Immortal Path to Heaven

Zhang Hanyu stepped towards the target step by step. His footing sound was very heavy, like a big drum banging, and it was directly knocking on the heart. Such a little bit of approaching will bring greater psychological pressure to people.

His face was terrifying, and the grudge in his eyes could almost be reduced to substance.

From small to large, under the protection of the family's wings, he has never suffered such a big loss. Moreover, there was a trace of fear in the heart of his heart. How could the boy be so excited by the fire so quickly? His talent is so great that the future may be another old master.

Such a person, once he recognizes death as an enemy, must be a huge problem. In this case, it is better to take advantage of him when he has not grown up.

The short knife in his hand was tightly held, and he picked it up not for courage, but to throw it away as a dagger at any time.

Under the guidance of his uncle, he practiced a hidden weapon skill. It is certainly not possible to deal with a warrior who has gone through a lot of battles, but if you aim at a little guy who is frightened and frightened, and only cares about the head and the mouse, it is absolutely nothing.

The faint pain on his legs and feet made him distracted. When he thought of his injured legs and feet, he hated his teeth and gnashed his teeth. He swears in his heart that he must put Ouyang Ming to death to eliminate his hatred.

As for after killing Ouyang Ming, if he cleans up the mess and how to stay away from this place without being noticed, he can't take it at all.

Slowly, he jumped up and down to the pile of abandoned swordsmen, his ears shook slightly, and he heard a faint breath.

With a sneer, Zhang Hanyu said: "Boy, don't come out and die!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Hanyu saw a figure jump out of the back of the knife and soldier pile, and then a white light flashed, hacking towards him without any method.

Although he hurt his leg and foot, he never affected his eyesight. So it was obvious at once that the figure that jumped out was the timid Ouyang Ming, and he was holding a broken knife in his hand.

That's right, it's already broken in half, and even the discarded blade that doesn't even have a blade.

If Ouyang Ming was holding a brand-new saber, he might still be a bit scared. However, how can a broken knife be placed in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Hanyu had already judged that this kid was still a beast, and he picked up a broken knife and came up desperately.

With a disdainful look on his face, Zhang Hanyu raised his short knife to meet him.

If Ouyang Ming wants to run away as soon as he comes up, he must be the killer. However, since this kid still has a little courage, he doesn't mind playing with him. At this moment, Zhang Hanyu immediately thought of many penalties in his mind. First, all of Ouyang Ming's hamstrings were picked up, and his vocal cords were discarded, causing him to suffer and die.

At the thought of this, even the sharp pain in the legs and feet seemed to be reduced by a lot.

He seemed to see the scene of Ouyang Ming's painful roaring under his hands, and his life was better than death, and his mood became very refreshing.

"Ding--"

Finally, the short knife and the broken knife met in the air.

Then, a crisp cracking sound sounded, the short knife broke in response to the sound, and the broken knife seemed to cut off a hair, and continued to move forward without hindrance. It was immediately cut from Zhang Hanyu's right neck, directly He cut it in the chest.

Zhang Hanyu's eyes and mouth suddenly widened to the limit. He stared at the broken knife in front of his chest. It seemed that even the boundless pain could not be sensed.

The only thing he can feel is his own strength and life, he is quickly away from himself. He wanted to raise his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, his gaze was finally fixed on the broken knife that paralyzed him.

Broken knife, a broken knife...

This, he, mom,... is a broken knife!

This was his last thought in the world, and then his consciousness sank and disappeared. But he couldn't understand why he died, even a broken knife had such power.

Ouyang Ming held the broken knife in this way and kept the chopping posture.

In fact, he is not wise to do so, because whether it is a human or a beast, once injured, there is a possibility of dying. As the so-called most terrible beast is a wounded beast, when struggling to die, it can often die with its opponents.

However, the reason why Ouyang Ming did not stay away was not because he was unwilling, but because he could not do it.

When he chopped it off and directly cut off Zhang Hanyu's short knife and cut it into the opponent's flesh, his state of mind was actually peaceful, without any ups and downs.

This state is definitely not like a person who has never seen blood.

However, when his spiritual consciousness was magically divided into two, this scene naturally appeared strangely.

A knife wounded the enemy, just when Ouyang Ming wanted to pull out the broken knife and hit the other side while the iron was hot. When a headache hit, a strange heat flow suddenly poured into his body from the broken knife.

As a result, Ouyang Ming's movements eased a little, although he didn't understand why, but he just had a feeling that this heat flow was of great benefit to himself.

Then, he saw the terrifying scene.

Under his broken knife, there was no blood splashing.

A knife fell from the right side of the head and neck until the front chest, there will be a lot of blood. However, there was no trace of blood on Zhang Hanyu's body at this moment, because all the blood was absorbed by the broken knife in Ouyang Ming's hands.

This broken knife seems to have some kind of magical magic power. Not only can it absorb blood, even the flesh seems to be within its absorption range.

Zhang Hanyu's flesh and blood shrank gradually in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes.

If at this moment Ouyang Ming is not in the strange state of schizophrenia, he may be fainted by this terrible scene. However, at this moment he just widened his eyes and watched all these changes quietly. It seems that the deflated body does not belong to humans, but a human-shaped balloon with a hole in it.

Just a moment of effort, Zhang Hanyu disappeared in front of Ouyang Ming.

Some clothes fell down, and there were some sporadic gadgets, but Zhang Hanyu's entire person had disappeared, even if it was a hair, a piece of nails never left.

On the contrary, Ouyang Ming, who was holding a broken knife, was glowing red, full of energy, and seemed to have surging energy all over him.

In fact, Ouyang Ming's consumption today is absolutely not small. Under the supervision and guidance of the old craftsman, he has been playing with the arms for a day. Although there is restraint, it is difficult to avoid a strong sense of fatigue.

Brought here by Zhang Hanyu, the potential erupted at the juncture of life and death, and the arms were repeatedly used in a very short time.

The kind of consumption was not what he could bear at this age. But, under the great fear between life and death, under the special environment of the splitting of the conscious sea, he was forced out by the duck.

Such an approach would be an overdraft injury to his body, and it would even hurt the source, and it would be difficult to gain in the future.

However, at this moment, if there is any difference in Ouyang Ming's body, I am afraid that no one will believe at all.

His body seemed to possess inexhaustible power. His eyes were shining brightly, and he seemed to be all lit up. Even when the best spirit is the best, there is no such horrible sound as it is now. .

Ouyang Ming even wanted to have a urge to roar loudly.

However, the split spiritual consciousness still exists, making his heart instantly frosty.

Looking around, Ouyang Ming's arms reappeared, just a blink of an eye, and the broken sword became bleak.

Draw.

He did not hesitate to absorb all the attributes on the broken knife, making this broken knife a worthless scrap. With a kick, he kicked the severed knife into two different piles of armor.

There are so many wreckages of such weapons, and it is not an easy task to find and piece them together. Then he threw the broken knife away, picked up a piece of clothing and left the warehouse quickly.

When Zhang Hanyu brought him over, he was absolutely careful and not noticed by anyone.

This is also true when he returns to the forging room of the old craftsman at the moment.

Fortunately, it was too late at this moment, otherwise Ouyang Ming would not dare to say that he could get what he wanted.

After entering the forging room, Ouyang Ming glanced at the items in his hand, and he immediately came to the mouth of the stove, tearing it hard, tearing all his clothes into pieces and sending them into it.

The head of the old craftsman is the chief forge of arms. Although he has arms, this does not mean that he does not need a furnace.

In fact, most of the time, the old craftsman will use the stove to carry out preliminary processing of some materials.

As for the use of arms to process rough mines, of course, but it is also possible to consume a lot of physical strength, and the exercise of rough mines does not require fine control, but rather long hours of hard work.

Use arms to forge impurities in crude ore...

Well, everyone who does this and perseveres, without exception, is already dead. That is not old death or stupid death, but death by life.

Therefore, in this forging room, there is an exquisite stove.

Of course, ~www.readwn.com~ the materials worthy of the hands of the old craftsman are also some fine works, and the rough work of the initial refining usually falls on Ouyang Ming's head.

At this moment, he ignited the fire familiarly, and sent all the objects into it. Under the burning of the charcoal fire, those things quickly disappeared and disappeared.

He stretched out a long iron rod and stirred in the fire for a moment. Even if the fairy came, he couldn't tell what was inside.

In this process, Ouyang Ming was not idle, but found some rough ore in the forging room for refining and processing. In fact, the ore is thrown into the fire and burned until it softens and thumps, and so on.

Previously, because of his lack of energy, he could only burn fire, but the forging was done by the old craftsman.

But at this moment, for some reason, his strength seemed to be much plainer. He lifted the hammer high, smashed it down, and suddenly splashed a spark.

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