Chapter 7 1 Kill

Zhang Hanyu jumped towards the target step by step, the sound of his footing was extremely heavy, as if a big drum was beating, and it was directly hitting people's hearts. With such a little approach, the psychological pressure brought to people will be even greater.

His complexion is majestic and terrifying, and the resentment in his eyes can almost turn into substance.

From childhood to adulthood, under the protection of the family's wings, he has never suffered such a big loss. Moreover, deep in his heart, there was still a trace of unexplainable fear. That kid, how could he arouse the general fire so quickly? His talent is so great, maybe he will be another old craftsman in the future.

Such a character, once he recognizes the reason for death and makes him an enemy, it will definitely be a huge trouble. That being the case, it's better to kill him before he grows up.

The short knife in his hand was tightly grasped. He didn't pick it up for courage, but to throw the short knife as a dagger at any time.

Under the guidance of his uncle, he has practiced his hidden weapon kung fu. Of course it won't work against a warrior who has experienced many battles, but if it is aimed at a little guy who is frightened by the news and just runs away with his head in his arms, it is definitely a case of failure.

The faint pain in his legs and feet distracted him a little. When he thought of his injured legs and feet, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and swore in his heart that only by putting Ouyang Ming to death would he get rid of his hatred.

As for how to stay away from this place without being noticed after killing Ouyang Ming, if he cleans up the mess, he has completely ignored it.

Slowly, he bounced to the side of the pile of discarded weapons, his ears moved slightly, and he could already hear a faint sound of breathing.

With a sneer, Zhang Hanyu said: "Boy, come out and die!"

As soon as the words were finished, Zhang Hanyu saw a figure jumping out from behind the pile of swordsmen, and then a white light flashed, and he slashed towards him in a disorderly manner.

Although his legs and feet were injured, his eyesight was not affected. So it was immediately obvious that the figure that jumped out was the cowardly Ouyang Ming, and what he was holding in his hand was a broken knife.

That's right, it was half broken, and it didn't even have a blade.

If Ouyang Ming was holding a brand new saber, he might still be a little apprehensive. However, how could a mere broken knife be placed in his eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Hanyu had judged that this kid was a cornered beast, he just picked up a broken knife and went up to fight desperately.

Zhang Hanyu looked disdainful,

He raised his dagger and greeted him.

If Ouyang Ming wanted to escape as soon as he came up, he must have set up a killer. But since the kid still has a little courage, he doesn't mind playing with him. At this moment, Zhang Hanyu immediately thought of many punishments. First of all, Ouyang Ming's tendons in his hands and feet were picked out, his vocal cords were disabled, and he died of pain.

Thinking of this, even the severe pain in that leg and foot seemed to be reduced a lot.

He seemed to see Ouyang Ming screaming in pain under his hands, life would be worse than death, and his mood became extremely cheerful.

"Ding--"

Finally, the short knife and the broken knife met in the air.

Then, there was a crisp breaking sound, and the short knife snapped in response, and the broken knife continued to move forward without any hindrance, and it slashed from Zhang Hanyu's right neck at once, directly cut to his chest.

Zhang Hanyu's eyes and mouth suddenly widened to the limit, he stared at the broken knife on his chest, as if he couldn't even feel the boundless pain.

The only thing he could feel was that his own strength and life were rapidly leaving him. He wanted to raise his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, it was useless. In the end, his gaze was fixed on the broken knife that paralyzed him and made him unable to move.

A broken knife, a broken knife...

This, he, mother... is a broken knife!

This was his last thought in the world, and then his consciousness sank, never to be seen again. But he couldn't understand until his death why a broken knife had such power.

Ouyang Ming just held the broken knife in his hand, maintaining that slashing posture.

In fact, it is not wise for him to do so, because whether it is a human or a beast, once injured, there is a possibility of dying. Just as the so-called most terrifying beast is a wounded beast, when it is dying, it can often die with its opponent.

However, the reason why Ouyang Ming didn't stay away was not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.

When he cut off Zhang Hanyu's dagger and cut into the opponent's body, his state of mind was actually peaceful, without any ups and downs.

This state definitely does not look like the actions of a person who has never seen blood.

However, when his spiritual consciousness was miraculously divided into two, this scene appeared naturally and strangely.

Just as Ou Yangming was about to pull out the broken knife and give the opponent another headache while the iron was hot, a strange heat flow suddenly poured into his body from the broken knife.

Therefore, Ouyang Ming's movements slowed down a little. Although he didn't understand why, he just had a feeling that this heat flow was of great benefit to him.

Afterwards, he saw an extremely terrifying scene.

Under his broken knife, there was no blood spattering.

A knife cut from the right side of the head and neck to the chest, and a lot of blood would definitely flow out. However, at this moment, there was no trace of blood on Zhang Hanyu's body, because all the blood was absorbed by the broken knife in Ouyang Ming's hand.

This broken knife seems to have some kind of incredible magical power. Not only can it absorb blood, but even the flesh seems to be within its absorption range.

Zhang Hanyu's flesh and blood body gradually shrank before Ouyang Ming's eyes.

If Ouyang Ming wasn't in a strange state of split mental consciousness at this moment, he might have fainted from the frightening scene. However, at this moment, his eyes widened like this, quietly watching all these changes. It seemed that the constantly deflated body did not belong to a human being, but a human-shaped balloon with a hole in it.

In just a moment, Zhang Hanyu disappeared before Ouyang Ming's eyes.

Some clothes fell down, and there were some scattered gadgets, but Zhang Hanyu's whole body had disappeared, not even a single hair or fingernail remained.

On the contrary, Ouyang Ming, who was holding a broken knife, was full of red, full of energy, and seemed to have a surging energy that could not be vented.

In fact, Ouyang Ming's consumption today is definitely not small. Under the supervision and guidance of the old craftsman, he has already played with arms for a day. Although there is restraint, it is difficult to avoid a strong sense of fatigue.

But being brought here by Zhang Hanyu, his potential burst out at the critical moment of life and death, and he repeatedly used arms in a very short period of time.

That kind of consumption was not what he could bear at this age and his body. However, under the great fear of life and death, and under the special environment where the sea of ​​​​consciousness split, he was forced out by being driven out.

This kind of practice is a kind of overdrawn damage to his body, and even hurts the source, and it will be difficult to make any progress in the future.

However, at this moment, if there was anything wrong with Ouyang Ming's body, no one would believe it.

There seems to be inexhaustible power in his body, and his eyes are shining brightly, as if they are about to light up. Even when he is at his best, he is not as frightening as he is now. .

Ouyang Ming even wanted to have the urge to roar.

However, that split spiritual consciousness still existed, making his heart instantly as cold as ice.

Looking around, Ouyang Ming saw the ammunition reappear in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, the broken knife became dim.

draw.

Without hesitation, he absorbed all the attributes on the broken knife, turning the broken knife into a piece of worthless scrap iron. With one kick, the severed dagger was kicked into two different piles of armor.

There are countless such weapon wreckages, and it is by no means an easy task to find and piece them together. Afterwards, he threw away the broken knife, picked up a pile of clothes, and quickly left the warehouse.

When Zhang Hanyu brought him here, he was absolutely careful and was not noticed by anyone.

And it was the same when he returned to the old craftsman's forging room.

Fortunately, it was already late at this moment, otherwise Ou Yangming would not dare to say that he would be able to get what he wanted.

After entering the forging room, Ouyang Ming took a look at the items in his hands. He immediately came to the mouth of the furnace, tore hard, tore all the clothes into pieces, and sent them into it.

The old craftsman is the chief blacksmith of arms. Although he owns arms, it doesn't mean that he doesn't need a stove.

In fact, most of the time, the old craftsman will use the stove for preliminary processing of some materials.

As for using munitions to process rough ore, it is of course possible, but munitions must consume a lot of physical strength, and what is needed to exercise rough ore is not fine control, but a long time to endure.

Use munitions to forge impurities in rough ore...

Well, anyone who does this and perseveres, without exception, has died. It is not death of old age, nor death of stupidity, but death of being exhausted.

Therefore, in this forging room, there is an exquisite stove.

Of course, the materials worthy of the old craftsman's hands are also some high-quality goods, and the rough work of preliminary refining usually falls on Ouyang Ming's head.

At this moment, he lit the fire familiarly, and put all the items into it. Under the burning of the charcoal fire, those things were quickly wiped out and ceased to exist.

Stretched out a long iron rod and stirred in the fire for a while, even if the gods came, they couldn't tell what was inside.

During this process, Ouyang Ming did not sit idle, but found some rough ore in the forging room for refining and processing. In fact, it is to throw the ore into the fire and burn it until it softens and beat it, and so on.

Previously, because of his lack of strength, he could only light the fire. As for the forging, the old craftsman did it himself.

But at this moment, for some reason, his strength seemed to be a lot stronger for no reason. He raised the hammer high and slammed it down fiercely, causing sparks to splash immediately.

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