Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

"Peerless Eagle Claw!"

Ning Wushuang's hands were shaped like eagle claws, tearing open the air and grabbing Long Wudi's skull!

"Hey, a palm technique falling from the sky?"

Long Wudi raised his head and smiled, gathered his energy and concentration, raised his hand and punched.

boom!

The fists and claws collided, and Ning Wushuang's smile instantly froze on his face.

The bones in both his arms were broken, and he was punched hundreds of meters away!

"Is this the number one master in Ningcheng?"

Long Wudi shook his head slightly disappointedly, covered his abdomen with both hands, and rushed out like lightning, disappearing out of the wilderness in an instant.

So fast...

Ning Wushuang's face was ashen. It turned out that Long Wudi was waiting for him on purpose just now, just to test his strength!

"Chase, don't let him run away!" Ning Wushuang shouted sharply.

Dozens of cavalry troops rushed out from Ningcheng and chased in the direction where Long Wudi escaped.

Ning Wushuang quickly returned to Ningcheng, not daring to pursue him further.

The power of Long Wudi's punch made Ning Wushuang very afraid.

In the Ningcheng City Lord's Mansion, two people were sitting at the tea table enjoying tea leisurely.

One of them was wearing a gray-black brocade python robe, with a pure white patterned brocade belt around his waist, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dignified appearance.

This person is none other than the Lord of Ning City—Ning Wuji.

Sitting opposite Ning Wuji was a middle-aged man with completely white pupils, neither happy nor sad.

Ning Wushuang came to Ning Wuji, knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and said: "Lord City Lord, this subordinate deserves to die, let the intruder run away."

Ning Wuji took a leisurely sip of tea and waved his hand nonchalantly: "The secret realm has just been opened. The intruders who can come out at this time are extremely powerful. It's normal that you can't keep him."

The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully: "Are you Ningcheng's number one God of War? This strength really disappoints me."

When Ning Wushuang heard this, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to refute.

He knew the identity of this half-blind middle-aged man, and he was not someone he could afford to offend.

"Lord Tianyuan is joking, Ningcheng is just a small border town, how can there be any God of War?" Ning Wuji spoke in time to help Ning Wushuang ease the embarrassment, "Sir Tianyuan, you came all the way from the capital, if you don't take action faster, , the intruder may be about to escape."

Tian Yuan looked calm, looked at Ning Wuji with his pure white pupils, and said, "Don't worry, there is another intruder in the southwest. After they meet up, I will naturally catch them all."

After saying that, Tianyuan closed his eyes, sipped the tea silently, and stopped talking.

…………

Almost at the same time, the indigenous people from all over the world on No. 0 began to encircle and suppress the chosen ones.

It was like they had agreed upon it.

In the [Chat Channel], a large number of messages popped up like crazy.

Amos: "Near the Haina City of the Silver Moon Empire, there are natives who are chasing the Chosen Ones. The Chosen Ones who teleport to this area should be careful."

Fan Qing: "Oh no, I was targeted by a strong man just now and almost died."

Xuancheng: "These natives know us very well. This is a premeditated siege against our chosen ones!"

Yale: "Attention! There are natives above level 40 in World 0!! I may be dying, goodbye, everyone."

Walter: "Yale? Hey, Yale, you must come back alive!"

The [Chat Channel] is a mess.

Those chosen ones who came out of the fog were plunged into crisis one after another, unable to protect themselves.

The Chosen Ones inside the mist are nervously watching the development of the situation and praying for the Chosen Ones outside the mist.

Long Wudi: "Friends inside the fog, don't come out for now. Friends outside the fog, find a place to hide by yourself, and then find a way to reunite after the storm has passed."

Long Wudi: "Are there any Chosen Ones in the Falling Sun Empire? Send me the coordinates, and I will find a way to join you first."

Long Wudi: "By the way, Brother Feng, where are you now? I'll go find you. @南风"

But Nanfeng didn't answer.

Nanfeng was in a very dangerous situation at this time, and there was no time for water groups at all.

【】

There was a cavalry force of more than a thousand men charging towards him, and above their heads, there were several super strong men suspended in the air, staring at the south wind.

Surrounded...

Nanfeng exhaled and put on the [Dragon Roar Suit] within 1 second.

The radiant and elegant armor made Yang Jian and others behind him look greedy.

Wouldn’t that man love such a gorgeous armor?

She is simply more attractive than the young lady in Yingchun Building.

"Still watching? If you watch again, I'll dig out your eyes."

Nanfeng grasped the [Netherworld Thorn] tightly and turned around to kill Yang Jian and others!

Compared with the cavalry army in front and the strong men in the sky, Yang Jian and others behind him are more likely to become a breakthrough!

"Hmph, looking for death!"

When Yang Jian saw Nanfeng coming towards him, his face was filled with joy. He raised the saber in his hand high and looked at Nanfeng's head.

Nanfeng leaned over and made a sliding shovel, and the [Netherworld Thorn] pierced Yang Jian's thigh hard.

Yang Jian's face instantly twisted, like Zeng Xiaoxian after eating a mustard burger.

[Netherworld Thorn] The pain that penetrates deep into the soul is not something he can bear at this age.

"team leader!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

When the other Yangcheng soldiers saw that Yang Jian was injured, they immediately yelled and rushed towards Nanfeng to chop at him.

boom!

The grenade in Nanfeng's left hand exploded with a bang, and a thick smoke rose on the battlefield in an instant. More than a dozen soldiers were blown to pieces and died.

But there were still three people alive, one of whom was Yang Jian.

He was closest to Nanfeng and suffered the most damage, but Yang Jian managed to withstand it.

"Awesome, what level are you?" Nanfeng gave Yang Jian a thumbs up, and then stabbed him in the abdomen.

-22.1%!

Yang Jian's face turned pale, and the severe pain made his brain go into a shutdown state.

He had no chance to answer Nanfeng's question, because Nanfeng's next knife sent him to the west.

"Captain! You killed our captain!"

"Ahhh, I'll fight you!"

The two people who were still alive were furious, their eyes were full of bloodshot, and they wanted to fight Nanfeng to the death.

Nanfeng deliberately stretched out his arms to withstand two knives.

-2.6%!

-1.8%!

After two knives, 4.4% of Nanfeng's health was knocked off, and the damage could only be said to be average.

After testing the damage, Nanfeng's goal had been achieved. He cut off the neck of a warrior with a backhand.

The remaining warrior was still screaming and rushing to fight, but Nanfeng was faster than him and had already placed the [Nether Thorn] on the opponent's neck in advance.

The shadow of death spread all over his body. The warrior finally calmed down and looked at Nanfeng with horror.

"Don't be afraid, buddy." Nanfeng showed a warm smile, "Tell me what level you are, and I will spare your life."

"I, I..." The warrior swallowed his saliva and said with a slightly trembling voice, "I just reached level 30..."

Swish.

Nanfeng cut off the warrior's neck with a knife, and then ran wildly towards Yangcheng.

The warrior fell to the ground with a bang, and died with his eyes open.

The few people suspended in the air watched Nanfeng kill everyone calmly.

One of the scarred men said in a deep voice: "This intruder is estimated to be around level 33, and can be taken down."

An old woman with white hair chuckled and said: "You overestimate him, he should have just reached level 30. But with the blessing of his life-long magic weapon, his strength is stronger than that of ordinary people."

A handsome scholar nodded in agreement: "Mrs. Lin's judgment is similar to mine. Let's do it. He has no means of long-range attack and is not a threat to us."

Several people looked at each other, nodded, and flew over Yangcheng.

In Yangcheng, Nanfeng found a horn to hide and was adjusting the [RPG rocket launcher] in front of him.

His [tactical headset] has transmitted the conversation of several people in the air to Nanfeng's ears.

"Haha, I don't have the means of long-range attack?"

"I will let you know what cruelty is right away!"