God of Life and Death

"Why, Ye Wannian could kill me! Why, he was obviously not a strict ruler, but he beheaded himself in a weapon fight! Why, his subordinates did not resist the Liu family Respect, dereliction of duty, self-sacrifice, but in the end he wants to transfer the anger in his heart to my head?"

Thinking of this, Fang Yue's anger suddenly prevailed!

"It's not because my cultivation level is too low! So he didn't put me in the eyes at all! If I were a military commander, he must pay attention to it! If I surpass the military commander, the entire Apocalypse army will treat me as a guest, Hold it in the palm of your hand!"

Fang Yue found the root of everything!

This world... after all, is respected by strength!

"I want to improve my strength. Actually, there are two ways to go! One is to practice step by step, to improve one's cultivation level a little bit, three power levels! The other is to practice an attacking combat technique and golden bell. Complementary, both offensive and defensive.

The first way, either requires a lot of time to hone, or a lot of wealth and resources are needed to pile up the cultivation base!

The second way is convenient and simple. In Old Turtle’s book, there is nothing else. There are a lot of high-end combat skills!

If you want to improve your strength in the shortest time, the fastest way is to walk the two roads together!

Ye Wannian, you old bastard, when your brother is great, he will beat you into a grandson! "

Fang Yue clarified his thoughts and began to work hard.

For martial arts, he chose a sword art.

"A Thousand Waves"

The name of this sword tactic is very ordinary, but the power of the later stage is so terrifying.

The knives are like waves, layer by layer.

A layer of knife light is the 70% power of Quansheng's shot!

The second-layer knife light is the 14% power that Quansheng shots!

Stacked one by one, if you reach the thousand-layer knife light, behave, it can be 700 times the power.

Even an ordinary warrior can chop a strong man who surpasses a warrior into meat with a wave of hands.

Of course, "A Thousand Waves" has extremely strict physical requirements.

Because each additional layer of knife light increases the load on the flesh by one point.

Ordinary people, let alone superimposing a thousand layers of knife light, three layers will wave their arms off!

However, Fang Yue has a breath of life, and his physical body is continuously strengthened. There is no worry in this regard!

The only need is to observe the waves.

The creator of "A Thousand Waves" realized such combat skills from the waves.

If you want to understand, it is easiest to observe the waves!

There are only two ways to obtain the resources needed to upgrade the cultivation base.

One is to spend money to buy, and the other is to exchange military merit!

Sleepless late at night.

A diligent figure worked silently in his thatched hut until dawn!

the next day.

The military service of the Apocalypse Legion.

On a square wall ten feet long and three feet high.

The rewards for military merits are listed!

The text on the military wall is processed by special means. Each text is only the size of a human head. The scrolling broadcast of each military merit task guarantees the maximum amount of information.

"Damn, there are led lights in another world?"

After Fang Yue saw the military merit wall, he couldn't help being shocked by the civilization of this world.

Different civilizations have reached the same goal by different routes and have achieved the same effect in some places.

The appearance of this military merit wall is exactly the same as the scrolling captions of LEDs on the earth.

It was just the faint breath of mana pervading above that told Fang Yue that this was a product of fantasy civilization.

"Kill a barbarian soldier, you can get ten points of military merit."

"Killing the barbarian ten captain will get fifty points of military merit."

"Killing the Barbarian Centurion will get 200 points of military merit."

"A reward is offered for a martial artist-class Purple Light Rat's heart to reward one hundred points of military merit."

"..."

Fang Yue looked down one by one, and he was in a good mood as if he was splashed with cold water.

The look full of anticipation turned into a bit of despair.

Ye Wannian, me. Hi you uncle!

Fang Yue finally understood why Ye Wannian had to transfer him to the cooking room.

Although the work in the kitchen is safe and leisurely, there is no possibility of contacting the frontline at all.

The vast majority of military exploits were set up for soldiers on the front line. Encourage them to bravely kill the enemy and fight in blood.

It's almost impossible to get military merits like work in the kitchen.

In the army, people who have real ideals and aspirations join the army for military merit.

In the army, that small salary means that you can mix with a barely registered account.

This Ye Wannian had a bad intention, and deliberately let himself be hidden and buried in the snow!

Fang Yue's teeth creaked.

Ye Wannian, you old bastard, do you really think you can't redeem your military merit if you don't let Xiaoye go to the front?

A strategy gradually formed in Fang Yue's heart...

"Second son, it seems a bit bad for us to do this!"

The night is black and the wind is high, in a quiet grove.

Shao Gang looked at Fang Yue, who was walking slowly, and his face was dark.

"What's wrong. Don't you always want to come to the front line? Why, are you really afraid when you get to the front line?"

Fang Yue turned his head, his face full of contempt.

Following Fang Yue's reprimand, the heart in Shao Gang's chest banged like a drum.

"Master, I didn't mean that. I mean, if we are going to sneak attack on the barbarian camp, at least we need a map or something! If this happens, we will get lost."

Shao Gang timidly suggested.

Before, Fang Yue's various crazy actions had completely shocked him.

Shao Gang nowadays is more like a docile little cat. Fang Yue's decision can't afford any resistance.

"Map? Meow, why didn't you talk about such an important thing earlier? My God, where is this? Why are there woods on all sides! We seem...have lost our way!"

Fang Yue looked around blankly.

Shao Gang is full of black lines on his forehead.

If you go out to steal the camp, you don't even bring a map, how unreliable your own master is!

Shao Gang covered his face, and the other three generals looked at each other.

In the evening, these two young men happily went to the place where they lived and persuaded them to steal the camp together in the evening, to kill the heads of several barbarians, bring them back, exchange their military merits, shine the Fang family, proud!

The four family members were all very happy after listening. I feel that this young master has finally opened up.

So they happily followed Fang Yue to the barbarian stealing camp.

As a result, I walked most of the night, but I didn't even see a hair on the barbarian camp.

Instead, they are all... lost!

"You are all veterans on the battlefield. Can anyone find a way?"

Fang Yue looked at the four generals, full of expectations.

War or something.

Fang Yue's impression is always that he stayed at the stage of the game played on earth.

Bring a map? What the **** is that?

He remembered the three-nation real-time war game at a glance, and he could walk the whole course with his eyes closed.

As for the slightly larger 10,000-person national war, everyone has automatic wayfinding, OK?

The four generals looked at each other, but in the end no one came up with an idea.

"Let's take one step at a time!"

In the end, Fang Yue came up with a plan.

Anyway, the earth is round, so it's a big deal to take a few steps and walk back.

The four generals are full of black lines, and they are really fed up with this unreliable second son!

簌簌.

There was a slight sway of leaves.

Several people suddenly became vigilant.

With a swish, a little silver cold light shot from among the vines.

Ding.

Fang Yue propped up the golden bell and blocked it in front.

The silver cold light turned into a sharp arrow, and the arrow was all forged with cold iron.

The arrow was blocked by the golden bell, the remaining energy was dissipated, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

There are also slight ripples and waves on the surface of the golden bell!

"A lot of strength!"

Fang Yue showed a surprised expression. When he was still in the realm of a high-level apprentice, his golden bell could block a warrior-level attack.

Now that he has been promoted to an intermediate martial artist, the defense of the golden bell has also been greatly improved, but the arrow can still make waves and ripples in his golden bell. The strength of this arrow is no small thing, at least it can match the full blow of an advanced warrior.

"Shusha!"

The person who used the cold arrow saw that his arrow was so easily blocked by others, and without a word, he ran away.

"It's a big fish, chase it for me!" Fang Yue howled and waved the sword in his hand, bearing the brunt of it, and chased him.

"Second Young Master, slow down!"

Shao Gang and others followed closely, for fear that Fang Yue would impulse and give birth to a new moth!

Don't chase the poor, this is the eternal truth on the battlefield.

The other party is not clear about the details or the origins of it. Such a chase is really unwise in the eyes of the four generals.

"Don't run! I'm here!"

Fang Yue chased very excitedly, and he rang the peekaboo game he played when he was a child.

The more Fang Yue shouted, the faster the opponent ran.

This is a life-and-death race, and the person can't help but run with all his strength.

"Fuck, really fast, is this a sprint? How come it disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

Fang Yue chased him halfway, and really lost him!

"Second son, wait for us."

Shao Gang and others hurried to catch up before they followed.

The second son's strength is getting more and more unfathomable. It is obviously the strength of the martial artist in the middle stage, but Shao Gang and the others discovered that they are a bit slower than Fang Yue.

"What should I do if the chasing is lost?" Fang Yue said helplessly, "I thought I could grab a live map, but I didn't expect it to fail!"

"Don't panic, son, I have a way to track it. This is a thousand-mile rat I raised. What I do best is tracking and treasure hunting."

Different occupations have different skills.

On weekdays, Wang Han, who had always been silent, stood up at this time.

There was a little white mouse in his hand. This little mouse is only the size of a baby's fist, and the whole body is covered with white hair, without any variegation.

There are three beards on each side of its mouth, shaking and trembling, as if it is constantly searching for something.

"That direction!"

Soon, Qianlishu found the direction for the sneak attacker to flee.

"Okay!" Fang Yue waved the big knife in his hand and quickly pursued.

Sure enough, less than ten minutes.

A patrol team appeared before their eyes.

This patrol team had a total of twelve people, each of them burly and tall, with animal skins wrapped around their waists, and faces as dark as iron.

"Is this a barbarian?" Fang Yue was nestled in the woods and did not rush out recklessly.

He was carefully observing this special ethnic group that has always troubled the development of Yan.

The Barbarian is a big clan in Western Xinjiang, the population of which is not weaker than that of the human race, and the strong ones are constantly emerging.

According to legend, the blood of the ancient barbaric gods circulated in their bodies, and they were cruel by nature. They often make chaos on the frontiers of the human race, robber food and take people away.

The hatred between the human race and the barbarians has a long history, and can even be traced back to the time of the ancient war of the gods.

The physique of the barbarians is tyrannical, and the flesh is majestic. Human race is hard to match with innate physique.

But the human race is smart and understands the rules faster.

Both races have their own advantages and disadvantages, and they are always in a state of balance.

These twelve patrolling soldiers, except for the one at the head, are all at the level of junior apprentices. However, they are full of vitality, strong bodies, and fight alone. Intermediate human apprentices may not be opponents!