Feng Feng was not a kind-hearted man, but he had to be more careful. All those who fought together and were cut down together were his comrades, and he was never stingy towards them. He didn't know how many people he could save by handing over the healing medicine to Cracked Fang, but at least he felt comfortable inside.

However, the model of the pistol was different from all the models in his memory. The power of this pistol was extraordinary, the recoil was also not small, but the accuracy was still somewhat lacking. The few shots he had fired on the battlefield each had the skull of a desolate soldier blown off with each shot, but he could clearly see that what he had aimed at was the middle of his forehead, where most of the explosions had been aimed at a distance.

This gun that made him angry and conflicted had already become scrap iron. On the contrary, the importance of the military knife had become even more urgent, but when he thought about the battlefield where blood splattered and heads rolled, he felt a bit depressed. The peak of the mountain was not the king of the cold troops, it was more used to infiltrating battles before it would be used to being stabbed.

"But I don't know how to build it?" Feng Feiyun dejectedly lowered his head. The components of the sniper crossbow were much more complicated than those of a handgun. He was also picky about the environment. If he could shoot a cold arrow, then he would be courting death.

"Bushwood Flower?" The Night Demon was an even stronger Demon King in his heart than the Black Claw. He had never thought of killing him, and even if the bullet had landed on his head, he would have been sent flying. However, the unremarkable liquid of the wood elementals, which was just a gas bomb, was actually able to kill it, which meant that the wood elementals were far more powerful than he could imagine.

Beside him were all kinds of weeds that contained healing grass and even wood fir flowers. Extracting a drop of wood fir oil was not a problem, but soon the drop of wood fir oil appeared on his finger. It was blue and transparent, giving off a very unpleasant smell.

Any liquid that he extracted could be controlled by him and could reach a distance of 30 meters away, but to control it, he had to spin within one meter of him.

Very soon, the mountain was familiar with this strange method of handling. It let the oil from the wooded hill revolve around its body, revolving extremely happily, just like a satellite.

"Fire …" He thought of another way to make this drop of essential oil work. He picked up the saber, fished out a flint, and tapped the flint with the back of the blade. Soon there was a spark, and as soon as it touched the oil, it was ignited in the air, and the temperature of the air rose around the tiny flame, making the mountain feel the heat emitted by the thumb-sized ball of flame.

He slid the tip of his finger and let the blue flame carefully revolve around him, calculating the time it would take to burn the essential oil. Five minutes later, only the green bean sized flame was left in the air, causing the peak to jump up in joy.

"But how can I get the fire?" With such a difficult problem appearing once more, it would be fine to just knock out some flint. But on the battlefield, it was a bit unrealistic to focus on lighting a fire. It was impossible for him to be holding a torch at any time, right?

"Is this what a flintlock is? "If only I had a lighter …" In his fantasy, his hands and feet didn't stop moving as he dripped drops of refined wood essence oil. Just as he filled up a three inch tall small wooden bottle, a mournful female scream came from outside the black yurt.

The next moment, the screams of the men turned into the screams of the men. Picking up the saber, Feng Feiyun rushed out, and from above, he saw that in the middle of the line, a few Chiru were lying on the ground in pieces, and their scattered organs were scattered everywhere. More Chiru wanted to escape, but they were all pulled together by the rope, like grasshoppers on a rope, writhing in disorder.

The reaction of the tribe warriors was surprisingly fast. A few of them rushed over in an instant. Their hands raised their blades and chopped off the heads one by one, stopping them from panicking.

"AHH!" She turned around and was about to slap him, but when she saw that fat face with tears on it, she suppressed her anger and sternly pointed behind her: "Get the hell in, don't make a ruckus here … …"

He drove the tribe warriors back to their seats, only to see a burst of dust around the tribe warriors, which then turned into more than ten pieces of broken corpses. This time, the chaos could not be stopped, some of the barbarians who had been moving on the way broke free from the ropes, and a bunch of them started to climb towards the mountaintops on both sides, while some others looked like headless flies, trying to escape into the dark.

If it was him, he definitely wouldn't have gone to climb the eighty degrees mountain peak, nor did he go to the remote Gada. He would have sneaked to the place with the most people, figured out the identity of the attackers, and then found an opportunity to escape.

Therefore, the chaos ended in a tragedy. The warriors didn't care about the chenu who climbed up and rolled down, only taking precautions. In this chaos, Black Claw coldly looked at the crowd below and didn't have any intention of taking action.

The attacks were like a wave, wave after wave. One after another, the panicked Chiru or the calm warriors were torn into pieces, scattering the sky full of broken internal organs, meat, and messy bones.

"Blood? Where's the blood? " He had seen quite a lot of blood, whether it was from the enemy or himself, but here, the entire valley was like a huge sanitary towel, absorbing all the blood without leaving a single drop.

The human body was like a water bag. After breaking open, blood splashed like rain, unable to be stopped. However, in this place, the blood disappeared mysteriously into the air, as if it was absorbed by an invisible vacuum cleaner.

"Formless?" Once again, Takeshi was aware of the new problem. When he finally figured it out, the creepy feeling spread from his coccyx to the top of his head.

"Fuck the gerbils …" What the hell? "He's not even going to let go of the hornbeam …" Faintly hearing the cry of the two claws, Feng Feiyun's absent-minded mind returned to the spot. He saw a hornbeam also fall to the ground, breaking into pieces and mixing with the human corpses.

"Don't attack them alone? Is it to kill all living things? " For some reason, an unfamiliar word appeared in his mind: Vampire.

Her snow-white skin, sunken eyes, graceful bearing, and handsome face were all the vampires of the mountain memory, but this thing would only appear in the constantly broadcasting screen, displaying one fictional story after another, not the invisible killer before her who was better than a meat grinder.

"Three claws, three claws …" Do you know what it is? " The Earth Lizard raised its huge face, which was covered in sweat, and opened its mouth, which was still wet from the food, as it shouted towards the peak. He was really worried now, because the terror that he couldn't see was the most frightening, and now he could only hope for the peak.

"I don't know …" Obviously, Feng Feiyun didn't plan to let Kong Chi come up, so he casually sent them to Feng Jianxue.

"Three claws is too ungrateful, with a woman I don't need brothers …" He muttered to himself as he looked at the peak of the mountain. His heart ached as he walked in another direction, holding onto his Zhanmadao.

"Where to? Just stay here... " Seeing that Kong Ya wanted to leave, Feng Feng Feng hurriedly shouted.

"Mind your own business, the ground here is hot, I'll find a cool place to die …" He puffed out his chest proudly, looking as if he didn't need to pay attention to his surroundings.

"Bullshit, you won't die if you stand here. Don't you see that everyone who died was those guys standing in cool places …" Pang Ya was dumbstruck by Feng Feiyun's words. He turned around to take a look, and it was really true. All the attacks were from the direction he was heading towards. He immediately jumped up and shouted: "Come here! Those who don't want to die, come here!"

"What are you yelling about? Is it comfortable to call that thing over? " He turned his head and saw that the pole was holding onto a sabre, and the mud lizard was squatting below him with its foot in front of it. If the pole could see through the memory of the peak, he would have definitely believed that the pole had been passed through from Legend of Gods and Ghosts.

"Uncle Zi Zi, you know a lot, what exactly is this thing?" He didn't want to let himself get on the lizard's back, so he walked up to it and asked.

"I don't know, maybe Black Claw and the elders know …" Staring at the single eye, which was exposing the linen cloth, he spoke absent-mindedly, not wanting to let go of anything around him. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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