[Sword Three + Doomsday] Poisonous hands have no joy

Tang Wule no longer cared about the lead blunt sword with the two flying blades that were too good-looking to "reminisce about the old days". He once again felt the unique temperature of the casting table, and he was so familiar that he almost didn't let himself cry——

A day without a grocer!You can only repair weapons by yourself!

But there is no casting table either!

Now that there is a casting table, if there is anything to do, we have to do it together.

Tang Wule could hardly find words to describe his happy mood!

He really wanted to take off his clothes and put on his shirtless shoulders. It's really inconvenient to wear a combat coat to strike iron!Looking at the hot iron continuously flowing out of the channel, the little overlord of Tangmen still couldn't hold back, and took off his thickened combat coat, what was left was only a bottoming vest—he didn't even look like a Teammates have to wear a warm base layer like that.

When Gu Chongyou came back to his senses, he found that he had been staring at the young man's "sexy" back for a long time.

In the young man's right hand, he held a special hammer that was not small in size and absolutely not light in weight. He swung his arm once, and controlled the strength to smash the hammer face against the weapon.

There are not too strong muscles, but the overall lines are extremely graceful, the lean and powerful waist is stretched out by the belt, small beads of sweat fall from the ends of the broken hair onto the slender neck, and run down the slender neck The hips slid all the way down the back.

Great tension, supple and toned.From face to body, youth is perfect in everything.

The young body was sweating indulgently, without even noticing that a focused and restrained gaze fell on him.

Tang Wule couldn't remember the last time he repaired weapons, but when holding all kinds of tools in his hands, the feeling of making and repairing weapons by himself returned instantly.

He gave priority to repairing a few thousand receivers in his backpack, two pairs of sleeve arrows, and some miscellaneous non-proprietary weapons that he was reluctant to throw away.

The "automatic" blunt sword production line that had completely stopped running when the mini-mecha man Kabu stepped into the sword formation with one foot is still silent, although the snow-filled iron in the sword house and the furnace is still smelting .Tang Wule has already locked his eyes on the six sword huts, where a new batch of snow-armed iron will be released soon.

Although there is no number of blunt swords on the field one by one, it can be felt from the arrangement that the number has reached a certain limit-the limit of this giant old six-star sword array.

And these remaining snow irons probably have only one use.

Attract those strangers who rush in, use these countless blunt swords to fill the gully of the intruder's desire, and substitute them into the sword formation.

Iron in snow is also iron in blood.

With snow, of course blood is needed.

Logically speaking, there are only two results for coming here: to become one of the raw materials of Xuelong Iron, waiting to be cast into new weapons.Or pay a certain price and successfully break the sword array.

Now that the alarm has been lifted, there is no longer any burden. The eight people who are free to fly are still blacksmithing, idiots continue to be idiots, and the sightseeing group is still playing.

Tang Wule put down the repair hammer in his hand, casually touched the sweat on his face with his forearm, and turned to look at Gu Chongyou: "What do you use to take advantage of it?"

Gu Chongyou's expression of "ah, what did you just say, Xue is a little too big, I didn't hear clearly", made Tang Wule stop trying to get an answer from his boss.

The young man sighed, walked straight to Gu Chongyou, took one of his hands, and measured some necessary data on the opponent's hand with his fingers.

During this period, Commander Gu’s heart was beating like thunder: It’s obviously a world of ice and snow, but why is my heart as warm as a warm wind blowing...

When the young man held up his palm, measured the distance with his thumb and middle finger, and when the two palms were almost touching together, Gu Chongyou even heard his own heartbeat...

Tang Wule nodded clearly: "You don't need to think about it, I will do it for you, you can find a way to see if you can contact the outside."

With that said, he turned around and went back to the casting table, and continued beating and beating.

It is not a simple matter to fit the palm of the hand, to adapt to the feel, and to achieve coordination with the weapon owner himself.

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The sightseeing group of the Jue Ling Squad went around and returned to the organization. Zheng Yu lowered his head slightly and said to his superior: "The range of this sword array is fixed, but the secret realm is not limited to this area. But what we can be sure of is that, The key is temperature."

Gu Chongyou answered his subordinates, but his eyes were still looking at another direct subordinate who had only been with him for a year. He restrained his emotions and said calmly: "Talk less and see more. Although the secret realm is rare, you can't see it just because of it." Its unusualness ignores the original danger of the secret realm."

Zheng Yu is used to hearing these words, and the teammates behind him also have a very trained expression.But they followed the boss's eyes all the way to see the past, but it was the younger generation of the same line who was forging iron.

Although they haven't had much contact with Tang Wule, they can clearly feel that they are also direct descendants, but their boss's attitude towards the two groups of teams is only obviously different - n20 is different, a special team that was formed during non-recruitment time.To put it more bluntly, it is a task that others cannot complete, they will do it.

Tang Wule's indifferent face still remained unchanged in front of Commander Gu. This attitude alone is already surprising - the rules and order that Gu Chongyou strictly abides by in his bones include a clear description of his rank.

In the eyes of Zheng Yu and the others, Tang Wule's behavior was clearly hovering near the bottom line of his boss.

If the seven people including Tang Wule were called to say these words together, it might be used to beat and imply, but this one-year recruit is obviously quiet in the joy of casting, and the meaning is very thought-provoking.

It's not chicken soup, it's not admonitions, it's not warnings, and it's not comfort and encouragement from superiors!

His teammate tugged on Zheng Yu's sleeve, and the 25-year-old strength-enhancing man blinked, realizing that their boss didn't care about his little tricks at all.

Then the answer is obvious: because Commander Gu is simply perfunctory.

His heart is probably on the new Xiao Xianrou.

The speed of Xiao Xianrou's forging is not slow. It is a set of swords and shields that are not yet finished, but the outline can already be seen.As early as the first time Tang Wule sparred with Gu Chongyou, he discovered that the opponent's energy release method and attack effect had certain similarities with Cang Yun's.

To put it plainly: I am strong and I am willful.

Whether it's attack or defense, the moves seem to be too loose, the offense is very heavy, but there are routines between offense and defense.

The sword and shield made of snow and iron, after Gu Chongyou didn't use it, could even find a way to blend into his own body - exactly corresponding to his supernatural attributes.

Taking advantage of the final stage of shaping, Tang Wule looked around, but he couldn't find a tool to test the attributes, not even a tree with good condition.

After wiping the double-sided blade hidden in Tang Wule's backpack with the Jiuqu Shenlong cloth, which was only bound by the hemp forging, the cloth that was originally used to protect the mecha made the double-sided blade become Even sharper, the snow light shines, revealing a cold light.

Tang Wule used this double-sided sharpened blade to grind on the edge of the sword shield. There were actually better sharpening options on the casting table, but Tang Wule chose to use a waste blade that had been stained with countless blood.

Because in the eyes of the youth, Gu Chongyou probably won't have the day when he will use his own blood to officially sharpen his weapon.What is the use of a sword and shield that is not stained with blood?

So it's better for him to solve this matter.

One side is a double-sided blade that collects all the souls of the dead under the knife, and the other side is a weapon made of blood and molten iron.Under the friction of the two phases, the evil spirit could hardly be concealed.

Gu Chongyou who was behind Tang Wule could feel the resonance of this upcoming weapon with him, but what also awakened him was the inherent murderous aura in it.

This is not a set of swords and shields that are easy to surrender to others.

Tang Wule is not such a restrained person. Although the number of Xueyongtie in the six sword huts is enough, his intuition tells him that using a part of Xueyongtie to create a sword shield for Gu Chongyou is already the limit allowed in the secret realm .

It may be a necessary material for customs clearance, but more does not mean better.

Sure enough, the moment he decided to call it a day, the sword hut and the casting platform disappeared out of thin air, but after the channel where the hot iron flowed lost its limit, it gradually merged with the surrounding channels along the line.

And the groups of blunt swords that were originally paved with paths rose from the ground, and a brand new six-star sword array was restarted.

The two flying blades belonging to Tang Wule returned to Tang Wule's waist, and the blunt sword came slowly, hanging in the center of the sword array, looking down at the few people on the ground——

The previous crisis was only temporarily lifted, and now is the beginning of the challenge.

Tang Wule threw a set of heavy swords and shields at Gu Chongyou, and the other party easily took the swords and shields and held them in his hands, his posture was so skillful that he didn't look like a person just getting started.

The six of Zheng Yu were not in a hurry to disperse. The path paved by the blunt sword that was originally safe under their feet had disappeared, and everyone returned to the original point where they needed to hesitate.

"Om—" A high-pitched sword cry urged the entire sword array to attack.

Gu Chongyou reflexively protected all seven of his subordinates behind him, and immediately spread a barrier around his body. Like a shield in his hand, the huge golden shield image was magnified in the air, and the strong defensive aura forced them back. launched the first wave of sword formation attacks.

"careful!"

Tang Wule pulled Zheng Yu, who was repelled by a sword that was approaching the door, to his side with a paw. He pushed away his teammates, but he almost stepped into the "flowing" snow with one foot. It was not so much snow. The land is more like a swamp covered with a layer of snow.

Zheng Yu didn't even have time to say thank you when he saw that Tang Wule had already thrown himself into the battle.

The six members of the Jue Ling Squad are not inexperienced in combat. Letting any one of them out can even compete with higher-level supernatural beings. However, when fighting a secret realm that cannot be measured by scientific data and experience, this kind of The experience seems a little pale.