Ye Changsheng only fought a sword, which was given to Xin Ru.

With the conditions of the workshop, no matter how much he improved his quality, it would be impossible for him to reach the trial level.

For a cultivator like the Seven Samurai, weapons below the trial level didn't make any sense, and they didn't have the slightest bonus to the dragon slaying plan.

Therefore, Changsheng doesn't need to waste time, he can improve everyone's morale and confidence, and the goal will be achieved.

There are six days left until the dragon slay, and faith really matters.

After casually eating a little jerky, Ye Changsheng got rid of the chattering Xin Wu, returned to the cabin, and entered the "Jiluo Realm".

The improvement of weapon performance and the improvement of the quality of iron tools requires a large amount of data measurement and deduction.

After Changsheng cultivated the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula", with the support of strong spiritual power, all the calculations and deductions can be completed in his mind without using paper and pen.

Countless numbers and symbols shuttle through my mind, turning into three-dimensional graphics.

These figures then flowed into the hands of villagers and craftsmen, turning them into a variety of utensils and weapons.

In the tense busyness, five days passed in a flash.

At dusk, the village chief Xin Wenxiong, the samurai captain Xin Wuguo, the workshop master Xin Wu, as well as Ye Changsheng and Xin Ru, stood solemnly on the high altar together.

Tomorrow is the day when the dragon eagle comes to fetch food.

Tomorrow is the day that will decide the fate of all people.

For this dragon slaying plan, Taoyuan Village exhausted all its resource reserves.

Once they fail, even if the dragon eagle does not kill them, the cold winter will take the lives of most people.

A cold wind blew, and black clouds surged in the sky, and the glow pierced through the clouds, changing light and shadow, and swept over the village.

When the last glimmer of light fades away, darkness falls.

"It's snowing!" Xin Ru reached out and caught a black snowflake.

It's snowing?!

Ye Changsheng looked at the black snow falling one after another, and couldn't help but show joy.

It's snowing!

Everyone also reacted, overjoyed and excited.

The Dragon Eagle is a fire-attribute dragon beast, and on snowy days, its strength will be limited.

Maybe the restrictions brought by snowflakes are insignificant, but that's a good sign, isn't it?

It's snowing!

The whole village resounded with earth-shattering cheers.

The corners of Xin Wenxiong's eyes moistened, Xin Ru burst into tears, and everyone was silent, just quietly watching the crowd of people running and cheering in the dark snow.

Xin Wenxiong turned to look at Ye Changsheng: "Young Master Ye, Taoyuan Village will never forget what you have done. Tonight Xinru will take you to the vicinity of the tomb and hope you can find what you need. ”

Everyone looked at Ye Changsheng and bowed their heads!

For the sake of Taoyuan Village, Ye Changsheng had already done enough, how could they ask for too much?

Tomorrow will be a fierce battle, and even they themselves dare not guarantee that they will survive in the end.

Ye Changsheng looked surprised, and was about to say something, when the craftsman Chang Xin Wu stepped forward, his big hand covered with scars, and slapped him on the shoulder.

Xin Wu said emotionally: "Ye Gongzi, you should live well, if the old man does not die, he must go to you!"

Ye Changsheng nodded, and just as he was about to open his mouth, the warrior captain Xin Wuguo strode forward: "Ye Gongzi, your cultivation is not low, and your future is unlimited, so you have to live well, if we all die, maybe one day, you can avenge us!"

Xin Ru stepped forward and said with red eyes: "Ye Changsheng, let's go, I have to rush back early." ”

Ye Changsheng was silent for a moment, saw that no one spoke, and finally said, "Haven't you ever thought about using this snow to do something?"

Do something?

Everyone looked stunned and looked at Ye Changsheng one after another.

......

Black snow, it fell overnight.

Layers of snowflakes fall, turning into black water and blending with the earth.

When the morning came, the entire Taoyuan Village turned into a big mud pond.

The sky was dark, and more than 1,000 residents of Taoyuan Village stood neatly under the altar.

The cold and damp wind blew, and many women shivered and quickly tightened the collar of the child's clothes.

On top of the altar, the food was piled up into a hill and held together by thick twine.

The corpses of beasts and demon beasts emitted a fishy smell, which made everyone's eyes stinging and dizzy.

Ye Changsheng was tightly wrapped and stood in the crowd, inconspicuous.

The crossbow was close to his forearm, and there was a burst of coolness, calming his boiling battle intent.

The last three crossbow arrows have been wound, the black dragon dagger is ready, and in the last moment of the battle, he will also take out the ethereal sword.

He doesn't think too much about it, it's a battle, a trial, a trial.

Slay a dragon, or be slaughtered by a dragon.

Rumble!

Rumble!

In the distant canyon, a dull roar could be heard.

It was Long Ying's footsteps, walking towards Taoyuan Village step by step.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The earth began to tremble, the sound of footsteps drew nearer, and everyone's hearts hung high.

On the high ground of the valley, the dragon eagle appeared!

It looked down on the village from a high vantage point, and with a single blow of its legs, it flapped its wings and hovered over the village.

A powerful divine sense emanated, enveloping the entire village, and the sharp eagle eyes of the dragon eagle, flashing with red light, patrolled every corner.

It's careful, every time it's careful, and it's been even more careful since it was plotted by these lowly Terrans more than a hundred years ago.

The mud after the snow interfered with its senses, but it wasn't much different from seven days ago.

Dogs with incontinence, chickens hiding in the shadows, waterfowl lying motionless on the water, poisonous insects desperately fleeing deep underground, everything is no different.

Contemptuous of these humble beings, the dragon eagle didn't bother to take another look, and flapped its wings towards the altar.

It flew very high, deliberately casting a huge shadow down on those lowly Terrans.

It let out a high-pitched eagle roar, spread its wings, and burst into flames!

Raise your head, humble slave,

Tremble, lowly Terran,

What you look up to, what you worship, is the blood of the great dragons, the descendants of the brave king of the sky, the dragon eagle!

The dragon eagle in the flames, its wide wings spread endlessly, and the edges of its jagged wing feathers were like staggered swords.

Its body, which was more than ten meters long, was covered with black dense dragon scales, and a slender dragon tail swayed slightly, falling down with little fire.

The eagle's beak like an iron anchor, its sharp eyes, and its vain claws, accompanied by a violent and incomparable momentum, hit everyone's vision and heart.

Ye Changsheng's palms were sweating, and his heart was beating violently, as if he was about to jump out of the wound a few days ago.

In the midst of the flames in the sky, the dragon eagle released a powerful coercion and slowly landed on the altar.

It didn't realize that today's altar was bigger than the last.

Long Ying's powerful divine sense swept over, and he nodded with satisfaction, this time the food was not only fresh, but also abundant.

Eager to go back and have a full meal, the dragon eagle's talons clasped the rope of the hemp rope, carrying a mountain of food, and flew upward.

"Boom!"

Just as the dragon eagle flapped its wings and just left the ground, the dirt and stones on the edge of the altar collapsed with a bang.

PS, the second more point seven,