Chapter 67: Refining, Nine Bulls and Two Tigers (please order first)
"Refining the 'Recipe Nine Bulls and Two Tigers'!"
Without any delay, Yang Yu looked at the recipe that had been in the floating cauldron for a long time.
Buzz!
As his thoughts moved, the dark and dark cauldron suddenly became bright.
Broken knives, ghost-headed knives, iron wrenches, silk... eleven other ingredients all flew into the air, spinning around Yang Yu, bursting out with various colors of light.
In the dazzling light of various colors, Yang Yu once again saw the ferocious beasts on the cauldron wall.
But it only took a few moments for the scattered streams of light to collide with each other, suddenly converge, and turn into a curtain of light that engulfed him.
boom!
It seemed like a raging fire was burning inside him, and unimaginable severe pain instantly filled Yang Yu's body and mind, even reaching his soul.
In just a moment, his face was distorted and his eyes were red!
"ah!"
Yang Yu groaned in extreme pain.
His fingers clenched tightly, but he still couldn't suppress the bone-burning pain!
[Should the refining be interrupted?]
Amid the severe pain, new words appeared on the cauldron wall.
Interrupt?
Yang Yu felt in a trance.
Scenes in Black Mountain City flashed through his mind.
The hesitation and despair when I first came to this world, the anxiety and caution after being adopted, the disgust and disgust after becoming familiar with it...
At the end, Wang Wu is missing half of his body, and Wei He cuts off the back with a knife.
And the indifferent and violent Liu Wenpeng with his bow and arrow on the eaves...
Interruption?!
"I'll stop your mother!"
Yang Yu roared in a low voice, like a dying beast, hitting the cauldron wall crazily.
Resisting this indescribable soul pain with the most violent attitude.
I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Yu was already in pain and his consciousness was blurred.
A bloody battlefield with weapons and iron horses, and flags everywhere, was pulled in front of him at extremely fast speeds, and a magnificent epic picture unfolded in front of him.
His eyes seemed to have traveled through time and space, and all the scenes became clearer and clearer.
The setting sun, scorched earth, severed limbs, hideous pools of blood...
Yang Yu, who had just escaped from the severe pain, lay sprawled on the ground.
An extremely strange thought came to my mind in my trance.
‘Can I enter this battlefield?!’
Whoosh!
Almost at the same time as his thoughts were turning, he felt an endless bright light explode in front of his eyes.
The scene like a stormy sea instantly overwhelmed his mind.
…
His soul flew into the sky, and he was in a trance, not knowing where he was.
I don't know how long it took before Yang Prison sensed the existence of the outside world. He didn't open his eyes in a hurry, but sensed the Cauldron of Gluttony.
The Cauldron of Gluttony, which had eaten countless kilograms of iron beads, turned into pure green, and then turned into pitch black like ink.
As if sensing his will, various words appeared on the Cauldron of Gluttony:
[Scene: Liujishan battlefield]
[Identity: Soldier of Dali Pioneer Battalion (identity can be changed, requires consuming one ingredient)]
[Only those with flat ribs and ribs can drive away the strength of nine oxen and two tigers]
【Remaining ingredients (10/11)】
There are only a few pieces of information, it seems like there is everything, and it seems like there is nothing.
Yang Yu understood it naturally.
He has not traveled through time and space, and he is still in the process of refining the recipe "Nine Ox and Two Tiger" at this moment.
It's just that this refining method is a bit weird.
He was actually sent to this classic battle that has been spread all over the world, and his goal is to find the 'blade-ribbed and ribbed man' in this battlefield.
And he has only eleven chances.
Once the opportunity is exhausted, he will completely lose the opportunity to understand the "Nine Bulls and Two Tigers".
"Is this really Liujishan?"
Yang Prison murmured in his heart.
He has read books, especially books that tend to focus on the history of the Ming Dynasty, which are the focus of his borrowing.
In fact, even ordinary people know something about the battle at Liujishan.
For example, the most powerful general in the world, Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu!
According to rumors, this Prince Zhao, holding a phoenix-winged gold-plated ingot, fought in Liuji Mountain, thousands of miles away, and beheaded Da Li, who had over a hundred generals in the Heavenly Wolf Court.
What's even more exaggerated is that some people say that he single-handedly killed more than 1.2 million troops from both sides!
"It is recorded in the book that before this battle, King Zhao of the Western Prefecture was just an unpopular prince, and he only had an ordinary cavalry gifted by his mother clan.
And after this battle, he is already the pillar of the country and the marshal of the world's soldiers..."
"According to legend, King Zhao of Xifu is the 'Man with ribs and tendons'. Could it be that I..."
With a thump in his heart, Yang Yu opened his eyes.
The mountains in the distance are undulating, and the flags nearby are like forests.
The setting sun was like fire, and tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of troops gathered on the huge plain.
In front of him is a large flag with a red sun on a yellow background held by a tall and strong man, and beside him are densely packed armored soldiers stretching as far as the eye can see.
Elite!
With just one glance, Yang Yu's eyes felt stinging.
Whether it was the strong men in front or the many soldiers beside them, they were as silent and cold as stone, with a cold and murderous air.
Obviously, they were all elites who came out of the mountains of corpses and blood, and many of them even brought him great oppression.
At this moment, the faces of these elite soldiers all had a look of uncontrollable panic, even fear.
Following their line of sight, Yang Yu looked intently.
Before setting aside the camp that was unknown for miles and dozens of miles, under the shadow of the mountains, a tall flag came into view.
A cavalry force of less than 10,000 people moved with the flag. Although there were thousands of people and thousands of horses, they were as uniform as one person walking without any noise.
"The Dragon Banner of the Ming Dynasty, this is the Black Armored Elite Cavalry of King Zhang Xuanba of Zhao in the West!"
Yang Yu took a deep breath and his scalp felt numb.
There were nine states and twenty-seven states in the Ming Dynasty. Each state had garrisons and every state had soldiers.
There are only nine armies that can be called the strongest armies in the world, and the world-famous Qingzhou soldiers are one of them.
The Qingzhou soldiers were extremely famous, but compared to the elite cavalry in front of them, they pale in comparison.
Xuanjia Jingqi.
The first rider of the Ming Dynasty, the coach, Zhang Xuanba!
In the battle of Liuji Mountain, this originally mediocre cavalry became a god in the battle with its coach Zhang Xuanba, and it is still one of the best in the world.
Its name is even greater than that of the ‘Sirius Cavalry’ of the Heavenly Wolf Court and the ‘Red Blood Dragon Rider’ of the Dali Dynasty.
In the Ming Dynasty, he was even called the leader of all armies.
Seeing the fear and trembling of the veterans around him, Yang Yu knew very well that at this time, Zhang Xuanba had already emerged.
Even if the cavalry under his command are not the elite cavalry with black armor after many bloody battles, they are probably not far behind.
"Do you want me to kill King Zhao of Xifu?"
Yang Yu was stunned by the thoughts in his mind and shook his head quickly:
"Are you kidding..."
During the battle at Liuji Mountain, I don’t know how many martial arts masters gathered here, but I didn’t hear that any of them could threaten King Zhao of Xifu.
Not to mention him at this time.
Woohoo~
The low sound of the horn resounded from the central army, and then the sound of the horn sounded one after another.
There was no communication. Almost at the same time that the Great Ming Dynasty Dragon Flag was lit up in the shadow, orders were issued from the Great Li Army.
Army attack!
At the same time that this idea appeared in Yang Yu's mind, he was already surrounded by countless soldiers holding swords like him.
They rushed towards the terrifying cavalry at the foot of Liuji Mountain.
"kill!"
How loud is the chorus of thousands or even 100,000 people shouting?
At this moment, Yang Yu could no longer hear any sound in his ears, just as he could not see anything beyond three feet in front of him.
The extremely strong evil spirit made Yang Yu's mind go blank.
In such a terrifying battlefield, does personal martial arts really have any effect?
When he came back to his senses, he saw the overwhelming rain of arrows passing over his head, like a covering of dark clouds, pressing down on the black armored knight who was trembling as he stepped on the ground!
boom!
An incredible scene happened.
Blood energy that was burning like fire instantly burst out from thousands of fine knights, rolling like a tide and dispersing the overwhelming rain of arrows.
The next moment, the black armored knight, who was as fast as fire, had already separated from the vanguard spear camp.
Close combat!
boom!
Swords clashed, blood sprayed, men and horses roared, howls and roars...
It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was completely boiling.
"kill!"
At this scene, Yang Yu felt that the long-suppressed anger in his heart was completely ignited.
Then,
He saw a mysterious knight riding a horse. It was as fast as the wind and as fierce as fire. It did not dodge in the face of countless swords and bumped into it with a large fine iron spear!
Boom!
Monsters, including humans and horses, both wearing black armor, rushed towards them. At this moment, dozens of soldiers were thrown into the air after being hit.
The spears, tripping ropes, and heavy shields that blocked the horses along the way were all knocked into pieces and scattered in all directions!
"not good!"
Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously stepped on Zhufeng Steps to avoid, but he forgot that there were countless charging soldiers behind him.
Not only was he unable to retreat, he was almost stabbed by a sword from behind.
boom!
Unable to retreat, the Black Armor Jingqi was unable to escape.
Yang Yu could only roar and step forward, his inner energy rising, his blood brimming, he drew his sword and set off the half-moon cold light, slashing at the knight who was rushing towards him.
Sword skills, beheading!
With this sword technique that almost reached the tenth level, Yang Yu was able to go all the way and even surpassed the level to kill Shi Kai, who had condensed his blood energy to the level of an ox.
He even forced the Taoist priest from Iron Sword Sect to take a step back.
However, the next moment, the invincible sword lost its meaning at this time.
The knight who immediately wore a mask and couldn't see his face didn't seem to notice it at all. He just swung his big gun casually and fired the sword light along with Yang Yu.
Smashed into the ground!
…
Whoosh!
In the dark Cauldron of Gluttony, Yang Yu trembled and subconsciously touched his right arm.
"Is this the world-famous Black Armor Jingqi..."
Yang Prison felt a little sour in his teeth.
With just one shot, he felt as if he had been smashed into the ground by a mountain, with no room to fight back.
A random Xuanjia Jingqi is already so powerful, how powerful must that peerless warrior Zhang Xuanba be?
It took a long time before Yang Yu, who was shocked, came back to his senses.
Many ingredients still surrounded him, but the broken knife among them had dimmed.
[The refining recipe is one of the best among the best...]
[Current progress: None (the breath of the god has not been captured yet)]
[10 remaining chances]
"There is no progress... That divine aura must fight against Zhang Xuanba?"
Feeling the memory in his mind, Yang Yu's face looked a little ugly.
Fighting against King Zhao of Xifu?
With his current strength, on a battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people, let alone fighting, there is no chance of getting close.
"Perhaps it depends on 'identity'."
Yang Prison murmured in his heart.
His identity in the "Liuji Mountain Battlefield" can be changed, but it is an uncontrollable random change.
If you're lucky, that's all. If you're not lucky, maybe all eleven ingredients will be consumed and you won't have a chance to approach King Zhao of Xifu.
After standing stunned for a long time, Yang Yu gritted his teeth and stepped into the flickering light curtain in front of him.