Little Master Nanming punched out both fists and went straight towards Yang Jiu's head. The strong wind came out of thin air. The monster soldiers were unstable and were swept into the wind. The bloody blades flashed like wheels. The screams stopped suddenly. In an instant, thousands of swords were cut. Cut into pieces, no bones remain. The dragon-headed dragon-horse was truly extraordinary. It raised its head and roared, kicking its four hooves back and forth. He stood firm in front of him. Yang Jiu knew something was wrong, so he stirred up his blood and swung the hammer with all his strength. There was a thunderous sound in the air, dividing the strong wind. on both sides.
A huge force surged in, and Little Master Nanming said "Hey", turned somersault backwards, stood in the void, and looked intently, only to see the hammer head in Yang Jiu's hand entangled with blood and energy, showing its original shape, which was half The tibia of a monster has bulging joints like a hammer and uneven texture, vaguely resembling a fist. She had lived for an unknown number of years and had seen a lot, but she could not imagine what kind of monster's tibia would look like this.
Yang Jiu secretly complained in his heart. The thunderous tibial hammer in his hand was extremely powerful, indeed extraordinary, but it was very draining of blood. He could not hit it for three or five times, and he became a useless person with exhausted blood. His opponent controlled the violent wind and blood blade, killing people like a knife. Chicken, how can I defeat such a ferocious beast?
Little Master Nanming chuckled sharply and yelled: "Interesting! Come again!" Before he finished speaking, his small body suddenly transformed into seven, surrounded Yang Jiu, circled it several times, and raised a pair of fists at the same time. Strike out. Strong winds were blowing, Yang Jiu screamed, he couldn't wait to look at the present moment, the blood in his dantian was unreserved, poured into the thundering tibial hammer, he rounded his arms and waved around, thunder sounded three times in a row, sweeping with great force, After extinguishing the strong wind, the strange smile froze on his face, and the seven figures of Little Master Nanming were annihilated, none of them real.
The hammer came out, and there was not much blood left. Yang Jiu's heartbeat was like a drum, his face was pale, and he subconsciously raised his head, only to see two small hands hanging down by his ears, holding his head, twisting and lifting it, and with a sharp laugh, he A six-yang leader was plucked off, and blood spurted out from the neck. Little Master Nanming lifted the severed head, opened his small mouth, raised his head and drank the blood, as if he was holding a wine jar and sucking wildly.
Among the millions of troops, taking the general's head was like picking out an object from a bag. The monsters gained momentum and roared in unison. The silverback orangutan even stood upright, beating its chest with both fists, and rushed into the enemy formation like a whirlwind, sweeping its long arms. Thousands of troops grabbed two monsters and threw them around, no one could stop them.
"Interesting! Interesting!" Nan Ming's young master was bloody
Lin threw his head aside, stretched out his hand to grab the thundering tibia hammer in his hand, twisted his waist, and landed on the dragon-headed dragon horse's back. The dragon-horse was full of ferocity. It opened its mouth wide and turned around to bite. Unexpectedly, the opponent inserted the bone hammer into its mouth. There was a crisp "click" sound, and several upper and lower teeth collapsed. It screamed in pain.
Little Master Nan Ming clamped his legs together and released some magical beast aura. The dragon-headed dragon and horse fell to the ground with their hooves weak as if struck by lightning. The ferocious flames were like snow lions pointing towards the fire, and the smoke disappeared. Ryoma is also a magical beast. When encountering a figure like the little master who is almost a demon king, it’s okay not to know. Once the breath is sensed, the instinct of surrender is rooted in the blood. How can one develop the heart to resist? All he can do is obey orders obediently. The young master of Nanming laughed "clucking" and was extremely happy. She had seen Wei Shiqi take away the zenith spear of the master of Xiling before, and she was extremely envious. The zenith spear was not something she could covet, and she snatched the thundering tibia hammer and the dragon-headed dragon horse. , which is better than nothing.
When the little master Nanming took off Yang Jiu's head, the overall situation was decided. All that was left was to join forces, hunt down the remaining bandits, and clean up the battlefield. Fan Yu gained a lot from this battle. In addition to absorbing the Iron-Blooded Life Qi and nourishing Qi Qi, Hu Chu, Deng Li, and Shi Xuanbao broke through the bottleneck, were promoted to Generals, and even received thousands of lowered soldiers to supplement their ranks. War is used to support war, fighting for blood, elite soldiers, partial generals, fang generals, and supporting generals. Only when the yellow sand is sifted out can gold be found, and one general succeeds and ten thousand bones are withered. This is what a bloody battle should look like.
When the dust settled, it was already dusk. The red sun was setting in the west and gradually sinking into the sky. The clouds stretched across thousands of miles, like fire, revealing the fierceness and desolation. Fan Yu gathered his soldiers and stationed them on the spot. The little master of Nanming watched. The demonic beasts under his command, large and small, feasted on blood and food. The two sides were clearly distinct and could never be confused. Corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers. Even the pot-bellied man could not eat all these. All the soldiers saw the benefits of wearing armor and holding weapons. Anyone with some sense started to remove the flesh, blood, internal organs of the dead body, leaving the skin. The bones were piled in one place, and if they were not moved, they would pile up into a small mountain.
Although Nan Ming's little master is small, he has a huge appetite. He asked Wei Shiqi first and was surprised to see that he had no intention of trying something new and wasted such a good thing. Without any courtesy, she ate the flesh, blood and organs of the powerful Ox King to her full content, and gave the rest to the silverback orangutan and other confidants. She licked the blood at the corner of her mouth, returned to Wei Shiqi's side with a shy belly, and looked at Fan Yu looked at the busy soldiers under his command and asked curiously: "What are they doing?"
Wei Shiqi said: "The bones of the monster
It is also a material for refining weapons. Although it is not as good as Warcraft, it will be of great benefit to the soldiers to get one or two pieces. "
The young master of Nanming was very curious and stood still to see how he would deal with it. Wei Shiqi did not hide anything and let him watch. Tu Zhen waved the four-star talisman and summoned the Yang Jun Furnace. The thunder-fire boy Lei Siling came out of the fire eye. Looking at the pile of bloody corpses, his eyes almost popped out. There were so many, but how much energy it took to How long will it last?
The materials are all commercially available, so there is no need to worry too much when giving them to soldiers. They just need to be hard and strong. Tu Zhen gave a few instructions. Lei Siling frowned and glanced at Wei Shiqi. He saw that his face was as heavy as water, and he didn't know. Yu Lai shuddered and didn't dare to push three or four. He had to clap his hands and spit out a stream of thunder fire from the fire eyes. Regardless of the thickness, he rolled the bones into the Yangjun furnace and endured the sacrifice.
In the Yangjun furnace, thunder rumbled into one piece, and flames spurted out from the flames, vaguely gathering into the shape of a dragon. With Tu Zhen's care, Lei Siling was happy to cut corners, just like cooking in a big pot, stir-fry a few times, and then it would be out of the pot. After a while of rough sacrificial practice, he received the magical power and poured out a pot of white and dark food. Soldiers are coming.
Not to mention Fan Yu, not even the three generals Hu Chu, Deng Li, and Shi Xuanbao looked down upon, and they were all scattered to the soldiers under his command. One by one, you pushed me and you fought for me. Gradually, your ears became red and your neck became thick, and it became noisy. Not open to trade.
Fan Yu didn't care about the cannon fodder at the bottom, took the two horns and one skin of the powerful bull king, and threw it at Lei Siling's feet. Lei Siling was startled and rubbed his eyes, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He lay on the ground and touched it carefully. He praised it repeatedly and his saliva almost dripped. This is a rare and good treasure. Tu Zhen ordered him to open the furnace to refine the weapon, but Lei Siling waved his hands repeatedly. Such high-quality weapon refining materials should not be done in a hurry. Without a year and a half of water grinding time, it would be a waste of spiritual energy, which is more than a pity.
After a year and a half, there was not much peace and stability. Wei Shiqi still ordered Fan Yu to put away the two things, pointed at the remaining bones of the powerful Ox King, and made a gesture. Lei Siling understood, ran down the deep pit, dismantled the muscles and bones one by one, and made a rough draft. Then he gathered his energy, activated the Yangjun furnace, and started to refine the weapon.
Under the moonlight, Little Master Nanming watched with great interest, his little face illuminated by the firelight, full of excitement.
