Zhang Hanyu jumped towards the target step by step. His footing sound was extremely heavy, as if he was beating a big drum, and directly hitting people's hearts. The psychological pressure brought by such a little bit will be even greater.

His face was magnificent and terrifying, and the resentment in his eyes could almost be transformed into substance.

From childhood to adulthood, under the protection of the family's wings, he had never suffered such a great loss. Moreover, there was a trace of indescribable fear in his heart. How could that kid inspire the arms fire so quickly? His talent is so great that he may be another old craftsman in the future.

Once such a person is determined to be a enemy of death, it will definitely be a huge problem. Since this is the case, it is better to just kill him with one knife while he has not yet grown up.

The short knife in his hand was tightly held tightly. He picked up the knife not to be brave, but to throw it out as a dagger at any time.

Under the guidance of his uncle, he has mastered the skill of secret weaponry. Of course, it is not possible to deal with warriors who have experienced many battles, but if he aims at a little guy who is frightened and only cares about running away with his head, it is definitely an example.

The faint pain on his legs made him think a little. When he thought of his injured legs, he gritted his teeth and sweared in his heart that he must put Ouyang Ming to death to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

As for how to stay away from here after killing Ouyang Ming, if he cleans up the mess, he will not be able to care about how to stay away from here.

Slowly, he jumped to the pile of abandoned swords and weapons, his ears swayed slightly, and he could hear a faint breath.

With a sneer, Zhang Hanyu said, "Boy, I won't come out to die yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Hanyu saw a figure jumping out from behind the pile of swords and weapons, and then a white light flashed and slashed at him in disorganized manner.

Although his legs and feet were injured, it did not affect his eyesight. So it was obvious that the figure that jumped out was Ouyang Ming, who was as timid as a mouse, and the one he was holding in his hand was a broken knife.

That's right, the abandoned weapon that is half broken, not even a knife head.

If Ouyang Ming had a brand new saber, he might be a little afraid. However, how could a mere broken saber be placed in his eyes?

At this moment, Zhang Hanyu had already determined that this kid was still fighting with a trapped beast, picked up a broken knife and came up to fight desperately.

Zhang Hanyu looked disdainful and raised the short knife in her hand to meet it.

If Ouyang Ming wanted to escape as soon as he came up, he would definitely kill him. However, since this kid still had a little courage, he would not mind playing with him. At this moment, Zhang Hanyu immediately thought of many punishments in his mind. He first picked out all the tendons of Ouyang Ming, slaughtering his vocal cords, and let him die in pain.

When I think of this, even the severe pain on my legs and feet seems to have been reduced a lot.

He seemed to see Ouyang Ming roaring in pain under his hands, and his life was worse than death, and his mood became extremely refreshing.

"bite--"

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

Then, a crisp breaking sound sounded, and the short knife broke in response to the sound. The broken knife continued to move forward without any obstacles, and suddenly slashed from Zhang Hanyu's right neck and directly chopped onto his chest.

Zhang Hanyu's eyes and mouth suddenly opened to the limit. He stared at the broken knife in front of his chest, as if he could not even sense the boundless severe pain.

The only thing he could feel was his strength and life, quickly moving away from him. He wanted to raise his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless. His eyes finally stared at the broken knife that was paralyzed and unable to move.

Broken knife, a broken knife...

This, he, mom, is a broken knife!

This was his last thought in the world, and then his consciousness subsided and he would never see any trace again. But he could not understand why a broken knife actually had such power.

Ouyang Ming held the broken knife in his hand and maintained the chopping posture.

In fact, it is not wise for him to do this, because whether it is a human or a wild beast, once it is injured, there is a possibility of dying struggle. As the saying goes, the most terrifying beast is a wounded beast. When it is struggling dyingly, it can often die with its opponents.

However, the reason why Ouyang Ming did not stay away was not because he was unwilling, but because he could not do it.

When he slashed out with one knife, directly cut off Zhang Hanyu's short sword and cut into the other party's body, his mood was actually peaceful, without any ups and downs.

This state is definitely not like the one who has never seen blood.

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

He injured the enemy with one knife. Just as Ouyang Ming wanted to pull out the broken knife, he made a splash to the other party while it was hot. When he was hit by the headache, a strange heat flow suddenly surged from the broken knife into his body.

So, Ouyang Ming's movements slowed down slightly. Although he didn't understand why, he just felt that this heat current was of great benefit to him.

Then, he saw an extremely terrifying scene.

Under his broken knife, no blood splattered everywhere.

A knife fell from the right side of the head and neck until the front chest, and a large amount 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 incredible magical power. It can not only absorb blood, but also its physical body seems to be within its absorption range.

Zhang Hanyu's flesh and blood body gradually shrank in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes.

If Ouyang Ming was not in a strange state of mental consciousness splitting at this moment, he might have fainted by this extremely terrifying scene. However, at this moment, he widened his eyes and watched all the changes quietly. It seemed that the body that was constantly deflated did not belong to humans, but a human-shaped balloon with a hole broken.

In just a moment, Zhang Hanyu disappeared in front of Ouyang Ming's eyes.

Some clothes fell down, and some scattered gadgets, but Zhang Hanyu's whole person had disappeared, even a piece of hair or a piece of nail was not left behind.

On the contrary, Ouyang Ming, holding the broken knife, had a red face and was full of energy, and seemed to have an inability to vent his energy.

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

But Zhang Hanyu brought this place, and his potential exploded 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 something that he could bear at this age and his body. However, under the great fear between life and death, and under the special environment where the sea of ​​consciousness was split, he was forced out by a duck to put on the shelves.

Such practice will cause an overdraft to his body, and it will even damage the origin, and it will never make any progress in the future.

However, at this moment, if there is anything wrong with Ouyang Ming's health, I'm afraid no one will believe it.

His body seemed to have inexhaustible power, and his eyes were shining brightly, as if they were about to lit up. Even when the energy was at its best, it was not as terrifying as it was now.

Ouyang Ming even wanted to have the urge to roar.

However, the split mental consciousness still existed, making his heart instantly cold as ice.

After looking around, the arms in Ouyang Ming's hand reappeared. In just a blink of an eye, the broken knife became dull.

Draw.

Without hesitation, he absorbed all the attributes on the broken knife, turning the broken knife into a piece of worthless scrap iron. He kicked it out and kicked the cut short knife into two different piles of soldiers.

There are countless wreckages of such weapons, and it is definitely not easy to find and piece them together. Then, he threw away the broken knife, picked up a piece of lichen, and quickly left the warehouse.

When Zhang Hanyu brought him over, he was absolutely cautious and was not noticed by anyone.

And the same was true when he returned to the forging room of the old craftsman.

Fortunately, it was getting late at this moment, otherwise Ouyang Ming would not dare to say that he could get what he wanted.

After entering the forging room, Ouyang Ming looked at the items in his hand. He immediately came to the entrance of the stove, tore it hard, tear all his clothes into pieces, and put them into it.

The old craftsman is the chief forging of arms. Although he owns arms, this does not mean that he does not need a stove.

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

As for using arms to process crude ore, of course, it is also possible. However, arms must consume a lot of physical strength. Exercising crude ore does not require fine control, but rather a long period of time to fight.

Use arms to forge impurities in crude ore...

Well, anyone who does this and perseveres will die without exception. It is not death from old age or stupidity, but being exhausted to death.

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

Of course, the materials worthy of the old craftsman's own hands are also some fine products, and those rough work that are initially refined usually fall on Ouyang Ming's head.

At this moment, he lit the fire in a familiar way and sent all the items into it. Under the burning of the charcoal fire, the things quickly disappeared and disappeared.

He stretched out his long iron rod and stirred it in the fire for a moment. Even if the gods came, he could not tell what was inside.

During this process, Ouyang Ming was not idle, but found some crude ore in the forging room for refining and processing. In fact, it was just throwing the ore into the fire and burning it until it softened and beaten, and it was just repeated.

Previously, because he was not strong enough, he could only burn fire. As for forging, the old craftsman did it himself.

But at this moment, for some reason, his strength seemed to be much bigger. He raised the hammer high and smashed it hard, and suddenly a spark of Mars splashed.

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