Chapter 48 Landing

The Purple Sword Endless Man drove the wooden eagle alone and rushed forward at a meteor-like speed. It makes the butterfly dance, who has always been boring, envy and hate. He sighed quickly and should drive the small wooden eagle by himself, instead of huking on the wooden eagle with the swords.

The swordsman's face was cold: "The butterfly door owner can also drive wooden eagles." With this sentence of the sword clan, the butterfly dance immediately shut up and didn't talk about it. When it just took off, the butterfly dance's expression was extremely unnatural, and the fool could see that the butterfly dance was nervous to death at that time.

"At the speed, when can we get there?" After a while, the butterfly dance began to shout again.

For this problem, the swordsman has no sailing experience, so they have to look at the standard pilot. The latter was helpless: "It's still very early. The distance of 150 miles is not so easy to fly. After saying that, he rubbed his eyes and looked behind him, and then said affirmatively, "The wind seems to be much smaller."

"It's already much smaller." When the swords heard Yi Jianchen's words, he was suddenly not happy, because the action of Yi Jianchen's eyes was so obvious that this guy fell asleep just now. It's really a speechless guy.

"Then let's open the magic crystal controller." The different dust was very casual. He stretched his hand up and pressed a lever.

"Hasn't we flown halfway?" The sword clan reached out to stop it: "If the magic crystal does not absorb half of the wind elements, then I'm afraid we can't reach the golden tribe and will crash."

Yi Jianchen rubbed his eyes again: "Dadman, I actually forgot this matter. Young Master, how careless I am." After saying that, he stretched out his hand back. The action of different dust once again made the swordsman speechless, and the man fell asleep just now. This man is really bold. Aren't you afraid of falling down? Thinking of this and looking down, the sword clan suddenly had a feeling of frightening. I have to say that the wooden eagle is really flying a little high now. The swordsman guessed a little, and it should be about a thousand arms away from the ground.

"Is there a golden tribe?" Just as the swordsman was thinking, the butterfly dance pointed to the somewhat obscure mountain path in the distance.

"That place." The sword clan just muttered and didn't say anything. The golden tribe itself has never been there. Leave this right to speak to others.

He Jianchen said affirmatively, "Yes, that's the golden tribe." After saying that, Yi Jianchen stretched out his hand and moved it on the lever: "Everyone is ready. We need to fly high."

The butterfly dance was so scared: "No, we're already high enough."

"The golden tribe mountain has 2,000 arms high. If you fly at our height, you can only have the closest contact with the cliff. Once you fly to the Golden Tribe, you can only rely on my operation. Yi Jianchen's solemn hand pulled down and clicked. The swordsman only heard the rolling of gears behind him. The swordsman turned his head and looked, and a row of tailpipe-like things appeared in front of the swordsman.

The swordsman was stunned: "Jet plane?"

Jet aircraft? What is that?" The butterfly dance reacts quite quickly. He hurriedly asked the Swordsman.

"What is a jet plane?" The dust continued to pull down the wooden eagle.

The swordsman knew that he had leaked his mouth and quickly changed his words: "Strange, jet wooden eagle, why haven't I heard of it? Isn't it a propeller wooden eagle?"

"That one is too backward, this one is more advanced. The propeller wooden eagle is already an obsolete product in the military headquarters, which can be regarded as an advanced product.

If the swordsman nodded with some understanding, it does make sense. If it is placed on the earth, the jet plane is indeed a little better than the propeller helicopter, at least from the altitude.

In the rear of the wooden eagle, a strong airflow from the head of the swordsman spewed out from those exhaust pipes. The cold wind is blowing, and the back spine of the swords is cold, which is really uncomfortable.

The mountain in front of him was getting closer and closer. With a "bone", the butterfly dance looked at the swordsman very calmly: "Do you have anything to eat?"

The swordsman looked at the sky and shook his head: "Don't I have it?"

"Dried beef?" Yi Jianchen took out a small piece of beef and handed it to the sword clan.

"Let's eat it reluctantly." The swordsman sent the dried beef to the butterfly dance. I guess the butterfly dance should have been hungry for a long time. Unexpectedly, there was an extremely painful and determined expression on the latter's face: "I've been losing weight recently. I weighed two pounds a while ago."

Looking at the butterfly dance rubbing their stomachs, the swordsmen immediately felt a headache and had to return the dried beef to the different dust. After all, if they don't eat, there is nothing you can do. What's more, they are still losing weight. Thinking of the butterfly dance that they are losing weight, the swordsman immediately focused on the waist of the butterfly dance.

Butterfly Dance felt a murderous atmosphere and immediately turned his head. Seeing that the swordsman was looking at his waist, his heart against the wolf did not diminish. He said alertly, "What are you doing? Don't forget that I'm your elder.

The sword clan smiled and said, "Nothing, I can't see where you have lost weight?"

"It's heavy. It's not that I'm thin." The butterfly dance trained the Soege sword clan with a board and eye.

"A lot of people." The dust ignored the debate between the butterfly dance and the sword clan about fat and thinness. Looking down, there were people coming and going on the cliff, bustling: "Let's fly higher again." After saying that, he pulled his hand on the adjustment lever.

Listening to the strange dust, the two heroes finally stopped struggling with the problem of fatness and thinness, and both looked down. The swordsman clenched the wooden stick across his chest with his right hand and affirmed, "These are all dwarfs."

"Maybe they are searching in this area." As soon as the butterfly dance finished speaking, he heard a shocking shout from the ground. Following closely, the sharp arrow broke through the air. The butterfly dance calmly turned her head to one side, and the sharp arrow brushed against her ear. This is not to mention. Soon, some arrow feathers were shot one after another. Although it was not as dense as a locust, it was quite dangerous for the sword clan to dodge.

The cold blade rolled up a cold light, and the sword clan swept away some arrow feathers. The two disciples of Yijianchen and Broken Sword Gate also pulled out their long swords and rolled up the sword circle. At least for now, the sword clan's defense can only be like this. Now the wooden eagle has begun to shake because of the big actions made by the sword clan. The creaking sound made the swords and butterfly dance furious. If they fall from here, even if there is light kung fu, they will fall half to death.

"How high can it rise?" The swordsman continued to shoot down the arrow feathers and looked at the dust with inquiring eyes.

"Up to 500 arms up." As he spoke, he began to pull the raised lever.

"Their arms are really strong. This is a high arrow. They can actually shoot 500 arms away." The butterfly dance casually raised a sword to hit the flying arrow feathers and sighed with emotion.

"The power of the dwarfs is very powerful." The swordsman put away the ice blade and looked down. The wooden eagle has begun to rise. Now it seems that the dwarf's high throwing arrows can shoot 300 arms. This is a very amazing distance. Although these 300 arms are folded together, it is only equivalent to 150 meters on the earth, but the dwarfs have to shoot arrows high. Such a shooting method It is necessary to overcome not only air resistance but also gravity. In the half-month empire, unless the army is equipped with a divine arm bow, the ordinary iron tire bow will be thrown 100 meters high, which is the limit.

The wooden eagle continued to rise, and soon the lenient arrow feathers disappeared, but they soon found a very depressing problem, that is, where the wooden eagle flew, where did the dwarves on the ground move?

The swordsman was at a loss, and he really didn't expect this to happen before Shangmu Ying. Butterfly Dance obviously noticed the emotions of the swordsman: "Don't worry, we will continue to fly forward. It's getting dark. Let's find a place to land then."

"I'm afraid not. We still have to catch up with the Purple Sword." The swordsman looked at the sky in front of them, not to mention the boundless purple sword, which was hazy at all. The swordsman looked up at the magic crystal: "How long can we fly?"

"Half an hour, when it is dark, the wooden eagle must land, otherwise it can only fall." Yi Jianchen also took a look and answered skillfully.

Half an hour on the subcontinent is very short, which is equivalent to 20 minutes on the earth. After all, a day is divided into 15 hours. Darkness shrouded the earth, and the dwarves below began to light torches. Sometimes the swords could even see a pile of bonfires. Looking at the swordsman in the sky, the range of the whole golden tribe can basically be summarized on this night, because torches can be seen everywhere. The swordsmen can even see an occasional rocket flying into the air and flying away from the swordsmen, which makes everyone frightened. If the rocket is inserted on the wooden eagle, it can only be forced to land immediately now. After all, the swordsmen still have to rely on this thing to fly out.

"Let's land there." The strange dust pointed to a place where there were no torches or bonfires.

"Ye-huh, fly there." After saying that, the swordsman took a hook rope from the top where he sat, which was said to be like a ship anchoring, and the wooden eagle could only stop forcibly like this. The sword clan pulled one end of the little hook and shook it: "How many arms are away from the ground now?"

"This distance should have 150 arms." While adjusting the wing and controlling the whole flight direction, he also controls the flight speed of the wooden eagle.

"I heard from the book that you must be 50 arms away from the ground to break down." After the swordsman finished speaking, the hook in his hand shook more quickly.

"I'm adjusting." As he answered, he stretched out his waist and began to work. This take-off is to pull the lever down, and the landing must push the lever up. Obviously, the difficulty of the work is undoubtedly greater than that of the latter.

After a while, the strange dust said, "Ok, the young master has anchored." With the long shout of different dust, the hook in the swords's hand has flown out. A thin line flew through the night sky, so close to the ground that the swordsmen had almost heard the sound of the hook touching the stone.

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