The severe pain lasted for a while before it gradually subsided, and the fierce and chaotic consciousness cleared up a little, his lips moved slightly, and he was about to speak, but when he saw Zhao Ziming make a silent gesture to him, he kept silent.

Zhao Ziming's expression did not relax at all, and now there was a gap in Fierce Fierce's heart, and he had to fill it, otherwise, Fierce Fierce would immediately lose blood and die.

Fortunately, he has now advanced to the rank of sergeant, which is almost impossible for ordinary people, and in his opinion, it is just a little troublesome.

Zhao Ziming stretched out his left index finger and mobilized the blood and qi of his whole body to gather in it, and the whole finger emitted a brilliant red light, like the finest ruby.

"It's not enough. Zhao Ziming gritted his teeth, his heart moved, his heart beat vigorously, and slowly sent out a wisp of bright red blood with a trace of white jade.

As soon as this wisp of blood penetrated into the index finger, it was like a fish entering water, swimming around the finger in a circle.

Zhao Ziming stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it on the fierce heart, and the blood between his fingers seeped into it one by one, and the wisp of white blood was the first to rush in.

A magical scene appeared, only to see the gap on the fierce heart around it, and at the same time, small granulations began to emerge, closing in the middle, all of Zhao Ziming's blood and qi were exhausted, and the gap was just filled.

A day later, under the blue sky and white clouds, a figure suddenly shot out from the top of a volcano covered with ice and snow that had been silent for many years, and landed steadily.

Zhao Ziming looked far away, but when he saw that the sky was wide and the earth was wide, his mood was refreshed, and he turned his head and said to Ning Xiaoyu on his back: "Hold it tight!"

He exerted force under his feet, and his figure rushed out, and in a blink of an eye, he was a few zhang away, and then a flash, and a distance of several zhang, which was incredibly fast.

Ning Xiaoyu exclaimed, her hands firmly wrapped around Zhao Ziming's neck, a faint flush appeared on her cheeks, and her beautiful face suddenly added a little coquettishness, and she was unbelievably beautiful!

I don't know how long later, on a rocky path between the two ice peaks, Zhao Ziming and Ning Xiaoyu walked side by side, and the former asked about the latter's father's injury.

Ning Xiaoyu pondered for a moment and said: "That day I fell off the cliff, everyone must think that I could not be spared, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, the people of the royal family will try their best to save my father, besides, with my father's injury, now that so many days have passed, if I don't get the life-saving medicine, I am afraid of ......" said and said, his expression darkened.

Zhao Ziming hurriedly comforted: "No, General Ning has guarded the border for many years, guarded thousands of people, and his merits are immeasurable, and God will bless him." ”

Ning Xiaoyu asked in a low voice, "Do you believe in Buddhism?"

Zhao Ziming was stunned for a moment, and said with a somewhat gloomy expression: "A little, my parents died when I was a child, and I lived with an old man, there is a temple twenty miles away from the village, and there are several specific days every year, the old man will take me to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and every time he will pray to the Bodhisattva to bless me with peace and health." ”

"That old man is ...... now"

"Gone, the beast tide more than two years ago destroyed the village completely, leaving nothing behind. ”

"Actually, I'm not my father's biological daughter. Ning Xiaoyu was silent for a while, and said: "Fourteen years ago, when he led the army to sweep up the bandits, he found me in a cottage and took me back to be raised as his own daughter. ”

Zhao Ziming smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if it's biological, it's enough if he's good to you." ”

Ning Xiaoyu paused, glanced at Zhao Ziming, then followed him, and said silently in his heart: "Yes, it is enough for someone to be good to me." ”

Because he was worried about the safety of his master, Zhao Ziming hurried away, and it took less than two days to arrive at the grassland called the Fierce Beast Ridge, which was still due to Ning Xiaoyu, otherwise he could have been faster.

The moon is sparse, and in a low place, there is a bunch of orange bonfires, and the flames that dance with the wind stretch the shadows of the two people sitting around them into slender and long, like ghosts dancing.

Ning Xiaoyu took the dagger, wiped it repeatedly, occasionally glanced at Zhao Ziming, or observed him through the reflection of the dagger.

Zhao Ziming was unconscious, just staring at his hands intently. At this moment, his two index fingers were wrapped in bright red blood.

"Why can't it work?" Zhao Ziming raised the index finger of his left hand and rubbed it the index finger of his right hand, the two fingers suddenly became hot, but there was no other change, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

It turned out that after choosing to rest here, Zhao Ziming found a dead old tree nearby.

Because he was in the plateau, the night was extremely cold, although he was not all, but Ning Xiaoyu was not good, the first two nights, he did not sleep very peacefully, so he broke a lot of dry branches and came back.

When he was about to make a fire, Zhao Ziming was embarrassed to find that there was no equipment to make a fire.

He had an idea, tried to inject blood into his fingers, and then rubbed his fingers together, and the ghost caused a candle-sized flame to be sparked, which fell on the pyre, and ignited the branches, so that the bonfire was built.

Zhao Ziming was very interested in this blood flame generated by the friction of blood and qi, and tried many times, but he couldn't wipe out the fire, and he couldn't help but feel extremely distressed.

He carefully recalled the process of igniting the blood flame for the first time, and every detail was replayed repeatedly in his mind, and after a long time, his eyes lit up, "I understand!"

Zhao Ziming controlled the blood qi in his index finger to shock slightly, and the color of these blood qi was slightly darker, but it had not yet condensed into a jagged blood line.

In the past few days, Zhao Ziming has often pondered and practiced the armor-piercing heavy blow from the red rune on his heart, and he has made a lot of progress.

He was now able to condense eight jagged blood lines, and his control over blood qi had also improved, as evidenced by his ability to vibrate blood qi in his fingers.

He remembered that before igniting the blood flame, he was trying to condense the ninth blood line, but he didn't succeed, but the blood qi still went through the shock, which was more condensed than ordinary blood qi, and what he used to rub and make the fire was the blood qi after the shock.

Zhao Ziming wiped his fingers with an expectant expression, and sure enough, a small wisp of reddish flame appeared on the index finger of his right hand.

With a flick of his fingers, shooting the blood flame into the fire, Zhao Ziming fell into deep thought. According to Fang Cai's experiment, the production of blood flame has certain requirements for the quality of blood gas, if the white blood gas in the body is used, what will be the result?

It's a pity that in order to heal Liemeng's injuries that day, he consumed all the little white blood in his heart, and now he hasn't recovered, so he can't try it for the time being.

Zhao Ziming immediately thought again, since the blood qi after the shock was useful, why not try it with the blood line condensed when launching the armor-piercing heavy attack?

He stood up, his palms on his side in front of his chest, the blood and qi surging between his palms, and after the shock, a jagged line of blood floated in each palm.

Zhao Ziming closed his palms with a solemn face, and then rubbed it up and down heavily, only to hear a soft sound on the ground, and a red blood flame suddenly rose on his hand, enveloping both palms.

Zhao Ziming spread out his hands and looked at the blood flame that was burning quietly with some joy, as its controller, he could naturally sense the horror of the blood flame.

According to his estimates, in terms of pure destruction, this blood flame was superior to the armor-piercing heavy attack!

However, happiness was sad, and after a while, Zhao Ziming's face turned a little pale. He tried every method he could think of, but he couldn't extinguish the blood flames!

The burning of the blood flame is fueled by his blood qi, and the consumption rate is quite terrifying, and it doesn't take a cup of tea to burn out his blood qi.

And once the blood qi is exhausted, Zhao Ziming has a premonition that he will be burned into ashes by his two blood flames!

Cold sweat came out densely from the tip of his nose and the corners of his forehead, Zhao Ziming's face was pale, and he stood motionless, thinking about how to save himself quickly in his mind.

Perhaps it was his calmness that played a role, Zhao Ziming blessed his soul with a soul power, wrapped the blood flame, and then easily peeled off from his hand.

Looking at the blood flame suspended in the air, Zhao Ziming breathed a long sigh of relief, and felt that he would live for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

How to deal with the blood flame has become a big problem, after the blood flame was sealed by the soul power, it stopped burning, but it was not extinguished, maintaining the form of a flame, and it was full of violent energy, Zhao Ziming definitely did not dare to treat it casually.

After thinking about it, the only way seemed to be to throw it away, so Zhao Ziming said to Ning Xiaoyu, controlled his soul power to hold the blood flame, and ran to the high ground in front of him alone.

The scope of the extension of soul power is limited, only about six zhang, even if the impact method is used, it is impossible to send the blood flame too far, Zhao Ziming pondered for a moment, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, he still decided to solve the problem with an armor-breaking heavy blow.

He took two steps back, raised his right fist flat, and collected the little blood qi left in his body in his right arm, and then condensed into eight jagged lines of blood.

Just as Zhao Ziming was about to punch, there was a sudden sound of agitated horse neighing in the distance, giving him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and he slowed down his movements and looked in the direction of the sound source.

A flash of silver light came into view, Zhao Ziming could see it clearly, the silver light that was moving fast, it was the silver-headed wolf of the steppe wolves he had encountered when he first entered the Fierce Beast Ridge!

Twenty or thirty zhang behind the silver wolf, a black figure followed unhurriedly, but it was the black horse that had been chased by the wolves and almost died.

Now it seems that the situation has been reversed, as if a dark horse is chasing the silver wolf.

However, Zhao Ziming didn't have time to think about it, maintaining the heavy blow of armor-piercing was too heavy a load on his body, so he looked in the direction and punched out towards the suspended blood flame.

A dark red ball of light hit the blood flame, and as soon as the two sides came into contact, it was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and the light suddenly swelled to the size of the wheel of the carriage, and the red blood flame on the surface jumped endlessly, and was carried by the fist and shot away into the distance.

And the landing point of this huge ball of light is exactly where the silver wolf will pass.