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Chapter 1931 High-speed Rail in Europe

But the mutant security guard still sent out a distress signal, and Superman arrived in time and used his powerful eye rays to bombard the fog. Others could not see it, but he could see the figure inside holding an ancient sword, which must be the thief who came to steal the ancient sword. The red light blasted over, and a sword light flashed. The eye ray emitted by Superman was actually blocked by the ancient sword forged three thousand years ago, and the sword light cut Superman's cape and pants.

Then the sword lights bloomed like flowers, enveloping Superman. Superman was shocked to find that he could not escape from the sword lights. With his speed faster than a bullet, he could not pass through the gaps between the sword flowers. Moreover, he had a bad premonition that even if he passed through, there would be more terrible killing moves hidden in the fog around him.

Then Superman suddenly became stupid and chose to be submerged by the sword light, relying on his strong body to withstand it.

The final result made Superman very angry. When the fog cleared, the museum's surveillance camera recorded that the pieces of Superman's clothes were flying like butterflies. Superman covered his face and fled, so the pieces of his clothes also flew all over the sky.

The next day, the U.S. news focused on the information about the "Mist Shadow Sword Demon", but no one saw the specific sword skills, only a close-up of Superman's testicles. And when Superman covered his face and flew away, everyone could see a Chinese character "正" carved on his left bare butt.

On the same night, by coincidence, a Nighthawk fighter with 20 unmanned wingmen was catching speeding violations in the area when it suddenly spotted a figure flying with a sword. At first, the fighter pilot thought he was dazzled, but the results displayed by various instruments showed that a person was flying at a speed of Mach 1 with a sword under his feet. The windbreaker fluttered behind the man, and a layer of air waves condensed into a slightly reddish air shield in front of him. He looked as arrogant as he could be. The fighter's speedometer kept flashing red and repeating the prompt sound of "speeding" and "speeding".

Following the American tradition of shooting first and asking questions later, the pilot of the fighter plane didn't even think about it. He locked onto the figure stepping on a sword and began to fire with his machine gun. Twenty unmanned wingmen also concentrated their fire at the same time, with a dense net of bullets that was impenetrable.

However, the figure disappeared in a flash, a sword light flashed, and twenty unmanned wingman aircraft exploded together.

"Oh God!" Before the fighter pilot had time to pray for help, he saw his plane split from the middle to the left and right, and all he had left was the chair under his buttocks and the joystick in his hand. The man flying the sword flew side by side with him, reached out and pulled out his ID card from his neck, and snatched his wallet.

As he begged the other party to take his wallet and let him go, the sword light filled his eyes...

Lu Ziqing waved the Zhanlu in his hand, very satisfied. This sword was made of almost the same material as his Haitian Sword, a black alloy. He was not attracted by the name of the sword. When he visited the museum to learn history, he saw the extraordinaryness of the sword and found regrettably that he was the only one in the world who understood this sword. This shows that there is no sword immortal in this world.

Although this sword is not as exquisite as the sword of Xiaoyun Sect, it has reached the casting standard of the divine sword. It is indestructible and the person being slashed will not bleed - only after a moment. It is completely black and has no edge, but it can cut gold and jade and can swing out a dazzling sword light.

At noon the next day, Lu Ziqing flew across the Atlantic Ocean and saw the wasteland that should have been Europe. Lu Ziqing continued to fly forward. His destination was Tianzhu, where Lu Zishu had thrown the Shenglong Spear before, and now he might be waiting for him in Tianzhu. Although the land under his feet was a wasteland, there should still be people alive. The abandoned poor people returned to the life of the Middle Ages, the only difference was that motorcycles and cars replaced horses. Horses could not survive. The only ones who could survive under nuclear radiation were humans, insects, and migratory birds.

"It's so tragic." Lu Ziqing looked at the desolate European continent and couldn't help shaking his head. There was no grass growing where the nuclear bomb fell.

After flying for thousands of miles, Lu Ziqing discovered railroad tracks. There was actually a railway in this wasteland!

Then Lu Ziqing discovered the mystery. He saw some old trains, emerging from the mountains with black smoke, and almost abandoned mine car railways, like a sparse spider web, gathering towards a big city. It was called a metropolis, but in fact it was very desolate, just a messy slum. Looking down from the sky, there were dilapidated buildings everywhere.

With so many people around, Lu Ziqing could no longer fly freely with his sword, so he could only slow down, use the fog to hide his figure, and carefully observe whether there was any means of transportation he could take. He saw a relatively fast train, which was speeding towards the metropolis at a speed of half Mach.

Lu Ziqing's eyes lit up. High-speed rail? In this era, there is a high-speed rail that Lu Ziqing feels very familiar and unfamiliar with. It should be an antique. But it is still running on the European continent and seems to be operating normally.

Lu Ziqing glanced at the sign on the high-speed train: BJ to Paris?!

Lu Ziqing landed excitedly and found a railway sign. On the sign, which had been weathered to the point of being difficult to read, it said Beijing-Ba Railway, built in 2120. To a world full of flying machines, it was an antique from years ago. But to the people of the wasteland, it was a lifeline.

Before this high-speed train entered the ruins of an unknown city ahead, several chariots suddenly appeared from the ruins. One of them was lying across the tracks, and the rest were scattered on both sides of the tracks. The people inside were wearing masks with skulls painted on them. They fired into the sky, making deafening gunshots and shouting, trying to force the high-speed train to stop.

Robbers? Lu Ziqing felt like he was in a western movie. Westerners seemed to have a passion for robbing trains, except that the train roads and trains themselves had become more advanced. He stood there, waiting to see what would happen next.

A distance of nearly one kilometer was just a matter of a split second for the high-speed train. Then Lu Ziqing saw that the front of the high-speed train burst into a fierce flame, smashing the chariot on the track into pieces, and then crashed directly into it.

The car lying across the road was hit and flew into the air, almost breaking into pieces. Dozens of light aircraft that looked like motorcycles flew out from the high-speed train and began to attack the gangsters. The gangsters immediately fired back with machine guns, and there was a hail of bullets.