The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The white-faced tavern, the white-faced men and women were all a little confused when they saw an Asian face peeking in.

Why?

Because this Blue Goose Tavern is so famous, even Jews and Spaniards don't dare to come in.

Zhao Chuanxin put his head around, looked around, and spat on the floor: "What the hell is this place? The taste of decoration is really bad."

Everyone, including the bartender, became pale.

An Asian who comes to Lanyan Tavern to complain about his taste looks like he is seeking death!

The Asian man walked in carelessly: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen the most handsome race in the world with the strongest character? Yes, the Chinese are the best race on earth. Who has any opinion?"

There was a room full of people with faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

Then, Heinrich stood up, shook his body, and walked toward Zhao Chuanxin with a sense of oppression.

The air was so dead that it was freezing.

Heinrich clenched his fists and bared his teeth: "Do you know where you are?"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head: "A gathering place for Peppa Pig? A cave to find the dead? A carnival feast for white pigs?"

Heinrich: "I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it at all!"

As he spoke, he pumped his fist.

He weighed over two hundred pounds and his arms were as thick as his neck.

Everyone was looking forward to the Asian man, but Heinrich punched him to pieces.

However, Zhao Chuanxin just slid sideways, and then everyone saw that he was like a ghost, with his toes touching the ground, and he suddenly floated forward without taking a step.

This is because the smart gyroscope is attached to Zhao Chuanxin's back.

The original blue ghost armor was floating, focusing on light. But at this time, the blue ghost armor was like paper that was crumpled into a ball and became solid.

It used to feel "floating", but now it feels explosive.

Heinrich's punch missed, and he just felt like his eyes were blurred and the person was gone.

Zhao Chuanxin ran behind Heinrich, and the two were back to back.

Zhao Chuanxin thrust his buttocks. Heinrich's inertia and Zhao Chuanxin's thrust caused Heinrich's body to stumble forward uncontrollably.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands.

The door of the tavern was opened again, and the first person to enter was "Wandering Mage" Big Smith.

Big Smith is also tall, but not fat. It’s just that the big bald head and big beard are very scary, and the two big eyes are as wide as copper bells.

Without saying a word, he punched the staggering Heinrich in the face.

This fat man looks very strong, but he is actually very pale and weak.

Big Smith punched the guy with all his strength, knocking the guy backwards, and the sound of the heavy object hitting the floor was heard.

Immediately afterwards, Abraham Cohen and Li Xiling walked in.

There were about twenty white people in the Lanyan Tavern.

There were at least thirty blacks, Jews, and Chinese people entering the tavern. Through the crack in the door, one could still see how many people were crowding outside.

They just can't squeeze in for the time being.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his sword finger and pointed forward: "Smash them with me, kill them all, and it will be all on my head!"

If there are too many lice, don’t bite them; if there are too many lawsuits about human life, don’t worry.

A trembling white man took out the wheel from his waist. Zhao Chuanxin shook his hand, and instantly the smart gyroscope traveled to his arm, and a handaxe flew out.

"ah……"

The wheel fell to the ground, and the hand ax was embedded in the man's arm. It looked very scary.

Big Smith and Seven Smith are both brave. They rush forward and jump to overwhelm their opponents, and then ride on their faces to deal damage.

Abraham Cohen is a very thief, his body shakes violently, and he always avoids reality and avoids reality.

Li Xiling is very skilled.

Except for Zhao Zhongyi, it was the first time that Zhao Chuanxin saw someone else using traditional martial arts in actual combat.

He held a pair of hatchets and held them up with his left hand.

The white man holding a stick across from him was so frightened that he backed up.

Li Xiling followed closely with the knife in his right hand and cut across with his backhand.

The white man had an empty stick. Once Li Xiling connected with the move, he was unable to respond and his abdomen was directly cut open.

Blood flowed profusely.

The screams were heartbreaking.

Even Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

This was too fast and too harsh.

For a person like him who has never practiced, even if his body is flexible, once Li Xiling attacks quickly with two swords and the moves are seamlessly connected, it may be difficult to resist.

This is different from fighting on horseback.

Back then, Zhao Chuanxin could fight the Cossack cavalry for 300 rounds with his spider legs.

But on the ground, he may only be able to control the distance by taking advantage of the length of the weapon.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw someone jumping into the bar and beating the bartender on the ground, he walked over and sat down, poured a glass of sarsaparilla drink and drank it.

This stuff tastes weird.

More people rushed in, and the more than twenty white people were no match for them.

There were teeth and blood everywhere on the ground.

However, Heinrich, who had been knocked down before, got up again.

He still had some strength, so he pushed the two thin black men on a rampage until they reached Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin put down the water glass, stretched out his hand to push away the two black men, stretched out his hand, and charged the Phoenix Xuan Ring with energy: Boom!

Heinrich's huge body flew backwards.

Everyone looked at it in shock.

I don’t know how Zhao Chuanxian did it.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that Heinrich was still trying to get up, he took a few steps quickly, raised his knees, and hit hard!

puff……

Heinrich's fat face suddenly changed shape.

Some people were so frightened that they jumped out of the window at the beginning of the war.

Soon, a group of big white men staying in the tavern were either dead or maimed, and the scene was horrific.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that it was almost done, he waved his hand: "Withdraw!"

He headed out and as soon as he went out, he saw the people who stayed outside were surrounded by people.

Today he brought nearly two hundred people.

But at this time, no fewer than three to four hundred people gathered outside.

This is German Village in Brooklyn, all white people.

The more than 30 people headed by them looked fierce, and Zhao Chuanxin knew at a glance that they were from the Southern Front.

Those in the back are mostly residents here.

They're just here to help.

Very united.

Big Smith became nervous. He wiped the blood on his fist, came to Zhao Chuanxin's side, and whispered: "Boss, German Village is very xenophobic. Even though most of them are residents here, they fight very fiercely. Usually we They won’t come here to do any activities.”

Most of the black people living in New York at this time were active in Brooklyn.

But this does not mean that Brooklyn is the world of black people. It is just a poor area, and black people can only live in a corner.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back and saw that the excitement of fighting with more people and less people had passed when he saw his own people.

There was more or less fear on his face. After all, the opponent's number seemed to be almost twice that of our own.

He smiled.

I brought so many people here today not just to ask them to help me.

Zhao Chuanxin just wanted to make the food truck gang famous and let the whole New York know that these poor and impoverished guys had finally made a living and they would defend their jobs to the death.

They were not expected to play a key role.

"I am Carl Wagner, the leader of the Southern Front." The leader, a man with a mustache, said coldly: "How are the people inside?"

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "The people inside are very nice, you don't have to worry, they are just a little silent."

Carl Wagner was stunned.

silence?

But seeing the people next to Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but snicker, he immediately became furious: "You killed them all? Very good, none of you can leave this street today."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, we'll run out later. We can also take a carriage. Anyway, we won't walk out."

So infuriating.

"Fake!" Someone couldn't help it, suddenly took out his gun and shot Zhao Chuanxin.

Without the devil's crystal glasses, Zhao Chuanxin lost his ability to see through and was unable to detect whether someone was secretly carrying a gun.

After all, he was wearing the newly modified Fortitude Armor, so he wasn't too worried.

However, suddenly there was a huge force pressing on his right shoulder, forcing him to bend down significantly.

When Zhao Chuanxin was unstable, another force appeared, supporting his body and forcibly lifting him upright.

However, a Chinese man behind him was hit in the chest by a bullet and lost his breath on the spot.

It turned out that it was the smart gyroscope that allowed Zhao Chuanxin to dodge the bullet at the critical moment.

It almost teleported to his right shoulder, and immediately teleported to his side.

This kind of explosive power is far beyond the original blue ghost armor.

I blanch!

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

The previous Azure Ghost Armor was not so awesome.

How does a smart gyroscope work?

Its reaction speed is faster than a bullet?

Or can it predict the opponent's shooting?

But this distance is already beyond ten meters, so the smart gyroscope shouldn't be able to sense it?

There is only one possibility. The smart gyroscope temporarily sensed the trajectory of the bullet.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin had no time to think more. When he saw one of his own was shot, he couldn't help but became furious and immediately drew his gun.

"boom!"

The gunman was shot in the head.

This distance was beyond ten meters, but Zhao Chuanxin still shot him in the head!

Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath - he understood that he had completely broken free from the psychological constraints.

When the young apprentice moved the marking line before, he discovered it, and he vaguely knew it at the time. This time it was a practical test.

But he didn't continue to use the gun.

He put away his gun and took out the Redemption Staff.

He pulled out the elf carving knife: "Are you afraid?"

Everyone behind him was stunned when they saw that Zhao Chuanxin could dodge bullets.

Especially Li Xiling, he even forgot to grieve when one of his own was beaten to death.

"Don't be afraid!" the crowd shouted enthusiastically.

The boss can even dodge bullets, what else can't he do?

No wonder he is called the God of War!

Zhao Chuanxin twisted his neck: "Charge with me!"

Everyone on the opposite side saw that one of their own had been killed, and one of them was killed. At first, they were worried that a large-scale gun battle would occur.

When I saw that the opponent actually wanted to start a melee, I felt relieved.

After all, there are many people on our side.

So, under the leadership of Carl Wagner, they also rushed over here.

Because the smart gyroscope had just taken Zhao Chuanxin to dodge a bullet, this gave Zhao Chuanxin some ideas.

He threw the smart gyroscope onto the handle of the elf carving knife, and then suddenly threw it out.

Snap...

It fell to the ground.

"..." Zhao Chuanxin was confused. He ran over and picked up the elf carving knife: "You made a mistake, try again!"

He threw it out again, and sure enough, this time, the smart gyroscope carried the elf carving knife into the air.

The smart gyroscope is very smart and will not make a second mistake.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his sword finger and made a casual stroke.

Swish, swish, swish...

The three white men in front split into two.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was filled with joy: It is indeed so!

I blanch...

I saw that the charging steps of the three to four hundred people on the opposite side instantly became sluggish.

Anyone else would be scared if they saw this scene.

Even the people in the dining car behind Zhao Chuanxin were still a little stunned.

Only Zhao Chuanxian didn't care so much.

Today he had to scare these people to their core.

They must be made to understand that from now on, they should stay away from the Southern Front and kill every one they see.

No matter how much white people want supremacy, Zhao Chuanxin will ride on their necks and shit!

Zhao Chuanxin rushed straight into the opponent's crowd.

The smart gyroscope carries the elf carving knife and will not go beyond his ten-meter range.

Within a ten-meter radius centered on him, no matter where Zhao Chuanxin pointed, the Elf Carving Knife would arrive in an instant.

And there, someone's head will definitely fall to the ground, or it will be split in half.

The blood-red liquid splattered and the fishy smell filled the air.

Splashed on people's faces, everyone who was splashed by the hot liquid shivered, and there were many people who peed their pants.

Wow...

The crowd suddenly dispersed.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed when he saw this: "Everyone from top to bottom will die in the face of absolute power!"

Today's battle will make him live up to his reputation as a melee mage!