(Recently, it's too water.,So conscience found a chapter of water 3K.,Instantly feel cute.。 )

Zhang Jinbei stretched out his uninjured hand, stood like a monument, and slapped it fiercely with blue and black energy.

The young man of the dart game who was still fighting in the beast did not dodge or dodge, stretched out his arm and stabbed it straight, desperately slammed the short dagger into the opponent's heart, and at the same time slammed into the big opener with the strong wind, making it clear that he wanted to die with the crow leader in front of him.

The short dagger does not wear the palm protected by the gangqi, but as long as the other party has not practiced the gangyi, it is impossible to be thoughtful everywhere, and the young man makes the choice of the moment between the lightning and flint, which is not the best, but he is extremely decisive and ruthless.

Liu Tugou saw it clearly from the side, grinned, and made up his mind to stand by and watch, Brother Zhang's dozens of brothers were all watching, how could he steal the limelight from others?

Zhang Jinbei's wrist flipped, and the powerful stele opener swept like a big flag, smashing the heart-devouring short dagger with one palm, and the remaining momentum was undiminished, and the dagger fragments were slapped into the head of the young man in the dart game.

Click! With the addition of a huge force, the top of the young man's head immediately collapsed, and two eyeballs burst out.

The young man was beaten to the ground by this beat, and the whole person instantly became shorter, and his neck was all submerged in his chest, but it was not broken, and there was still a breath.

Zhang Jinbei showed no mercy, he didn't intend to give the young man a chance to leave his last words, he flicked his cloak to cover his body, and at the same time made up for it again, smashing the young man's shriveled head stained with blood.

Waving his hand and throwing the cloak back behind his back, Zhang Jinbei looked around, and the flying blood and bones splashed all over the nearby captives, but no one dared to move.

Liu Tugou, who had avoided early, sighed, the miserable young man actually had an appetite for the second master, and he fought with the black wolf in the old forest and even killed the bandits in the illusion later, how similar is the scene with Fang Cai.

It's a pity that this young man doesn't have a good life as the second master, and he can have a real master outside the world to rush to collect apprentices.

The Third Banner Soldier immediately slashed and killed more than a dozen captives to vent his anger, but no one resisted.

The abundant "grass valley" was quickly counted, except for the common Qingzhou salt, tea, porcelain, silk and other favorite things of the Di people, most of the rest are high-quality Qingzhou ironware, only when the construction of the arrow cluster mixed with cold iron there are tens of thousands, enough to arm a thousand people.

Such a just right amount is, of course, significant.

Zhang Jinbei divided a group of men and horses to escort the captives and unused goods to the nearby Shudi tribe, in exchange for real money, fat sheep and horses, and the rest of the people counted and gathered more than a dozen carts of fine blades and other military supplies, and swaggered back to Xiandeng Village.

The three members of the Fourth Banner were far behind, barely falling behind.

Like Yang Xiong's halberd, Liu Tugou chose two cold iron short knives among the trophies, but he didn't plan to use them himself, but to use them to feed the slaughtering knife.

After the great battle, he even fought hard with a divine weapon like the Qin Wangzhao Sword, and it was naturally impossible for the Slaughter Sword to go undamaged. Because it once conceived and raised a tender knife spirit, coupled with the blessing of the Slaughtering Heart Knife, this knife can gradually repair itself, but the material used in the repair cannot appear out of thin air, and the whole knife becomes thinner and thinner.

Yang Xiongji said that the slaughtering knife would change, and it was really not a mouthful, especially when the inspiration of the second master was actively or passively mixed with the chaotic divine will such as the tiger, the heavenly pillar, the big moon, and the blood begonia, with the accumulation of the blessing of the heart knife, it also gradually had a subtle impact on this ordinary pig-killing knife.

Liu Tugou first put iron cyan gloves on the palms of his hands, then took out a short knife from the leather sheath, broke off the handle with both hands, and threw it on the ground.

Yang Xiongji, who was riding along, widened his eyes, and Sang Yuan, who was one horse head behind, was also staring, watching how Liu Erye carried out the unheard of "feeding the knife" between the two of them.

Liu Tugou smiled, held the two ends of the handleless blade, and gradually closed his hands into a ball towards the center, and the two hands that were no longer visible made a terrifying sound like iron shattering arrows, but they were all pressed down by the iron hands.

Yang Xiong's halberd was not enough, Sang Yuan's eyes were awe-inspiring, and the qi of an ordinary qi refining master would never have such a terrifying defensive power. He watched his current boss grind the short knife doped with cold iron into iron powder like grinding noodles, and couldn't help but think of Zhang Jinbei's fierce and powerful stele opener.

Liu Tugou withdrew his right hand and took the slaughtering knife, and a slit was revealed between the fingers of his left hand, and the fine iron powder fluttered down one after another, spreading on the body of the slaughtering knife.

The Gangqi glove on his right hand flowed like water towards the slaughtering knife, constructing a silhouette that was very different from the original shape, wider and longer, closer to the ancient butcher knife that cut the sky in inspiration, and the details had a bit of the charm of the embroidered spring knife and the Youzhou horse chopping knife, the back was thick and thin, and the ridge was straight and curved.

A blood-red slaughter character is faintly imprinted on the knife body, but the more carefully you look at it, the more the strokes of the word are not real, the lines are distorted, like a tiger galloping and jumping, and like a mountain standing, the bright moon rising, and the flowers blooming.

Yang Xiongji sighed, and he knew that there were such mysterious changes in the exercises taught by the second brother.

Liu Tugou stretched out a foot and kicked the guy off the back of the cow, Yang Xiong was caught off guard and hit again, got up and jumped to scold.

This guy didn't dare to scold the second brother, but pointed to the bull's nose of the snow-hoofed green mantis beast that stopped and turned back to find his master, and said stupidly: "If you dare to let grandpa fall down again, you will definitely roast your rammed goods and eat them!"

The snowhoof green mantis beast blinked its bull's eyes, then mooed in annoyance, and turned decisively, leaving Yang Xiongji with a huge bull's butt.

Sang Yuan didn't notice the deep love between Yang Xiong's halberd and the mount, his long and narrow eyes were always staring at the slaughtering knife, with a strange madness in his expression.

Looking at it, he suddenly felt that his eyes were blood-red, and he subconsciously reached out to wipe it, only to find that he had blood and tears in his eyes at some point.

Sang Yuan was shocked, this was clearly not a means for qi refining masters to simply gather qi in soldiers, but a grandmaster realm of spiritual qi transformation!

The most important thing in the border military state is the legend of the battlefield grandmaster who is domineering and invincible to a thousand armies, although he has not seen it with his own eyes, but those veterans who are lucky enough to pick up a life from the Shura field swear that he can't help but believe it.

It's just that although the sword qi fist in the old pawn's mouth is strong, it lacks change, which is quite different from what he sees in front of him.

Could it be the so-called psychic technique of the legendary Inspired Grandmaster who kills people with intent? But it doesn't make sense, after all, the "spirit" that the grandmaster has passed in the legend of the rivers and lakes can't be seen at all if he doesn't achieve the grandmaster.

I don't even have the qualifications to see it, otherwise how can I say that I don't become a grandmaster and end up being a mortal thing?

Since I saw it, it was not psychic, and although I suffered some internal injuries because of it, I also saw that the power was not outstanding. Maybe what you see in front of you is just some kind of qi refining secret technique that can cause people to hallucinate? But no matter how talented Liu Qi is, he can't be a grandmaster.

Sang Yuan hurt his spirit, and for a while he was a little pneumatic, thinking crankily in his heart, and his face was cloudy.

When he barely had an explanation in his heart that he could accept, the whole person slowly regained his composure, but there was a little more caution and fear in his eyes when he looked at Liu Tugou, and the distance between him and the second master quietly changed from a backward horse to a backward place.

Even if it is only the realm of qi refining, it is also a great master who can suppress the entire Xiandeng Village. This kind of shock is far more profound than Liu Tugou's "fluke" grasp of Zhang Jinbei's palm, who carelessly underestimated the enemy.

Liu Tugou didn't care about Sang Yuan's life or death, for this guy with a bad temperament, the second master didn't have a trace of pity in his heart, and he was not at all interested in the conclusions he made based on the false legends of the rivers and lakes.

What he was trying with all his attention was not the inherent changes in the slaughter forging technique that Yang Xiongji thought, but actually crossing the river by feeling the stones.

With the heart knife as the mold, it is intended to actively guide the deformation of the slaughtering knife, the battlefield is different from the battle of the rivers and lakes, and the pig-killing knife has become more and more unable to meet the practical needs of the immediate confrontation.

The word "slaughter" on the blade is not a simple heart knife, but truly condenses the heavy divine inspiration of the tiger stepping on the mountain, trying to press the iron powder into the slaughter knife, prompting the slaughter knife to speed up the deformation.

At the same time, Liu Tugou frantically squeezed the aura around his body, and fiercely injected it into the slaughtering knife, these gentle aura containing the characteristics of Yimu Jue can be called magical, and the slaughtering knife trembled slightly, as if it was extremely happy.

Finally, the slaughtering knife underwent a very slow but visible change, the subtle gaps were gradually healing, and the iron powder that had been out of place was inadvertently reduced.

Without waiting for the second master to show a happy expression, as the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted, the slaughtering knife suddenly trembled violently, and spit out most of the iron powder that had been swallowed before as if he had eaten a bad stomach.

Liu Tugou rolled his eyes, regardless of whether it was suitable or not, he stuffed Tu Xuan into the vacated short knife skin sheath and hung it back on his waist. Then the second master turned his head and looked at Yang Xiongji, who was grinning and stealing fun, this guy obviously failed to learn a lesson when he climbed behind the cow again.

Yang Xiongji hurriedly waved his hand and begged for mercy, and said to him: "If the second brother wants to forge a knife, just find a blacksmith, why waste your strength like this." ”

The second master was suffocated, and couldn't help scratching his head, since his cultivation was successful, he became more and more dependent on aura, and gradually became a little stupid "immortal" who didn't eat the fireworks in the world, which was not good.

However, Yang Xiongji's words did wake up the second master, although the aura forging knife is feasible, it is too much to do with half the effort, at least in the realm of inspiration. So why not use the fire that is commonly used in the world, supplemented by the aura mold?

Thinking of the smugness, the second master smiled, pulled out another cold iron short knife from his arms, raised his hand and threw it to Yang Xiong's halberd, like the young masters in Lanling City, and squandered money like dirt and said: "What you say is reasonable, you should be rewarded!"