It seems to be making him consume.

What to consume? Physical? Internal force? Or is it time?

Nangong Zhao turned back vigilantly.

Behind him, the place facing north.

The light of the fire has already appeared, and as soon as the dry grain meets the fire, it burns instantly.

When Shui Yueran condescendingly checked the situation in the air just now, she saw it really, even the heavily guarded granary.

What Leng Xingchen said just now is where the granary is.

Fiction and reality.

Their first target was the granary.

The previous arrows were just to confuse Nangong Zhao.

Only one inconspicuous arrow was thrown by Shui Yueran, and only she could accurately control the landing point of the arrow.

It takes time for magic to ignite.

As long as it is not discovered, once it burns, it can no longer be stopped.

The most important thing in marching and fighting is food and grass, once the supply of grain and grass is insufficient, or it is destroyed, the army's morale will be broken.

Xueji originally belonged to a barren land, and the grain and grass have always been precious, but now it has been burned by Leng Xingchen, and Xueji has lost this battle!

Nangong Zhao's eyes were red at this time, and he pounced on him with a big hammer, and his body was filled with a thick killing intent.

Seeing this, the generals behind him also followed closely behind.

Leng Xingchen's hand holding the sword was shocked, and he said in a cold voice: "Work together to break through and swear to keep them safe!" Nangong Zhao hand it over to me! ”

The five people received the order, and all of them went to the rear, leaving Leng Xingchen alone.

What awaits him is a killing that either you die or he dies.

Like a sharp sword, Leng Xingchen greeted him and aimed directly at the big sword.

Is this the rhythm of sending to death? Seeing Shui Yueran was shocked, and she also knew how to defend and then attack when encountering a strong enemy.

Leng Xingchen's move opened the door wide, without the slightest defensive momentum, could it be that he was ready to die together?

Exchange his blood for their lives?

Nangong Zhao's eyebrows also flashed with the same confusion as Shui Yueran.

Is this going to stab him and give him a fatal blow at the same time?

It's not so easy for him to get it.

The hammer in his hand has shattered the internal organs of many people.

On the battlefield, wanting to use a sharp sword against the enemy, this is simply a joke in Nangong Zhao's eyes.

Although the sword is sharp, on the battlefield, it hurts people's flesh and skin the most, and sees bones at most, and how many people can seal their throats with a sword. Although the person who was wounded by the sword looked horrific in appearance, he had no worries about his life.

The real power is the blunt weapon that doesn't see the edge.

Often with a hammer or an axe, the internal organs are damaged, and the appearance seems to be fine, but the inside is already shattered, and it is powerless to fight back again.

The sharp swords on the battlefield are mostly embroidered with fists and legs, posing.

Boy, today you have the privilege of giving you a taste of the power of this hammer.

At the moment, the foot is faster, using internal force and the arm, the hammer is even higher by three points.

Seeing that the two were about to face each other, at this time, Leng Xingchen paused at his feet, his body was slightly deviated, and the whole person avoided Nangong Zhao's blow.

Before Nangong Zhao could understand what was going on, a cold artifact was placed on his neck, and the sharp edge made him shudder.

"How is that possible?" Nangong Zhao didn't believe it.

"The heavier the weapon, the more lethality it will give the opponent, that's right. But there is a fatal weakness, the loss of due dexterity. ”

"You just did it on purpose!" Nangong Zhao figured it out at this time.

Only in this way will he be desperate to carry the power on the hammer, and with the weight of the impact and the hammer, he will not be able to stop at all.