The warrior walking carefully in front of me, please search and read the most comprehensive novel! It seemed that I noticed something, and suddenly turned my head to be on guard. After seeing Zhao Hu, my eyes first focused on Zhao Hu's waist, and I couldn't help but reveal a shocked look.

But when this middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance found that Zhao Hu was only one, somehow a trace of hideous and greedy expression flashed across. Then he looked majestic, and walked towards Zhao Hu with a knife, while shouting majestic: "Whose peasant soldier are you? Can't you salute when you see the warriors in your family?"

The tension and extremely uncomfortable feeling that the brain gave him made Zhao Hu unable to help but his heart beat: "Does the black 'color' flame represent danger and enemies?"

Although his mind was turning sharply in his mind, Zhao Hu's face still naturally showed a fearful look. He stood with a respectful look, leaning on a bamboo gun, bowed his head and bowed and said, "I have seen the adults. The youngest one is the peasant soldiers of Dafeng Village."

"Boy, Dafeng Village should not be completely enfeoffed, so although I am not your lord, my identity is higher than your lord, so you have to kneel down and worship me!" The warrior stood in front of Zhao Hu and said carelessly.

Seeing that the samurai sword he held in his hand never took back his boots, Zhao Hu was sure that as long as he knelt down and kowtowed, he would definitely be chopped off his head very easily. However, Zhao Hu, who had made a decision, naturally looked very nervous and terrified, and said respectfully: "Yes, yes, I don't know if the young man is lucky enough to know the name of the adult." While putting down the bamboo gun and kneeling down. The warrior did not notice that Zhao Hu was doing the bamboo gun. He moved the bamboo gun back and grabbed the tip of the gun that was only one meter long in front of him.

"Boy, I am Zhou Ming, the Hundred Stone Warrior of the Ling family!" The warrior stared at Zhao Hu's stretched out neck and said in a plain tone. At the same time, the knife in his hand was already raised quickly and was about to cut off Zhao Hu's head. Unfortunately, at this moment, he felt a dangerous chill, but he didn't know if it was not strong enough or what. When he wanted to react, his neck had been pierced by a bamboo gun.

"Yes, I remember!" Zhao Hu looked at the samurai who looked in front of him with an incredible look with wide eyes, holding the samurai sword in his hand, but no longer had the strength to slash it.

"Uhhh..." The warrior rolled his eyes, and only a few bubbles sounded in his throat, and he died with great reluctance.

Zhao Hu just held the bamboo gun like this, allowing blood to be kept in his hands along the bamboo gun, and his eyes were bright as the black flame above the warrior's head swayed violently and burned. In less than a breath, the originally black and uncomfortable flame turned into a bright fiery red flame. Then the fiery red flame broke away from the warrior's head and flew towards Zhao Hu, and entered Zhao Hu's body.

Zhao Hu clearly felt that his mind became extremely sober and refreshing, just like drinking frozen drinks in hot weather. Similarly, Zhao Hu also clearly felt that he could not detect the slightest spiritual consciousness before, but there was a trace of presentation. In other words, Zhao Hu could now clearly feel the changes in the air flow within one meter around him.

Feeling the changes in the spiritual power of the "spirit", especially when feeling the existence of the spiritual consciousness, Zhao Hu immediately became excited.

Zhao Hu, who was excited, let the samurai fall to the ground, and then washes the corpse without hesitation. The samurai sword, knife boots and coins on the samurai naturally fell into Zhao Hu's hands without any surprise. Although Zhao Hu was reluctant to leave the samurai armor, he would not be idiot to wear it. It is not as good as the hidden sword. The armor of this famous samurai must not matter. If the enemy uses it, it is a search for death!

With a samurai knife in his waist and a bamboo gun, Zhao Hu continued to walk forward humming a song, relying on unexpectedly killing an enemy warrior, hoping to kill another enemy warrior to increase his "spiritual" power.

Zhao Hu continued to sway in the thick white mist, not knowing whether he was lucky or why. After swaying for so long, he didn't even see a single person. Not only did he not see the enemy, but he also did not see it.

"Damn! It should have been noon at this time? Under the sun's rays, how could the white fog decrease and become thinner? I have been walking for so long and I have seen that this is a plain area, not a valley, no river, and no dense forest. How can this thick fog exist for so long? Forget it, don't worry about these things. Anyway, it's a world created by the chaotic creatures, and it can happen in any situation." Zhao Hu swayed boredly, looking at the thick fog around him muttered.

As he was traveling around, Zhao Hu suddenly felt nervous and jumped towards the side. When he woke up, he was shocked to find that the bamboo gun on his shoulder had been cut off halfway. He looked up and looked forward and suddenly found a crack in the white and thick fog. Then in an instant, the crack expanded rapidly, like a piece of cloth being violently torn apart. When it expanded rapidly to more than ten meters, a strong wind blew up with the rolling fog.

The belt that Zhao Hu tied firmly around his waist was about to be blown up. Not to mention the flag behind him, you can fully realize how strong the strong wind is. With the emergence of the strong wind, the thick fog around him also spread rapidly, allowing Zhao Hu to see clearly the situation around him.

First of all, there were two warriors facing each other hundreds of meters ahead, one wearing black armor and the other wearing red armor and the other holding a samurai sword. Neither of them was leaning on a flag, but the armor on their bodies was definitely made of metal. It can be said that it was definitely at the advanced samurai level.

The warriors who could not tell the two camps were separated by three or four meters. From time to time, they stabbed the long spear and slashed the warrior's sword, and circled in circles like a performance. However, Zhao Hu's pupils shrank suddenly, because each time these two guys made the thick fog on the opposite side either cracked a crack or a big hole appeared, and the thick fog rolled out violently. Moreover, the ground behind them was "making" out of flying sand and stones with their virtual moves. The originally green grass has now become sand!

Zhao Hu was waiting for his eyes desperately, looking at the scene in front of him with a dazed look, and couldn't help shouting: "Damn! I also said that the warriors in this world are rubbish! I didn't expect that they were so awesome? They could actually emit qi without color? You know, even those monks in the fairy world have too many impurities in their bodies, and they all use all kinds of qi and qi and qi and qi. I have never seen the guys who can really use invisible qi and qi and qi and qi and qi and qi in their bodies! I didn't expect that there were such two people in front of me who could use invisible qi and qi and qi and qi and qi and qi!"

"It's just that their qi level. That is, there are very few impurities in their bodies, but this power is a bit low-level? Logically, it should be a super bull's 'force'. Just slashing out with a random knife, the ground must be cracked for a few kilometers. When the shot is stabbed out, it must have to penetrate several mountains, right? It's just plowing the ground and blowing away some of the thick fog? How strange it looks? Is it all the qi in this world invisible and uncolored? It shouldn't be?" Zhao Hu muttered with confusion while touching his chin.

As Zhao Hu muttered, the two warriors, black and red, became more and more fierce as they gestured. Although there was no weapon to "interaction", the fierce wind had already blown a large area of ​​thick fog.

After the thick fog disappeared, I immediately saw two military formations that were nearly 100 meters away from the battleground. On the left was a red circle Mitsubishi map, and on the right was a blue-colored four-copper coin map. The front of the two military formations on both sides was very neat. The big heads were all figures dressed in samurai, and behind were low-level warriors collecting their own people who heard the noise and emerged from the thick fog one after another. Of course, it was inevitable to kill the enemy soldiers who were looking for the wrong direction.

The military formations on both sides looked about one or two thousand people. The high, medium and low samurai on both sides were less than one hundred. The warriors equipped with metal spear tips looked like three or four hundred people on both sides. The rest were all peasant soldiers carrying bamboo guns. These peasant soldiers stood obediently under the control of low-level warriors and warriors, watching the gestures in the field.

Zhao Hu was lucky, and he was in the middle of the lower end of the two military formations, so Zhao Hu naturally ran towards the military formation with the red circle Mitsubishi map without saying a word.

A low-level warrior holding a sword saw Zhao Hu, a peasant soldier who was dressed as a peasant soldier, couldn't help but frown and lead two soldiers to come and yell: "Report your hometown and name!"

"Sir, I am Zhao Hu from Dafeng Village." Zhao Hu responded immediately.

"Zhao Hu, Dafeng Village? What is the bag on your body?" The warrior directly combined the village name and the nickname to give Zhao Hu a new name, and his eyes also turned to the things on Zhao Hu's waist.

"The head of the enemy soldier." Zhao Hu said calmly.

"Oh? More than ten?" The shimmer flashed in the warrior's eyes, and the eyes of the two soldiers behind him emerged from envy and jealousy and hatred.

"It's exactly ten." Zhao Hu said with a brow raised.

"Is there a samurai head?" The samurai's eyes turned to the samurai sword on Zhao Hu's waist.

"No, they are all peasant soldiers, not even a warrior. This warrior sword is my harvest from a strong enemy peasant soldier." Zhao Hu said holding the sword.

"Haha, it saves you a lot of equipment purchase fees when you become a samurai. Go to Lord Lingda to confirm the head level. As long as you don't kill Liang and make achievements, 10 enemy soldiers' heads will be enough to make you a two-stone warrior." The warrior pointed at the curtain not far away, and he obviously envied Zhao Hu.

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