The roar of the Heishui River hit the eardrums half a mile and made people's eardrums hurt. Zhao Sanlang climbed the rock crack and looked down, and saw that the canyon a hundred-foot-wide was split in half by ink torrents.
The wave head hit the raised basalt and exploded the mist about a meter high, and the iron cable as thick as a bowl appeared and disappeared in the mist.
Anmoke untied the wolf tendon rope wrapped around his waist, and seven bronze bells hit the wind to create a clear sound.
The horse-drawn men took off the saddle and took out the dark horseshoe-shaped object from the skin. Zhao Sanlang's system interface immediately jumped out of the analysis: [Composite permanent magnet hoof cover, magnetic flux density 0.36T, and surface quenching pattern can enhance the friction coefficient]
"Each horse is equipped with two pairs of balance rods - Asina, put the ring on the third and the seventh chain!"
The scimitar of the Hu Shang leader split the ice rolled up by the wave head. Two grooms spliced ​​together a three-meter-long pulverized wooden pole, and the bronze tiger head inlaid with the pole head bounced open, revealing the nested pulley set inside.
Zhao Sanlang's system interface automatically scans the iron cable structure and marks seven dangerous points of severe rust. When he helped Hu Shang tie the long balance poles for the horses, he found that the surface of these jujube wood poles was coated with transparent gelatin, and a slight suction force came from touching the fingertips.
"Tianshan gum mixed with magnetic powder,"
Anmoke tied the long pole horizontally to both sides of the horse's belly and explained casually: "Even if you miss your feet, you can stick to the iron chain and breathe for three times."
While the first red horse was covered in an eye mask and neighed uneasyly, a red light suddenly flashed through Zhao Sanlang's retina: [Iron-enriched area was detected, material can be collected: 173 kilograms]
He pretended to tie his leather boots tightly, and his palms were pressed against the wet rock wall to activate the system secretly. The surface of the bronze crossbow suddenly opened with honeycomb-shaped air holes, and the scattered iron ore sand from the ground rushed in like a group of ants returning to his nest, condensed into a walnut-sized magnet at the arrow trough, and then slowly sank into the core of the crossbow.
[Organtry Reform] option suddenly popped up on the light curtain: [A sufficient metal element was detected, will the crossbow reorganization be started?]
As Zhao Sanlang's fingertips passed through the virtual three-dimensional model of "Qin-made Twenty-Five Stones Slashing Crossbow", frequent occlusion sounds came from the crossbow machine, and liquid metal spread along the cloud thunder pattern of the bronze crossbow arm, transforming the originally loose bow into an adjustable dovetail groove structure.
Waterfall-like parameters pass through the retina:
【Material Fusion Degree 92%】
【Deflection calibration: 25 stone tension adaptation...】
【Bow Mi strengthened, energy storage efficiency increased by 43%】
【Wangshan calibration to 700-step division】
When the last piece of iron sand was embedded in the receiver, the Qin seal inscription "Twenty-five stones" surface surface appeared.
The original pure crossbow machine turned into a black and black standard crossbow, bow, crossbow arm, wire string, hook and other components. The inner wall of the arrow channel was covered with spiral air guide patterns - specifically adapted to the "Star Spin Rift" of "Flying Star Arrow".
"The key point is not to look down!"
Anmoko took the lead in jumping on the iron chains that were condensed with frost. The magnets and iron chains on the soles of cowhide boots sucked out fine Mars. The subsequent horses took broken steps with the assistance of the balance rod. The blue light burst out from the friction between the iron hoof cover and the iron chains drew a winding light belt in the dark canyon.
Zhao Sanlang retreated with the crossbow machine, and looked at the surface of the mountain and condensed into a dynamic sight.
The system dismantled the canyon cold wind into seven hundred data streams, and weaved it into a real-time three-dimensional model in his vision:
[Wind speed compensation: 1.7 tills] [Humidity attenuation coefficient: 0.33] [Iron cable amplitude 0.37 z.] [Suggested step frequency 1.2 steps/second, the footing point offset shall not exceed 3 inches]
The horses lined up and the snake formation moved slowly, Anmoko hummed the Persian tune, and the scimitar tapped the scabbard rhythmically around the waist, and the sound waves resonated with the natural frequency of the chain. Whenever the strong wind stirred up waves, the Hu merchants shouted in unison and turned the wooden pole and adjusted the center of gravity back to the center line.
[A sound wave stabilization device was detected, with an amplitude error of 0.03%] The system converted Anmoke's humming into a spectrum diagram, and Zhao Sanlang then realized that the other party was using the secret method of sound skills to suppress the shaking of the iron cable.
He learned to adjust his breathing rhythm, and the cyclone in the Dantian trembled slightly with the frequency of sound waves.
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When the horse team reached the middle of the journey, the mist stirred by the waterfall condensed into a rainstorm of ice crystals. Zhao Sanlang suddenly caught a red warning box in the system: [A high-energy reaction was detected 130 meters behind]. He was about to warn, but the entire iron chain suddenly trembled like a string.
"Hurry up!" Anmoko's roar was torn to pieces by the explosion.
Zhao Sanlang suddenly turned his head and saw a red mushroom cloud rising from the cliffs passing by when he was coming. The broken dragon petroleum that had been separated from the secret passage turned into a fire meteor and fell, and the shock wave lifted the "long bridge" into waves.
At the end, the two old horses carrying cargo boxes were about to fall into the river. However, Anmoke threw a scimitar with his backhand. The ruby ​​on the blade exploded into blood mist. It condensed into a red wolf with wings in the air, holding the unbalanced horse and slugging it to the opposite bank on the other side of the Black Water River.
"Cross the river! Someone comes to break the back!"
The moment the red wolf phantom exploded into blood mist in the turbulent flow, the arrow bag tied with the spell was thrown out by the leader of the gang. The red marks jumping in Zhao Sanlang's retina locked onto the cliffs on the other side - there were many twisted human figures there.
"It's your turn." At the same time, Anmoko's voice suddenly exploded in his ears: "Use your 'old wounds' to help solve the pursuit."
The moment Zhao Sanlang took over, the system prompts: [Standard long collar triangular horn (with blood groove), arrows three feet and two inches long, weighing one pound and six taels, hollow arrow shaft (heavy lead blocking vital energy), armor-breaking symbol vector x13, Thunder and Fire symbol vector x7] [Adaptation has been automatically completed]
The trembling touch of the arrow shaft in the palm of his palm coincided perfectly with the system prompt sound. He stepped on the wet and slippery iron cable and leaned back, instinctively pulling the trigger. The new cyclone in the Dantian suddenly collapsed to the size of a silver needle, and the thunder and fire talisman ignited a dark blue tail flame in the notch.
The flying arrows draw a blazing trajectory in the air, and the system's automatically corrected ballistics and wind speed compensation lines are integrated.
When it penetrated the mist, Zhao Sanlang's toes also hooked the iron chain and turned around and opened his ankle. The movement of his ankle pressing the bronze kicking piece was exactly the same as the system-infused "Flying Star Arrow" powered by the system.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The shock wave of the crossbow string rebound has not yet dissipated, but the disciples of the Blood Refining Sect leaped onto the iron chain with a strange smile. The sticky plasma on the soles of the feet condensed into crampons in the cold wind. Twenty-three scarlet silk threads shot from the cliffs on the other side - it was the blood silk unique to the Blood Refining Sect, each of which could crush granite.
The centipede sword flew out from the sleeves of the blood-refining elder led by the enemy, and Anmoke's spiraling scimitar slashed out the plug runes simultaneously. The shock waves burst out from the collision of swords and swords shattered the waterfall, and the Black Water River rolled up a water curtain of dozens of feet high, swallowing countless bat-shaped mutant creatures as big as a palm.
"It's a blood-winged flies!" Anmoke's roar mixed with the sound of the sword: "Recharge immediately!"
【Mobile Target Training Mode Turns on】
The moment the Thunder Fire Talisman exploded, the system adjusted Zhao Sanlang's pupil contraction rate to 0.3 seconds per time. He clearly saw the slow motion of three blood silk fraying in the blasting wind. The scarlet face towels of the disciples of the Blood Refining Sect were blown away by the air waves, revealing the blue-gray cheeks covered with spells.
"The elevation angle of 75 degrees southeast is 4 minutes, and the wind speed is compensated for four minutes. The Qi moves in Shaoyang, and the Shenmen turns back! The crossbow box is stuck and the tenon is moved left by half a cent!"
The mechanical female voice kept shaking in the cochlea. Zhao Sanlang rolled the side while shaking the iron chain, and slammed the crossbow against the sheepskin patch on the shoulder hole and fired three arrows in a row. The force of the ankle pressing the bronze pedal was systematically calibrated, and each time the string was wound, it was accurately stuck at the trough node of the cable amplitude.
"Swish swish swish!"
The three second-level disciples exploded with blood holes as big as bowls in their chests. The fellow disciples who followed him had no time to hide, and they were penetrated into a coking skewer by the second round of arrows shot by Zhao Sanlang.
[Kill x6 over level, reward computing power 72 tills] [True energy consumption 0.45 tills] [Remaining arrows: 13]
While the battle results prompt box popped up, Zhao Sanlang's forearm had been torn open by the recoil force. The system immediately called true qi to seal the wound surface and released trace biological current to suppress pain.
Honeycomb-shaped holes suddenly cracked on the cliffs on the other side, and a new batch of hundreds of blood-winged flies flapped their wings and flew into the air.
The abdomen of these mutant poisonous insects swelled like sacs, and the scale powder sprinkled when they flapped their wings actually eroded the rocks and smoke. The system dismantled the insect swarm into seven sets of attack waves, and each flight trajectory was marked with a red dotted line.
A certain warrior's cowhide shield was full of holes in the blink of an eye, and bones were visible in both arms, but he roared and rushed forward, throwing out his wine bags and hitting the insect swarm. Later, the thunder and fire talisman arrow penetrated through the leather wine bag, and the flaming camel milk wine burned hundreds of blood-winged flies to ashes.
Anmoke's wolf tendon rope wrapped around the iron rope and exerted force suddenly. The entire cable bridge shook violently like a giant python turning over. The other horse gang warriors took the opportunity to throw out the connected eagle-beak hook, and the hook claws accurately bit the protruding basalt columns on the other side, stretching the cable bridge into an escape passage that was inclined thirty degrees.
Seeing his subordinates die frequently, the elder of the Blood Refining Sect finally couldn't help but tore open the rotten flesh on his chest and sacrificed his natal blood. The squirming blood ball turned into a hydra shadow, and each head was holding a poisonous bone sword.
Anmoke's scimitar suddenly collapsed, and the splashed runes formed a cage in the void, but only trapped the blood for three breaths.
"'Junior Brother'! Shoot three inches of Danzhong! Use the Dragon Teeth Meteor Star Arrow!"
The star-thundering rifle of Zhang's crossbow was shining with a faint blue light. Zhao Sanlang slid backwards several feet while slid against the crossbow after his right shoulder, and the system prompted a sound: [Overclocking mode is activated, it is recommended to overdraw 0.3 Lingzhu]
The Dantian cyclone burst, and the silver-like true energy surged into the arrow trough along the Ren meridian.
"The little thief is looking for death!"
The nine-headed blood horns of the elder of the Blood Refining Sect tear apart the rune cage. Three of the snake heads suddenly expanded to the size of a wheel, and the dark red blood mist spewed out of the head immediately condensed into an eight-foot-thick barrier.
The lead core nested inside the talisman arrow rotates continuously at high speed, and the thunder and fire true qi compressed in the hollow arrow shaft formed a spiral shock wave. This huge shooting, combined with Anmoke's nonsense name "Dragon Teeth Meteor Star Arrow", shocked the old devil to pour his true energy into the side defense magic.
The blood roar made a crying scream of a baby, and the system interface suddenly turned red: [Warning! Six-level pressure impact]
The figure in the center of the quasi-heart moved several feet in the air at the last moment, and the flying blood mist easily swept the arrow open. Zhao Sanlang felt warm liquid gushing out of his nose, and the auxiliary line on the retina began to twist and disintegrate.
At the same time, Anmoke, who had just exploded his weapon and seemed to be unable to fight again, suddenly jumped up with a cold light like a surging wolf teeth talisman.
He kicked the upside down stalactite with force to eject, and the fragments of the scimitar spun into a blood moon in his palm. On the yellow face of the elder of the Blood Refining Sect, the grin that he was sure to hold was not yet restrained, but the nine-headed blood twitch that had rushed back to defend had bitten in the air. Anmoke's left hand had already passed through the blood rift like a poisonous snake spitting a letter.
"Crack!"
The knuckles wrapped in the plugged runes accurately tapped the heart vein nodes, and the shriveled chest of the elder of the Blood Refining Sect suddenly sunk three inches. An Moke took the opportunity to slapped the entire talisman into the wound, and the obsidian-carved wolf-headed fangs suddenly activated, nibbling on the boiling blood-headed mother nest.
"Ahhhh! You guys..."
The old demon's curse was hit by Anmoke's knee and pushed back into the throat.
When he finally understood the trick of feinting attack and seduction, the opponent twisted his waist and turned his whip legs like a battle axe chopping firewood. Then he kicked the cervical spine of the sixth level practitioner at a right angle, and then the broken body that exploded and fell into the torrent of the Black Water River.
"Closing the net!"
As the leader of the horse gang shouted, the warrior on the other side, Qila the eagle-mouth hook, and the straight cable bridge trembled like a bowstring. The remnants of the Blood Refining Sect who had no time to escape from the battle fell like ripe sand dates. Zhao Sanlang's system interface frantically refreshed the killing prompts.
Anmoke pulled the wolf tendon rope back to the iron chain, and sparked about a meter long on the sole of the boots. He caught the spare arrow box thrown by Zhao Sanlang with his backhand, and shot seven armor-breaking talismans in fan shape, nailing the last three deacons of the Blood Refining Sect who were trying to leap and escape to death on the dark red rock wall.
When the blood was soaking in the black water river, Zhao Sanlang staggered and knelt on the gravel beach on the shore. The system interface was suddenly covered with snowflake noise, and a metal scratch-like prompt sound came from the depths of the cochlea: [Overclocking state is lifted, battle settlement is under...]
[Cumulative kills: sixth level practitioner x1 (participation level 13.2%), threeth level practitioner x3, twoth level practitioner x9, blood-winged fly x247] [Reward settlement: 1512 cts, light skills "Lingbo Weibu" unlocked]
[Practical experience is infusing... The mastery of "Flying Star Arrow" has increased to 11.7%]
【Detected damage to the host meridian, start the emergency repair protocol】
The cyclone in the Dantian suddenly rotated counterclockwise, and the numbness sensation climbed all over the body along the Du meridian. Zhao Sanlang looked at the attribute panel [Cultivation Level] from the "lower level of the first level" and fell back from the "lower level of the first level" to the "higher level of the first level", and then slowly recovered as the meridians repaired, and finally frozen in the "middle level of the first level".
To be continued...