Chapter nine hundred and seventy-fifth: Do not forget the riches and honors
The two-hundred-jin Tiger Roaring Knife was just like a fire stick in Wu Yi's palm. As he danced, the knife was rolled up with great wind, like a dragon swimming in the water, turning over rivers and seas. Others only saw the cold light of the knife, but did not see it.
Where is the big sword? If you don't watch out, your head will fall to the ground.
Strictly speaking, the Tiger Roaring Sword is a heavy sword, which requires great opening and closing, and can defeat ten levels with one force. But Wu Yi used it like this, which means he is extremely powerful and can only do it.
However, these are minor issues. On the battlefield, the best knife is the one that kills people. As for whether a light knife or a heavy knife, there is not much point in arguing.
"Hahaha! Ruziguo is just like the rumors. His arm strength is amazing. I will choose a strong general for the court!" Marshal of the Northern Army stroked his beautiful long beard and laughed heartily. At this moment, his
The anger is revealed.
"The marshal is overly commendable! How can a villain win the marshal's eyes if he has no merit? He should be sharpened on the battlefield." Wu Yi replied cautiously.
Although the other party's words meant that he wanted to promote himself, they were all verbal promises and were not written down on paper. They did not say how to arrange themselves. They were just empty promises. There was no need for him to show his loyalty so early.
The light refusal in Wu Yi's words made the Northern Army Marshal look at Wu Yi with new eyes. Perhaps he had seen too many people who were like dog-skin plasters. The appearance of Wu Yi who did not actively rely on him at this moment made him feel refreshed.
"There's no need to call him Marshal, I have a surname," Wu Yi was about to refuse, but was interrupted by the sharp eyes of the Northern Army Marshal. It was hard to imagine that a person with such a gentle appearance could have such sharp eyes.
Wu Yi had no choice but to agree and said: "Young man Chen Yan, please pay homage to Marshal Zhang!"
The Zhang family is a large clan in the northern part of the dynasty, with no less than a million members. In terms of origins, the Zhang family was already established in the northern part of the dynasty before the Daji Dynasty was established.
Of course, the Zhang family has not always been prosperous. It has also had its ups and downs. Zhang Tianwen, the marshal of the Northern Army, should be the most outstanding descendant of the Zhang family in the past century.
It was also under the leadership of Zhang Tianwen that many Zhang family members joined the army and became quite influential in the army.
All in all, the Zhang family built a family with martial arts and guarded the family with literature. Most of the children in the family are both civil and military, and Zhang Tianwen is the best among them.
"In two days, the chiefs of the five tribes should arrive. When the time comes, you hold the Tiger Roaring Sword and stand behind me. Remember not to weaken the majesty of my heavenly dynasty!"
Is this to accept him as a personal soldier? Wu Yi thought in his heart and naturally agreed. He could not refuse this matter.
"Okay, I've been looking at weapons for a long time today, and I'm a little tired. You can step back! I've become more proficient with the Tiger Roaring Knife in the past two days!" Zhang Tianwen waved his hand and asked Wu Yi to leave. After giving Wu Yi the Tiger Roaring Knife, he
No questions were asked, and the rhetoric prepared by Wu Yi turned out to be of no use.
Perhaps Zhang Tianwen also knows that even if he asks Wu Yi where the information came from, he may not be able to hear the real answer. In this case, why bother to get to the bottom of it? As long as Wu Yi can be used by him, then the forces controlled by Wu Yi can also
for his use.
The draft was prepared for a long time and considered for a long time, but not a word was used. Wu Yi was like a punch on cotton, and naturally he was in a good mood.
Back at his station, the Tiger Roaring Knife could not be hidden from others, and Wu Yi did not want to hide it. There was no need. When others heard that this was a weapon given to Wu Yi by Marshal Zhang, they looked at Wu Yi differently and said that they should live in wealth and never forget each other.
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Wu Yi knew that they thought that if he joined Marshal Zhang's disciples, his future career would be just around the corner, so he was already currying favor with him at this moment.
Wu Yi naturally denied these opinions one by one, but the more he denied it, the more others believed in their own opinions. Wu Yi was too lazy to care about this change. Anyway, he didn't talk nonsense, but he told the truth.
After leaving the crowd, Wu Yi came to the camp alone, saying that he wanted to take a lunch break so that he could not disturb himself.
Wu Yi did not deceive them. He really went to sleep, but not because of sleepiness, but because he wanted to meet the weapon spirit of the Tiger Roaring Sword in his dream. Due to human luck, he was not allowed to use magic power and could only use such primitive weapons.
There's a solution.
At this moment, he is occupying Chen Yan's body. Although he is not a monk, it is easy for him to stay up for several days without sleeping. Correspondingly, it is only a matter of thought to want to sleep.
Holding the Tiger's Roaring Knife in hand and falling asleep, Wu Yi forcibly wrapped the spirit of the Tiger's Roaring Knife into his own dream.
The first sight Wu Yi saw after opening his eyes was a scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. On top of the sea of blood, there were countless creatures fighting, and the sound of killing was earth-shattering, chaotic and noisy.
At every moment, countless heads fall to the ground, but at the next moment, new creatures emerge. The fighting is endless. It seems difficult to trace why they were killed and how long the fighting lasted.
Bloody, cruel and violent, this was Wu Yi's first view of the scene in front of him. The Tiger Roaring Sword was indeed a vicious weapon, otherwise such a scene would not have occurred.
In his own dream, Wu Yi is naturally the master. If he were a mortal, he would be unconscious in such a scene. Wu Yi's soul strength is still there, and such scenes are just a breeze and drizzle.
With a thought, the sea of blood disappeared without a trace. The shouts of killing and the sounds of weapons clashing also disappeared. The silence was frightening, as if after entering the jungle, there were dangers everywhere, and I had to be nervous.
Wu Yi snorted, and still wanted to hide. Do you look down on him like this? As the snort fell, time and space reversed and returned to their true nature. All illusions were eliminated, and a broken knife appeared in front of Wu Yi's eyes.
It was the Tiger Roaring Knife, but the Tiger Roaring Knife that Wu Yi saw in Zhang Tianwen's camp was intact, so why was it a broken knife here?
The blade is full of scars, with chips everywhere as well as dents and peeling paint caused by collisions. It is very ugly. This is the first thought after seeing this knife. However, no one is not shaken by it. This is a valuable knife.
The machete of stories.
Wu Yi slowly walked towards the Tiger Roaring Knife. If his prediction was correct, this was the original body of the Tiger Roaring Knife. As for what he saw before, it was actually the blade transformed by the sword demon using the evil spirit. That's why he acted so unstoppable.
After being eroded, it is as clean as new.
It's not that it's really immortal, but that the sword demon has a long lifespan, and the blade condenses endless evil energy, so it can last forever.
As Wu Yi advanced towards the real Tiger Roaring Sword, scenes kept appearing in front of his eyes. This was the scene of the old days when General Hu Chi was fighting. The scenery was endless. In the midst of thousands of troops, it was not a problem at all to kill hundreds of soldiers.