Sitting silently at the top of the peak, the young scribe in a green shirt and cloth held the sword trick in one hand and a white porcelain ink cartridge full of red cinnabar in the other, holding his breath and staring at the iron sword inserted upside down in the rock crevice.

The sword is the craftsmanship of the old Feng family's old shop in the name of Jinshi Shangfang, and the craftsmanship of ordinary craftsmen is not excellent, but it can be regarded as a guy who takes advantage of it. It was the water-blending cinnabar in the ink cartridge in his palm, but the particles were uniform and fine, and the color was pure, which was obviously very particular, this was not the ordinary cinnabar produced in Shudi, but the foreign pill bait made by the Fang Shi according to the method of alchemy with mercury and sulfur fire.

Danjia fire refining dansha into medicine pay attention to a lot, with stone pavilion fat and mercury fried for 30 days to the number of people as the lowest grade, named silver zhu, also known as purple powder cream, has the effect of lowering yin and rising yang, calming the nerves and calming the soul, ordinary people hit the evil possession, swallow half a penny to get rid of the ghost. The color of this small ink cartridge is pure, not as common as the silver vermilion on the market, mixed with a lot of yellow dan powder, red alum crumbs and the like, but a pure red, under the moonlight, there is a faint red light reflection. This is not the silver zhu sold in the pharmacy, but the nine-turn spirit sand that is refined by the monks who are proficient in the way of the outer pill with the nine degrees of Zhou Tianhuo, although this small box of the nine-turn spirit sand is not a rare thing, it is the necessary medicinal bait for the alchemy of the alchemy, and it is only slightly inferior to the outer pills such as the Jinding spirit sand and the green gold dantou that are lit by the masters of the Dan Dao.

This box of nine-turn spirit sand should only be found in the Dan room of those alchemy alchemists, and it must be possible if the experienced tax collector who has accumulated years comes up with all the spiritual means to confiscate the family property. Half-squinting at the hard-won nine-turn spirit sand, Wei Ye, who was dressed as a green-shirted scribe, flicked his tongue, and his index and middle fingers stuck into the ink cartridge. The spirit sand ink contained in the ink cartridge is mixed with the yin and yang slurry of fifty percent well water and fifty percent river water, and with just one touch, it makes the fingertips feel a viscous and slightly cold wet feeling, as if the temperature of the human body makes this rare foreign pill bait have an unknown reaction, and the spiritual sand ink on the fingertips begins to emit a dim but warm red light.

Wei Ye looked at the faint red light on his fingertips, nodded slightly, and pointed at the iron sword body:

"I curse today: Heavenly Dao is one, and Earth Dao is two!"

As the fingertips attached to the cold spine of the sword, the red spirit sand ink was like a living thing, slowly but surely winding into a complex structure on the body of the sword.

Its color is like blood.

Blood was dripping down Liu Yefei's forehead, if it weren't for Shi Tianpeng's move by the Heavenly King beside him to make the old way mellow and stop the fangs of the giant wolf in time, the inkshirt steward at this moment should have the same virtue as Bi Yong, who was lying in the rear of the Chinese army, and he didn't want to find a few pieces of good meat and bones. The elites of these big gun mansions, whether they are individual martial arts or overall coordination consciousness, are far superior to the ordinary local state army, and probably only the personal guards such as the tooth soldiers raised by the border army generals can be slightly better. However, the number of such elites is too small after all, and when Bi Yong, the leader of the harrier who strangled the giant wolf's mouth with a fishing net, couldn't bear it after all, and turned the giant wolf upside down, the weakness of the few elite soldiers in the big gun mansion was even more exposed. After several battles, although it caused a lot of damage to the giant wolf, when the elite warriors were seriously injured for various reasons and could not fight anymore, and now that even the reserve army has been pulled into the battlefield, even Zhao Yalong, who is stationed in the Chinese army, deeply feels that something is wrong, and his expression becomes more and more solemn and depressed.

The special weapon bought at a high price with the blessing of magic can still burn black scars on the giant wolf's body, but I don't know if it is because Zhao Yalong's eyesight is problematic or because it is already night, the wounds on the giant wolf's body are no longer as obvious as they were at the beginning.

Is it the giant wolf that has more than enough time to recover from the wounds on his body, or is the spell blessed on the weapon beginning to fail? He thought about it without worry, and the fingers on his armor began to beat unconsciously, six-five-six-five-four-three, which was the tune of a certain fierce and passionate dance music struck out with a waist drum.

Sima Ling didn't care whether this man, who was more powerful than a housewife, was practicing the drummer's combo skills with his armor, but raised his hand and headed towards the battlefield where the giant wolf and the last remaining warriors of the Big Gun Mansion were fighting, and there were tiny cool particles that only she could feel touching her skin. The hardware essence is gradually dispersing from the weapon that has applied the evil scriptures, and it has returned to the main body, without the blessing of the hardware essence, those wooden knives and sticks are no matter how exquisite they are, and they will not be much stronger than the farm tools made by the villagers.

"Doing business is also about after-sales service, uncle, is your pre-deduction reliable?"

Such a question could not disturb Wei Ye's attention, still maintaining the posture of holding the sword technique in his right hand, he took a deep breath, and exhaled again: "The law of nature is connected with the Dao!"

The Nine Turns Spirit Sand with Yin and Yang Pulp squirmed lazily on the spine of the sword, responding to his incantation with great impatience, barely recognising that a new variant script was taking shape. Just by writing two words, Wei Ye's face was already an unhealthy flush, as if he had just run around Luoyang City.

Looking at the variant text he had just written with disgust, the Tsing Yi Bookstore pressed his chest and gasped, muttering unpleasantly, "We can continue." ”

Almost rudely, he slipped his middle and index fingers into the ink cartridge, scraping the last bit of spirit sand ink with a warm red glow onto his fingertips, and he diligently adjusted his breathing rate, and recited the next incantation like a wounded and dying beast roaring:

"Shinto is immortal, and the ghost is end!"

It seemed that just reciting this short mantra would have cost him half his life.

It's just that compared to him, who performs spells that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, some people are really on the verge of death.

Liu Yefei gritted his teeth, and the blood red in front of him blurred his eyes, those blood, blood, blood, couldn't tell whether it was someone else's or his own. The walnut double knife, which can be called the highest price since the founding of the Han Dynasty, has already been broken, which has made it more kung fu to roll the ground, and Liu Yefei's ink-colored shirt has been torn and torn to the point that it does not look like a beggar gang.

Compared to him, Shi Tianpeng is not much better. One of this guy's arms was twisted abnormally, and that terrifying angle no longer seemed to be a fracture, because even the most seasoned senior orthopedic surgeon had never seen such a twisted arm.

"What's the matter, monk, can you still fight?" Liu Yefei raised his sleeve and rubbed the blood on his face, grabbed the only remaining knife and bared his teeth and asked, it seemed that not only was his body scarred, but even his spirit was very wrong.

Shi Tianpeng grabbed the ash pole with one hand, panted roughly, and reluctantly nodded in reply.

Comparing the length of his arm and the wooden knife, Liu Yefei held the remaining wooden knife, slowly took a few steps back, and stepped on the ground on his toes. Shi Tianpeng knew what it was like for this guy who looked a little gentle and delicate to go crazy, so he recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, lowered the ash pole to the ground, and put on an extremely standard Vedic Shenmida Gong frame.

Veda Shenmida is the purest defensive position in his set of stick methods, but the master who created this set of stick methods at the beginning has hidden three changes in this defensive position, and only when he understands this can he be regarded as an expert in using sticks. Shi Tianpeng's whole person is like a spring that has been forcibly pressed down by an external force, waiting for the moment when he rebounds with all his strength.

He didn't have to wait too long for this moment, behind Shi Tianpeng, Liu Yefei roared in the sky and jumped up. His jump, nearly four feet high, was stepping on Shi Tianpeng's ash pole.

Shi Tianpeng was like a bow, and the willow leaves flew like arrows, and with the monk's "get up!", all his strength was condensed on the head of the ash pole, and he slammed it towards the sky.

Figures soar into the air, arrows take flight.

Arrow Shadow?

The skin of his face exposed to the air felt a violent wind pass away, and Liu Yefei watched a long arrow phantom with a red flame rushing in front of him in a little dazed.

If you can turn back the clock for a moment, you can probably notice that a green-shirted scribe is biting the hilt of an iron sword, but his hands are clutching an old peach tree with two branches. A thick black rope that seemed to be made of ox tendon was tied to the two branches of the old mahogany, and the iron sword and sword that was hung on the ox tendon rope dragged back, and it was already stretched no tighter. Such a rough thing, although the principle is similar to the slingshot of the nobles in the capital, but the workmanship is too inferior, even the vendors who set up stalls on the fifteenth day of the new year in the gold market are ashamed to put such a large shoddy product out.

However, such a rough object, which was almost a joke, let out a loud roar at the moment when the green-shirted scribe let go of his mouth, and the three non-seal and non-subordinate ancient characters written by the nine-turn spirit sand on the sword body emitted a surging red light at the same time, wrapping the entire sword in the red light and forming an arrow shape.

Off-string arrows.

The iron-tired bow made by the crossbowmen of the border army can shoot up to 210 paces, and the role of being able to pull away this kind of hard bow alone is already regarded as one in the elite of the army, and the guy who can make the iron-tired bow shoot through the armor and kill people at a distance of 160 steps is enough to be a fierce general with one enemy and a hundred. However, with a shoddy peachwood cow tendon slingshot, shooting an iron sword that weighs more than a pound to say the least, even if Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, is reborn, he may not be able to shoot a hundred steps away. However, this arrow of red light broke through the sky and screamed unexpectedly, and went straight down from the peak!

The moon shines in the sky, the stars avoid the way, only the red rainbow rising from the nameless small peak on the side of the mountain is incompatible with this moonlit night, eye-catching!

Not caring that he had created a fireworks, sound and light special effect that could attract everyone's attention, Wei Ye was half-lying on the ground in such a very undear manner, looking at the red light arrow rainbow that had basically drained all his vitality, and muttered: "Whether it succeeds or not, I will count on it anyway......"