it into coke!

"Junyan" instantly kills a dead soldier. Chu Zihang's side, another dead soldier is already close. Its body is buried very low, almost parallel to the ground, perfectly avoiding the surging flames above its head and the fire light. The bright human bone mask under the Yin flow was pale, the blood-red pupils were locked on Chu Zihang's neck, and the straight Yan Fei Dao in his hand was swiping upwards!

Chu Zihang bent his arms as much as possible to cover his face with fists in boxing to protect his neck, but the angle of the knife was very strange. The arc of the knife bypassed Chu Zihang's boxing frame and quickly cut through the exposed side of his neck. Down--

"Qiang!"

Gold and iron exploded.

Chu Zihang, who was holding a fist, saw from the corner of his eye a figure appearing beside him like the wind, leaning into the battle in mid-air, and grabbing the Yan Ling blade that was enough to split steel with one hand!

The dead man raised his head and locked onto the person who broke into the battle, but as soon as he raised his head, his vision suddenly spun.

"Get lost," the man said.

A dull roar erupted, and next to Chu Zihang, the headless corpse flew backwards as if it had been hit by a cannonball. It hit the stone brick ground and bounced up, rolled, and finally stopped in a weird posture after spinning for many times. on the ground.

Chu Zihang lost his strength and knelt down on the ground. A hand beside him suddenly held him up and pulled him up from the ground.

He turned to look at the person next to him. The bleeding golden pupils were extinguished and dark brown pupils returned.

"Are you okay?" Lin Nian threw the half of the blade he held in his right hand to the ground and inserted it vertically into the severed head.

He helped Chu Zihang stand up straight, wiped away the blood around his eyes, and looked at the bulging blood vessels on his body with seriousness.

"It's okay, why are you here?" Chu Zihang finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked Lin Nian, who was wrapped in an ill-fitting windbreaker.

"This is what I'm supposed to ask you, why are you here? Where's Xia Mi?" Lin Nian glanced at the smokey mass of coke on the ground in the distance, and then looked around, "Forget it. These words Let’s talk about it later. Did you see where those five coffins went?”