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An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly in the roaring sound of golden iron, half asleep and half awake.

Wu martial arts are in all aspects, walking and sitting are all martial arts, every move is martial arts.

Hitting iron, so is naturally.

Each time he smashed the hammer, every slight reaction of himself, the hammer, and the beaten metal appeared in his heart.

It seems that there is no difference in thrashing. In fact, each hammer has a slight adjustment.

捶, drill, fry, loose, coagulate, wrap ...

Strike the iron as if kill!

I am full of momentum, physique, and energy.

Every time the hammer goes down, the huge cold iron platform will tremble and buzz, and the magma and fire are even more turbulent, making people suspect that this cold iron platform will be crushed.

boom!

boom! boom!

A violent thump followed by a trembling awakened the shocked old monks.

Wu Sanyin and others quickly gathered around, carrying various metals, controlling the heat, and fighting for An Qisheng.

Xihuangjue Temple has a unique secret that can increase the temperature of the flame by adding some unknown powder.

At the same time, a few old monks became more and more shocked.

Tong Mingming's thumping posture was wrong, but the thumping sound was louder and louder than a hammer, as if he didn't feel tired at all.

I only had Miki, my eyes twitched, and I felt a little distressed with my hammer.

Although I believe that An Qisheng has control over the power, he is unavoidably worried that his cold hammer will be destroyed.

This force is too fierce.

This busyness is three days and nights.

Boom!

A loud noise broke the quiet Huangjue Temple in the night.

"Forge of soldiers? Is this a fryer?"

Near the Forge Valley, many monks were awakened and looked at the Forge Valley one by one, frowning.

Of course, the Forging Soldiers were not 100% successful. Over the years, there have been many incidents in the Forging Furnace.

The two most thrilling, even triggered the volcanic eruption suppressed by the cold iron, almost destroyed the Forge Valley.

Woohoo ~~~

Many monks stationed in the Valley of the Soldiers put on their clothes and set foot in the winter night.

Raising his eyebrows, he saw that the sky above the Forge Valley was so flaming that a cloud of clear mushroom mushrooms under the red moon spread out.

In my ears, there were countless golden iron and iron symphonies.

It seems that the sword soldiers of the entire Huangjue Temple jumped up and beat for it.

"What happened?"

Suddenly, I don't know how many monks were shocked.

I only feel that the Forge Valley has become a sea of ​​weapons. Although it is invisible to the naked eye, I can feel that the extreme sharpness is brewing and saving, making people look terrified.

"this is......"

Sankong looked at Forge Valley, his long white eyebrows shaking.

He has never seen this situation, but he has heard that two hundred years ago, the day when Huangjue Zhong was cast, it also caused the vigor of soldiers and soldiers in the Valley of the Forge to shake.

For two hundred years, countless castor divisions have tried to reproduce this vision, but have failed to do so.

At this time, a vision appeared again?

As soon as his heart moved, his body disappeared into the snow and snow, heading towards the Valley of the Soldiers.

Woohoo ~~~

There seemed to be a strong wind in the Valley of the Forged Soldiers. Many of the knives and sticks hung everywhere shook and buzzed.

Below the Forge Valley, the waves of fire were rolling, and the boiling magma seemed to be endless.

On the steps outside the Han Tietai, a group of three-character monks who were forced to retreat repeatedly looked at Han Tietai in surprise and joy, regardless of their gray faces.

In the middle of the cold iron platform, An Qisheng held up his sledgehammer, and the white robe rolled continuously in the waves.

Along the iron platform in front of him, a long rifle kept buzzing and shaking.

The long rifle was as long as two feet long, and the whole body was red. It was covered with veins like meridians, from the tail of the gun to the gun head that had not yet opened.

At this moment, the spear seemed to have life, and the continuous tremor was beating, making a buzzing sound like a tiger howling dragon.

Even more faint diffused the extreme sharp air.

I looked at the gun head that had not been fired, and my eyes were bleeding.

"Bing Ge means ..."

Luan Qisheng's eyes were half open and half closed.

His divine spirit is unprecedentedly active, and he can feel the heavy intangible and inexhaustible meaning of soldiers and soldiers rolling in, and around him, wrongly, circling and converging near this spear, thereby inciting the actual gale.

Everything has an aura, either strong or weak, even if it is iron, the invisible void is full of aura.

This is Jiu Fujie's understanding of the gas field.

In fact, just as the mass grave piles of corpse tombs give people a sense of darkness, the ancient temples of the millennium make people feel peaceful, and this valley of forging soldiers has also accumulated a strong meaning of soldiers for thousands of years.

I just didn't expect it, and when the gun was about to happen, it would cause such a change.

He lifted the sledgehammer, and the half-closed eyes seemed to reflect the countless spirits of soldiers and soldiers.

"The way of heaven, there is more than loss, but there is insufficient to make up for it ......... Under my beating, the spear is hidden in the field, and in this air field, it is at the lowest point, just as water flows to a low place, and air flows from The place where the air pressure is high flows to the place where the air pressure is low ... '

Luan Qisheng was thinking in his heart.

This is not a bad thing. It will definitely be of great benefit to this spear after being baptized with many soldiers.

After a long time, when the air flow was weakened and the long gun trembled slowly, An Qisheng held up the last hammer for a long time.

I smashed down!

Boom!

With the roar of the cold iron platform, the magma tumbled.

A group of old monks just heard a gunshot and flickered, and then a red light shone through the sky, like a dragon leaping into the abyss, and Jin Peng spread his wings straight for nine days.

Use your spear and you will succeed!

........

Howling winds, heavy snow.

It has been snowing for a few days, and the vast land has been covered with a thick layer of snow.

On the official road several miles away from the Huanghuangjue Temple, there is a smoke rising from a gazebo for the passers-by to cool on weekdays. Two people are sitting around a small stove and drinking.

"That old miscellaneous hair is not the Son of Man, the Son of Man ..."

He squeezed his wet clothes, and Ji Liu took a sip of wine.

The pungent sensation spread from the tongue.

He was a little irritable.

In his position, in addition to the need to be low and small in front of the Master, it is not necessary to be polite to see those big officials in Dafeng who are in Xinjiang.

He has always been waiting for him. Where is the reason for him?

I'll wait for three months!

"Liu, how difficult is this? Can it be more difficult for our brothers to follow the Lord on the journey to the Han Ocean, suffer from hunger and cold for decades, and fight with the enemy for dozens of battles?"

Holding a black strong suit, the middle-aged man with a dark yellow complexion shook his head:

"It's a good time to live, can't I suffer a little bit?"

"What you said makes sense, but ..."

Xi Jiliu squeezed the wine glass and shook her head: "You and I desperately tried to fight. At that time, more than 10,000 brothers now had eight of you and me. What was it for? Isn't that glory?"

He said, he poured himself a glass of wine, and then gave Ji Baman: "Is it possible, loyal to the patriot? Don't be stupid."

Xi Ji shook her head, and no longer talked to him about this, she asked:

"Liu, what did you say about flying pigeons before?"

"The Lord said, if the old Taoist priest is cast into a magic soldier, if the magic soldier is in hand, you and I will immediately release the golden feather eagle and retreat, do not stay for a while ..."

Xi Jiliu put down the jug and looked a little cold:

"The Lord wants to win over the old Taoist priest, but it was a firework in Huangjue Temple last night, there was a meaning of soldiers and soldiers, I'm afraid those old monks still violated the meaning of the Lord ...

I have released the Golden Feather Eagle, yes or no ... "

Three months is not long, but it is short.

At least, with the strength of Huangjue Temple forging the valley of soldiers, it is impossible to say that a magic soldier is two or three handles, and three months is enough.

若 And if the old Taoist really came out with a magic soldier, then the problem is really big ...

I just hope that last night it was a fryer, not a real soldier!

"In recent years, as Wang Xing's affairs have become more urgent, the conflict between Huangjue Temple and the imperial court has become more and more. I heard that Liumen has been searching for evidence of Huangjue Temple in recent years ...

They offend the Lord, it will only accelerate their destruction! "

Hime Ji's face was gloomy.

There was no conflict between the Huanghuangjue Temple and the court at first. On the contrary, these seemingly honest monks are more reassuring to the court than those unruly martial arts people.

Everything, let's talk about Nantianshanhui.

At that time, although Huangjue Temple sent a lot of monks to help, but they refused to let the court requisition them, and there was no room for discussion.

Although they later offered tens of thousands of good swordsmen to repair the relationship, everyone with a good eye knew that the relationship between the two parties was not as harmonious as before.

Twenty-six doors are to receive swordsmen from the world, and Huangjue Temple must bear the brunt.

But talking ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He was a little surprised:

"It was just the movement last night. It was so similar to the casting of the sword on the Lord. I'm afraid it's not good ..."

"The Lord is also cautious and accustomed to the world. There are dozens of gods in the world. What about one more? How dare you be invincible with my court?"

Xi Ji Liu looked up and drank the wine in a glass:

"If he picks up, he's fine. If he doesn't pick up, he won't be able to compete with my Dafeng?"

Although there is a man who can beat the name of a country, it is definitely not worthy to lead the country for thousands of miles, have millions of soldiers, and countless masters of Dafeng!

Stubborn as Pang Wanyang would not dare to go straight to the edge of Dafeng. An old Taoist priest became a vein, and what kind of storms and waves can he set off?

"what?"

Xi Jiba held the wine glass, her eyes suddenly moved, and she lost her voice:

"Eight, my brother, look ..."

Xi Jiliu followed his gaze.

I saw a rugged body of more than ten feet, winding in the wind and snow, with a slight movement, across the lush, fast, incredible speed.

Howl ~

Xi Ji stood up at eight, the glass was crushed by the pinch, and the drink splashed.

Xi Jiliu's face also changed, her mind tightened.

I saw the cold snorkel coming down, a man standing and flying over the robe in a white robe. At this time, he was playing with a crimson lance.

I looked a little lightly.

The eyes were dark and dull, but they seemed to have a substantial weight, which made them feel a sense of suffocation and almost breathless.