Zhang Hanyu jumped towards the target step by step. The sound of his landing was very loud, like beating a big drum, and it struck directly on people's hearts. Approaching so little by little will bring even greater psychological pressure to people.
His face was majestic and terrifying, and the malice in his eyes could almost turn into reality.
Ever since he was young, under the protection of his family, he had never suffered such a big loss. Moreover, there was still an indescribable fear deep in his heart. How could that kid activate the military fire so quickly? His talent is so great, he may be another old craftsman in the future.
Such a person will definitely be in huge trouble once he recognizes the truth and becomes his enemy. In this case, it would be better to kill him with one knife while he has not yet grown up.
The dagger in his hand was tightly held on. He picked up the knife not to be brave, but to throw the dagger as a dagger at any time.
Under the guidance of his uncle, he practiced outstanding hidden weapon skills. Of course it won't work against warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles, but if you aim at a little guy who is frightened by the news and just runs away with his head in his arms, it will definitely be a success.
The dull pain in his legs and feet distracted him for a moment. When he thought of his injured legs and feet, he gritted his teeth with hatred and swore in his heart that he must put Ouyang Ming to death in order to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
As for how to clean up the mess after killing Ouyang Ming, and how to stay away from this place without being noticed, he no longer cared about it at all.
Slowly, he jumped up to the pile of discarded weapons. His ears twitched slightly, and he could already hear a faint sound of breathing.
With a sneer, Zhang Hanyu said: "Boy, why don't you come out and die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Hanyu saw a figure jumping out from behind the pile of weapons, and then with a flash of white light, it struck towards him in an unorganized 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 timid Ouyang Ming, and what he held in his hand was a broken knife.
That's right, it was an abandoned weapon that was half broken, even without the blade.
If Ouyang Ming was holding a brand new saber, he might still be a little wary. However, how could a broken knife be placed in his eyes.
At this moment, Zhang Hanyu had already judged that this kid was a trapped beast still fighting, so he picked up a broken knife and came up to fight for his life.
Zhang Hanyu had a look of disdain on his face and raised his short knife to greet him.
If Ouyang Ming wanted to escape as soon as he came up, he would definitely kill him. However, since this kid still has a little courage, he doesn't mind playing with him. At this moment, Zhang Hanyu immediately thought of many punishments in his mind. First, they picked out all the tendons of Ouyang Ming's hands and feet, disabled his vocal cords, and made him die in agony.
When I thought of this, even the severe pain in my legs and feet seemed to be reduced a lot.
He seemed to have seen Ouyang Ming roaring in pain under his hands, and his mood became extremely refreshing.
"Ding-"
Finally, the short sword and the broken sword met in the air.
Then, there was a clear cracking sound, and the short knife broke in response. The broken knife continued to move forward without any hindrance, as if it had cut off a hair, and suddenly chopped off the right side of Zhang Hanyu's neck, directly It hit him in the chest.
Zhang Hanyu's eyes and mouth suddenly opened 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 power and life were rapidly moving away from him. He wanted to raise his hand, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. In the end, his eyes were fixed on the broken knife that paralyzed him and could not move.
A broken knife, a broken knife...
This, his, mother... is a broken knife!
This was his last thought in the world, and then his consciousness sank and he disappeared from sight. But he could not understand until his death why a broken knife had such power.
Ouyang Ming just held the broken knife in his hand and kept the chopping posture.
In fact, it was unwise for him to do so, because whether it is a human or a beast, once injured, there is a possibility of dying. As the saying goes, the most terrifying beast is a wounded beast. When it is dying, it can often die together 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 slashed out, directly cutting off Zhang Hanyu's short sword and cutting into the opponent's body, his state of mind was actually peaceful, without any fluctuations.
This state definitely does not look like the work of a person who has never seen blood.
However, when his spiritual consciousness was magically divided into two, this scene appeared naturally and strangely.
Wounding the enemy with one knife, just when Ouyang Ming was about to pull out the broken knife and give the opponent another blow while the iron was hot, a strange heat flow suddenly poured into his body from the broken knife.
As a result, Ouyang Ming slowed down his movements slightly. Although he didn't understand why, he had a feeling that this heat would be of great benefit to him.
Then, he saw an extremely terrifying scene before his eyes.
There was no blood splattered under his broken knife.
The knife struck from the right side of the head and neck to the chest, and a large amount of blood would definitely flow out. However, there was no trace of blood on Zhang Hanyu's body at this moment, 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. Not only can it absorb blood, but even the physical body seems to be within its absorption range.
Zhang Hanyu's flesh and blood body gradually shrank before Ouyang Ming's eyes.
If Ouyang Ming hadn't been in a strange state of mental schizophrenia at this moment, he might have been frightened and fainted by this extremely terrifying scene. However, at this moment, he opened his eyes wide and watched all these changes quietly. It seemed that the deflating 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 from Ouyang Ming's eyes.
Some clothes fell down, as well as some scattered trinkets, but Zhang Hanyu's entire person had disappeared, not even a hair or a fingernail was left behind.
On the contrary, Ouyang Ming, who was holding the broken knife, had a red face, full of energy, and his whole body seemed to be filled with 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 been playing with weapons for a day. Although he exercised restraint, it was unavoidable to feel a strong sense of fatigue.
Being brought here by Zhang Hanyu, his potential exploded at the critical moment of life and death, and he used weapons many times in a very short period of time.
That kind of consumption was not something his body at this age could bear. However, under the great fear between life and death, under the special environment of splitting the sea of consciousness, he was forced to come out.
Such an approach would cause overdraft damage to his body, and would even damage his source, making it difficult for him to make any progress in the future.
However, at this moment, if there is anything wrong with Ouyang Ming's body, no one would believe it.
He seemed to have inexhaustible power in his body, and his eyes were shining, as if they were about to light up. Even when he was at his best, it was not as horrifying as it is now. .
Ouyang Ming even had the urge to roar loudly.
However, the split spiritual consciousness still existed, making his heart instantly become as cold as ice.
Looking around, Ouyang Ming saw the weapon reappear in his hand. In just the blink of an eye, the broken knife became dim.
Draw.
He did not hesitate to absorb all the attributes from the broken knife, turning the broken knife into a piece of worthless scrap metal. With one kick, he kicked the severed dagger into two different piles of armor.
There are countless such weapon remains, and it is by no means an easy task to find and piece them together. Then, he threw away the broken knife, picked up the scattered clothes, and quickly left the warehouse.
When Zhang Hanyu brought him here, he was absolutely cautious and was not noticed by anyone.
And it was the same when he returned to the old craftsman's forging room.
Fortunately, it was getting late now, otherwise Ouyang Ming would not have dared to say that he would be able to get what he wanted.
After entering the forging room, Ouyang Ming glanced at the items in his hands. He immediately came to the mouth of the stove, tore all the clothes into pieces and put them into it.
The old craftsman is the chief forger of arms. Although he owns arms, it does not mean that he does not need a furnace.
In fact, most of the time, old craftsmen will use the stove to perform preliminary processing of some materials.
As for using munitions to process coarse ore, it is of course possible, but munitions must consume a lot of physical strength, and training coarse ore does not require fine control, but a long time of hard work.
Use munitions to forge impurities in crude ores...
Well, everyone who does this and perseveres has died without exception. It is not death of old age or stupidity, but death of exhaustion.
Therefore, in this forging room, there is an exquisite furnace.
Of course, the materials worthy of the old craftsman's own hands are all high-quality, and the rough work of preliminary refining usually falls on Ouyang Ming.
At this moment, he lit the fire in a familiar way and put all the items into it. Under the burning of the charcoal fire, those things quickly disappeared and ceased to exist.
He stretched out a long iron rod and stirred it in the fire for a moment. Even if a god came, he would not be able to tell what was inside.
During this process, Ouyang Ming did not sit idle. Instead, he found some rough ore in the forging room for refining and processing. In fact, the ore is thrown into the fire and burned until it softens and beaten, and so on.
Previously, because he lacked strength, he could only light the fire, but the old craftsman did the forging himself.
But at this moment, for some reason, his strength seemed to be much stronger. He raised the hammer high and hit it hard, causing sparks to fly out.
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