When Ning Ge heard the word "instrument slave", he already had a concept in his mind. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Originally, Ning Ge thought that "tool slaves" only existed in books, but he didn't expect that when Hu Jiu'er said this word, Ning Ge knew that there were really weapon slaves in this world.

The word slave is stored in the last volume of the "Flood Sutra" "Enlightenment". People in the world only say that the "Flood Classics" are broken and useless, but they don't know that the evolution of today's martial arts or Xiwen is from the "Flood Classics". The age of the appearance of the "Flood Wilderness Sutra" has long been unexaminable, and the remnants of the world today are less than one-tenth of the original, and there are many disorders, many revised versions, and it has long lost its reference value, and many people will not read the "Flood Wilderness Sutra" at all.

Ning Ge watched "The Book of the Flood of Waste", and there were many obscure places, and if he didn't want to find out the abnormalities of his body, Ning Ge would not have insisted on reading the incomplete "The Book of the Flood and the Wilderness" at all.

At the end of the Enlightenment Chapter, there is a mention of "instrument slaves".

"Instrument" is a general term, which can refer to utensils, utensils, organs, talents, etc. The tool slaves in the "Flood Wilderness Sutra" generally refer to the slaves who become "weapons" and "weapons".

Of course, the "instrument slave" in front of me is an exception. Ning Ge's aura was added, and he was very sensitive to the spiritual things around him, but he did not feel the spiritual fluctuations in the bodies of more than a dozen silver navy at this time.

But whoever becomes a slave, the "instrument" they guard must not be an ordinary soldier. It is not the weapon of mortal soldiers, but it has become spiritual like man, otherwise it would not be able to control "man" and make man their slave.

A month ago, Ning Ge hadn't seen Hu Jiu'er yet, but he had already sensed Hu Jiu'er's sword grazing his neck, and then he raised his head.

It was also that night, Ning Ge couldn't see clearly how Ji Ling's fist came out, but he just sensed that fist coming towards him. What Ning Ge sensed was not a fist, nor a fist with spirituality, but Ji Ling as a person.

Half a month ago, Ning Ge was able to hit the arrow shot by the demon water with every punch, in addition to perceiving the spirituality of the demon people, he also sensed the spirituality of the weak bow and forgetting to return the arrow, because the weak and forgetting to return is one of the immortal soldiers of the demon race.

But at this moment, Ning Ge did not feel the spirituality from the more than a dozen people around him, not even their people. But Ning Ge believes in Hu Jiu'er's vision, because Hu Jiu'er can see things that others can't see.

But what exactly are the slaves of what weapons?

Just after a thousand thoughts turned in Ning Ge's mind, more than a dozen silver seas made an instant move. The weapons in their hands are not ordinary, but they are not magical either.

Although the mount of the Silver Navy is not as good as the Predator's Wind Chaser, its weapon is on par with the Predator's: the Silver Frost Knife.

The cold iron from the northern ice fields is forged by the cold fire of the underground. The blade is wide and sharp. The tenacious flesh of the demon race has been destroyed countless times under this sword.

But the Silver Frost Knife is definitely not one of the highest equipment of the Silver Navy.

At that time, Xu Jin led the Dahong army to cross the reckless Beiliang Mountain, drove away the demons for 30,000 li, and set up a barrier for Dahong in the north.

Many years have passed since that war, and the people of Dahong, who have been peaceful for many years, have long forgotten about the remnant snow knife, and are talking more about the silver frost knife. Because after that battle, it was the Silver Navy that had been holding the Silver Frost Sword in the north of Dahong, looking at the demons in the north.

Even the strongest army in Dahong today, the iron-blooded army, is not equipped with the remnant snow knife, and the remnant snow knife has been left with the first battle of that year, and I don't know why, the remnant snow knife seems to be "extinct" in Dahong.

Now in the hands of more than a dozen silver navy is not the Silver Frost Knife, but the Remnant Snow Knife.

Hu Jiu'er's ancestors lived in the north thousands of years ago, and each generation participated in the war against the demons. They know all about the weapons of the Terrans.

Seeing more than a dozen silver navy holding the remnant snow knife in their hands, Hu Jiu'er's pupils suddenly dilated, and the aura around the red thin sword rolled, as if facing a great enemy, the momentum soared, and he looked around.

More than a dozen weapon slaves of the Xuanwu Realm, holding the remnant snow knife in their hands, slashed with a knife.

From top to bottom, without routines, lifted, above the head, with an arc, and then falling.

There is a cold air carrying frost, and it is blowing in the face. On several snow peaks on the ground, the ice and snow faintly cracked, and there was a "hissing" sound, and then the cracks spread out like vines, and the ice and snow rolled down.

The cedars rise from the ground, fall with snow and ice all around them, and fall into the valley.

Avalanche!

The remnant snow knives in the hands of more than a dozen silver navy were still falling, and the snow peaks below had collapsed.

The rolling down of the ice and snow brought up a white mist in the canyon, and the cold instantly invaded the sky, and the warmth of the sun was eroded in an instant.

More than a dozen remnant snow knives finally fell, and it seemed that with an endless chill, they wanted to freeze the world.

Hu Jiu'er's pupils had been opened to the maximum, and a majestic atmosphere was condensed on her cute face.

The true qi around the red thin sword was like fire, surging and rolling, as if waiting to burn this endless cold qi.

The power of a sword can resist the momentum of more than a dozen remnant snow knives. At the moment when Hu Jiu'er's pupils opened to the maximum, he had already swung out more than a dozen swords, each of which was smooth and extremely chic.

If Ning Ge didn't look carefully, he could only see that Hu Jiu'er only swung out one sword, at most two swords: out of the sword, out of the sword.

Anyone who learns swords knows how to make and collect swords, and Hu Jiu'er is under the pressure of more than a dozen remnant snow knives, without looking carefully, he is indeed just swordsman and swords.

But Ning Ge saw that even his eyesight was not as good as Hu Jiu'er's.

But he was the closest to Hu Jiu'er, and no one present was closer than him.

Countless cold qi came with more than a dozen remnant snow knives before, and Ning Ge's aura around him resisted it, he couldn't move his hands and feet, and in the stillness, Hu Jiu'er swung a dozen swords that flashed like a phantom, and completely fell into Ning Ge's eyes.

As the momentum of Hu Jiu'er's red thin sword soared, Ning Ge's hands and feet temporarily loosened, and then he felt that the endless cold air had fallen.

Hu Jiu'er has already collected the sword, at this time, no one knows why Hu Jiu'er wants to collect the sword?

Because the sword moves represented by the sword collection have been exhausted, the sword momentum has been collected, and the more than a dozen residual snow knives above the head are in full swing, and the cold air is like a tide, which seems to carry the power of heaven and earth, overwhelming.

Hu Jiu'er's realm is the same as more than a dozen silver navy, the peak of the Xuanwu realm.

One person against more than a dozen people of the same realm, Hu Jiu'er has already collected his sword!

The overwhelming cold suddenly stopped before falling on the top of his head, and then more than a dozen red sword rays appeared below the cold air like a net, as if he wanted to rely on the net woven by these dozens of sword rays to block the endless cold air above.

Snow fell, and from Ning Ge's sight, Hu Jiu'er's pupils slowly fell.

As soon as Hu Jiu'er grabbed Ning Ge's hand, before he could say a word to leave, he saw snow. The snow she saw did not come from Ning Ge's eyes, but from the world.

When he raised his head, the sword nets swung out by more than a dozen red and thin swords had disappeared, and the cold air rushed straight to the door like a spring cold, and his body seemed to go straight into an ice cellar.

The cold air condensed, and the red thin sword condensed at the net, and the sword shadow dissipated. The residual heat, digesting the cold, actually fell snowflakes.

The red thin sword that Hu Jiu'er retracted, with a "clang", suddenly jumped up from Hu Jiu'er's back, pierced through the layers of cold air, rolled up countless snowflakes, like a fire meteor, straight into the sky, and then disappeared.

More than a dozen silver navy looked puzzled, but the swords and swords in their hands had already fallen, and there was no longer the slightest hindrance.

Below the feet, above the snowy peaks, there was no more ice and snow, and they all turned into powder, a piece of ice mist. Between the rolling snow peaks, the sound of avalanches rolling, on the Yangchun River, ice and snow plugged the road.

Ning Ge's little donkey was so frightened that he withdrew a long way from the first avalanche, until he was sure that he was not affected, he raised his long donkey face, pricked up his ears, and looked at his unscrupulous, messing with names, and each more disgusting master, whether he lost his life.

But at this time, it no longer cares about the safety of its unscrupulous owner, and runs wildly among the snow-covered peaks. The ice cracked beneath his feet, then shattered into powder, slid down the mountain, and crashed into the canyon.

The cedars fell to the ground one after another, and the little green donkey was black, moving and jumping between the fallen cedars, as light as a deer crossing a mountain stream.

Suddenly, the little green donkey's black feet stepped into the air and knelt forward. I saw that the ice in front of me suddenly cracked and slid down the mountain, and the black body fell uncontrollably with the ice.

The canyon below, the ice and snow are like iron, and if you fall this time, you will inevitably lose your bones and bones if you don't die. But the front hooves were already on their knees, sliding down with the snow and ice. Rao is little green donkey's black mind is like a human, and he can only be anxious at the moment, and the donkey's eyes are as big as copper bells.

At the moment when he was about to fall into the canyon, the black demon was drenched in cold sweat, as if he had fallen into a furnace. The little green donkey gritted its broad donkey teeth, as if he was about to make some big decision.

But in the next moment, a fiery red sword fell from the sky, landed in front of the little green donkey, burned the surrounding ice and snow, and left with the little green donkey imperial sword.

The little green donkey knew this sword, this sword should not have appeared here, it should have appeared on the battlefield in the distance.

This red sword is naturally Hu Jiu'er's red thin sword.

No one thought that at a critical time, Hu Jiu'er's red thin sword pierced through the sky, and it was actually to save Ning Ge's little green donkey!

On the red thin sword, there was a little green donkey standing in the direction of Ning Ge and Hu Jiu'er.

The closer to where Ning Ge and Hu Jiu'er were, the heavier the cold became. But when these cold qi approached the Red Thin Sword, they turned into mist one after another and quickly dissipated.

The little green donkey's black eyes did not look at how the red thin sword resisted the cold, but looked at the more than ten silver navy that finally formed a might, slashing at Ning Ge and Hu Jiu'er's ten swords.

If it was an ordinary dozen knives, Hu Jiu'er should be able to escape from the sword momentum he was facing with the sword network formed by the red thin sword before. But this is not an ordinary dozen knives, this is a dozen slaves, a knife connected by heart. Hu Jiu'er couldn't even leave the range of this sword momentum.

The time that Hu Jiu'er had won by the previous ten swords and red thin swords was only enough to hold Ning Ge's hand, and he didn't even have a chance to leave.

Then the sword momentum dissipated, the red thin sword broke through the encirclement, and the power composed of more than a dozen remnant snow knives was still the same, shrouding down.

Hu Jiu'er didn't have a sword in his hand, and he was facing more than a dozen silver navy in the same realm as himself, but he looked at Ning Ge unhurriedly and said, "If you don't punch again, we are really going to die!"

The moment Hu Jiu'er spoke, the true qi around her body surged towards Ning Ge. Ning Ge, who was originally extremely cold, returned to normal with his hands and feet, no longer like he was frozen and unable to move before, nor like a second ago, he could only move slightly.

He looked at Hu Jiu'er, seemed to have an understanding, and said, "Oh!"

Then his white fist was quietly raised, and in the snow-white world, the green tendons loomed, and the fist looked even more immature and white.

His fist was raised lifelessly, without momentum.

If he raised his palm, others would think that the sun was too big, and he forgot to bring an umbrella and stretched out his hand to shield the poisonous sun in the sky. But not now, because his hand was clenched tightly, and it was a fist.

More than a dozen Silver Navy swords came with thousands of cold qi pressing on the top, and Ning Ge raised his small fist.

Seeing this, the little green donkey who was standing on the red thin sword shook his head with a sigh, and then disappeared into thin air.