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A samurai walking cautiously ahead. ,:。 Please search to see the most complete! After seeing Zhao Hu, his eyes first focused on Zhao Hu's waist, and he couldn't help but 'revea' a shocked look.

But when this very ordinary-looking middle-aged man found that Zhao Hu was only one person, he somehow flashed a trace of hideous and greedy look, and then he looked majestic, and walked towards Zhao Hu with a knife, and shouted majestically: "Whose peasant soldiers are you?" Don't you bow when you see the samurai of your family? ”

The tightness given to him by his brain, as well as the extremely uncomfortable feeling, made Zhao Hu's heart beat violently: "Does the black 'colored' flame represent danger and enemies?" ”

Although his mind was racing in his mind, Zhao Hu's face was still naturally 'revealed' with a look of fear. Standing respectfully, holding a bamboo gun, bowed his head and saluted: "I've seen my lord." The small ones are the peasants and soldiers of Dafeng Village. ”

"Boy, Dafeng Village should not be completely sealed, so although I am not your lord, my status is higher than your lord, so you have to bow down to me!" The warrior stood in front of Zhao Hu and said with a grin.

Seeing that the samurai * knife he held in his hand never took back his sword boots, Zhao Hu was sure that as long as he knelt down and kowtowed, he would definitely be cut off by the other party's head with a very easy knife, but Zhao Hu, who had already made a decision, naturally looked sincerely frightened, and said respectfully: "Yes, I don't know if the little one will be lucky enough to know the name of the adult." While making a gesture of putting down the bamboo spear and bowing. The warrior didn't notice that Zhao Hu was making the action of releasing the bamboo spear, he moved the bamboo spear back, and the tip of the spear in front of his hand was only one meter long.

"Boy, I'm Zhou Ming, the Ling family's Hundred Stone Warrior!" The warrior stared at Zhao Hu's outstretched neck, and said in a flat tone, and at the same time, the knife in his hand had been raised rapidly, and he was about to cut off Zhao Hu's head, but unfortunately, at this moment, he was alert to a dangerous chill, but he didn't know if it was not enough strength or what, and when he wanted to react, his neck had been pierced by a bamboo gun.

"Yes, I remember!" Zhao Hu smiled and looked at the samurai in front of him with wide-eyed eyes and an incredible look, the samurai * sword in his hand was held high, but he no longer had the strength to swing it down.

"Uh-uh......" The samurai rolled his eyes, and only a few bubbles sounded in his throat, and hung up in such a desperate reluctance.

Zhao Hu just held the bamboo spear like this, let the blood stay in his hand along the bamboo spear, and watched the black 'color' flame above the warrior's head 'violent' shaking and burning fiercely, and it didn't take time to breathe, this originally black 'color', the flame that gave people an uncomfortable feeling turned into a bright fiery red 'color' flame, and then this fiery red 'color' flame broke away from the top of the samurai's head, flew towards Zhao Hu, and entered Zhao Hu's body.

Zhao Hu clearly felt that his brain had become extremely sober and refreshing, just like drinking a frozen drink on a hot day, and similarly, Zhao Hu also clearly felt that the slightest divine consciousness that he had not noticed before actually had a trace of appearance, that is to say, now Zhao Hu can clearly feel the changes in the air flow within one meter around him.

Feeling the change in the 'essence' divine power, especially in the existence of the divine consciousness once, Zhao Hu immediately became excited.

Zhao Hu, who was in a hurry, let go of the bamboo gun, let the samurai fall to the ground, and then unceremoniously washed the corpse, the samurai * knife and the knife boots and the coins on the samurai's body naturally fell into the hands of Zhao Hu without accident, and the samurai's armor, although Zhao Hu was reluctant, he would not be idiotic enough to wear it. It's no better than a concealed saber, this kind of armor of a well-known samurai, it doesn't matter if the enemy is sure, and if you wear it by your own people, you're looking for death!

With a samurai* knife in his waist and a bamboo spear on his shoulder, Zhao Hu continued to walk forward humming a song, relying on an unexpected kill of an enemy samurai, hoping to kill an enemy samurai again to increase his 'essence' divine power.

Zhao Hu continued to 'swing' in this thick white mist, and he didn't know if it was his bad luck or what, he had been 'swinging' for so long, and he didn't even see anyone, not only the enemy, but also his own people.

"Damn! It must have been noon by this time, right? Under the sun's illumination, why did the white fog decrease and become thinner at all? I've walked for so long and I've seen that this is a plain area, not a valley, no river, and no dense forest, how can this dense fog survive for so long? Forget it, don't care about these, anyway, it's a world made up of 'chaos' creatures, and anything can happen. Zhao Hu was bored while looking at the dense fog around him and muttering.

When he was wandering around, Zhao Hu suddenly felt a tightening heart, and jumped to the side, only to wake up and be shocked to find that the bamboo gun he was carrying on his shoulder had been cut off in half, and when he looked up, he found that a crack appeared in the white 'color' fog, and then in an instant, this crack expanded rapidly, like a piece of cloth being torn apart violently, and when it expanded rapidly to a distance of more than ten meters, a gust of wind carried the rolling fog to blow.

The strap that Zhao Hu was firmly tied to his waist was about to be blown up. Not to mention the flag behind it, you can fully appreciate how fierce this wind is, and with the appearance of the wind. The dense fog around him also spread rapidly, allowing Zhao Hu to see the surrounding situation clearly.

First of all, hundreds of meters ahead, there are two samurai facing each other, one wearing black armor and holding a spear, the other wearing red armor and holding a samurai* sword. It can be said that it is definitely at the level of a high-level samurai.

This could not tell the samurai of the two camps, separated by a distance of three or four meters. From time to time, I stabbed the spear and slashed the samurai*, and I circled each other like a show. But Zhao Hu's pupils shrank directly, because every time these two guys made a false move, the dense fog on the opposite side either cracked a crack. Either a big 'hole' will appear, and then the fog will roll out violently, and the ground behind them will come out with their tricks to 'make sand and rocks', and the original green grass is now sand!

Zhao Hu waited desperately, looked at the scene in front of him a little sluggishly, and couldn't help shouting: "I'm damn it!" I also said that the samurai garbage of this world! I didn't expect it to be so 'awesome'? Can it emit a colorless energy? You must know that even those monks in the fairy world, because there are too many impurities in the body, all they show are all kinds of shapely and 'colored' energy, and I haven't seen anyone who can really display formless and colorless energy! I didn't expect that there are so two characters in front of me who can display their intangible and colorless energy! ”

"It's just their strength level. That is, there are very few impurities in their bodies, but this power is a bit low-level, right? It stands to reason that to achieve such a Cheng dù's strength, it should be super 'awesome'. If you slash it out with a knife, you have to crack the ground for a few kilometers, and if you stab it out, you have to 'hole' through a few mountains, right? Did you just plow the ground and blow some of the fog away? How strange is it, is it possible that the energy of this world is all formless and colorless? Shouldn't it? Zhao Hu 'touched' his chin and muttered with doubt.

In Zhao Hu's muttering, the two warriors, one black and one red, also became more and more fierce, although there was never a 'crossing' of blades, but the fierce wind had already blown a wide range of dense fog.

After the dense fog disappeared, I immediately saw two military formations nearly 100 meters away from the battle site, on the left was a 'plugged' red circle Mitsubishi picture, and on the right was a blue 'color' four copper coin figures, the front of the left and right two military formations were very neat, the big heads were all samurai costumes, and the rear were low-level samurai collecting their own people who heard the movement and came out of the dense fog one after another. Of course, it is inevitable to kill enemy soldiers who are looking in the wrong direction.

The military formations on both sides were about one or two thousand people each, the samurai of all levels on both sides were less than a hundred, the soldiers armed with metal spears were three or four hundred on each side, and the rest were all peasant soldiers with bamboo spears, and these peasant soldiers were obediently standing and watching the game in the field under the control of low-level samurai and soldiers.

And Zhao Hu's goods were lucky, and they were actually in the lower center of the two military formations, so Zhao Hu naturally didn't say a word, and ran towards the military formation with a red circle of Mitsubishi upright.

A low-level warrior with a saber, seeing Zhao Hu, a peasant soldier dressed as a soldier, but also wearing a sword, couldn't help frowning and leading two soldiers to come forward and shout: "Report your place of origin and name!" ”

"My lord, I'm Zhao Hu from Dafeng Village." Zhao Hu immediately responded.

"Zhao Hu of Dafeng Village? What do you have in your bag? The warrior directly combined the village name and the nickname to give Zhao Hu a new name, and his eyes also shifted to the thing on Zhao Hu's waist.

"Enemy Soldier Head." Zhao Hu said very indifferently.

"Oh? More than ten? The samurai's eyes flashed, and the eyes of the two soldiers behind him showed envy and jealousy.

"Exactly ten." Zhao Hu raised his eyebrows and said.

"Is there a samurai head?" The samurai's gaze turned to the samurai* sword at Zhao Hu's waist.

"No, they're all peasants, not even a single soldier, and this samurai* sword is what I gained from a strong enemy peasant soldier." Zhao Hu held down the saber and said.

"Hehe, it saves you a sum of equipment procurement fees when you become a samurai, go to Lord Lingda to confirm the head, as long as you don't kill good and risk merit, with 10 enemy soldier heads, it is enough for you to become a two-stone samurai." The warrior pointed at the curtain not far away, and it was obvious that he was a little envious of Zhao Hu.

This book is from l/18/18425/

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