Chapter 64

It was only a little slow, and the sword hit kukas at the waist. The cold blade just touched kukas' skin, and kukas's big hand patted it.

Pop! Suddenly, the sword fell to the ground, but the fighting spirit attached to the sword went along with kukas's skin and went into his body. The gentle fighting spirit in each other's hands fell into kukas and seemed extremely violent. Fortunately, the black sand fighting spirit of his own cultivation was very violent, so he didn't pay attention to the pricking pain and discomfort at all.

"Dead." kukas roared again. Seeing that the other party had lost his weapons, he was even more unscrupulous when he used his means. The palms the size of two Pu fans flew up and down, left or right, front or back, enveloping the man. Although the man lost his weapon, his fighting skills were not weak at all. His hands gathered fighting spirit, and he was on a par with kukas.

After the two fought for more than ten breaths, kukas was unable to support. Continuously use fighting spirit to urge black sand palm to make his fighting space turbulent. The middle-aged man was even more unbearable. He had never fought with an opponent like kukas. For a time, he felt that the fighting space was turbulent, but now he insisted on biting his teeth.

In the past, he fought with people, and the two sides rarely used morale attacks continuously for a long time. After all, they are only first-class professionals. Even if there is more morale stored in their bodies, they can't bear the morale space. Now they fight with people like kukas and only beat him secretly.

The big hand with black sand in the palm collided with the man's palm again. The man couldn't bear it. He resisted the vibration of the fighting space, immediately dispersed his fighting spirit, turned and walked away, trying to escape the tavern.

And kukas would not let him go at all. The guy screamed and ran after him. "Don't go, boy."

"I'm a fool if I don't go." the man hated kukas and his men for causing him trouble. "If you escape this time and recruit members later, you must recruit those with insight."

Unfortunately, his idea can only be one idea forever, because as soon as he turned and left, the mobs around him united to push him back with tables, chairs and benches, just in front of kukas who caught up with him.

"Dead!" kukas roared, swung his hands round and slapped him on the head. Just like this, the black sand fell on the man's head and instantly patted his unprotected head into meat sauce.

"Roar!" kukas raised his hand, filled with blood, roared loudly, and the mobs around him cheered. "I'll treat you tonight, and I'll take care of all the food and drink." perhaps because he was about to leave here, kukas looked a little abnormal. He leaned over and picked up the body. After a few more falls on the ground, he carelessly returned to his position.

Someone had stripped him of the bodies of several mercenaries, and the booty was stacked on his desk. Of course, those people all know that kukas generally doesn't want these booty.

This time was no exception. Kukas just picked up the man's two hand saber, played in his hand, threw it on the ground and signaled the mobs to divide it equally.

"Old man, have I finished my weapon?" kukas gently knocked on the door of the blacksmith's shop. Although he used very little force, the door still trembled a few times, as if he would be knocked down at any time.

"It's done. Wait a minute, I haven't got up yet!" the blacksmith's rude voice came from the room. Soon the door opened, but it was not the strong blacksmith who greeted kukas, but a woman with hair and hair.

The woman lowered her head, quickly drilled through kukas's ribs, and then ran away. After turning a corner, she could no longer see her trace.

"Damn old thing, where did you hook up? Why don't you introduce it to me?" kukas walked carelessly into the blacksmith's house. As soon as I entered the door, there was a large room. In the center was a huge stove that never stopped. On the side were all kinds of props and materials needed by the blacksmith.

"A foreign businessman's woman, the foreign businessman will leave in a few days. What will I enjoy after I introduce it to you?" the blacksmith came out in a corner. He dragged a thick chain of the baby's arm in his hand. The thick chain fell to the ground, making a quaking sound with the blacksmith's walking.

The blacksmith is not old and looks very young. He is about the same as the old kukas. His body is 2.23 meters. It seems that he was left when he fought with people in the past. Strong muscles beat with his movements, which attracted the attention of those women.

"Here are your things. A hundred gold coins," he said, throwing the chain in his hand to kukas. "This chain is made of wrought iron. As long as you quench it with fighting Qi for a long time, it's not as powerful as those magic weapons, but it won't be too far apart."

Then the strong blacksmith came out from the corner with a bundle of iron spears. These iron spears were two meters long, and their shape was similar to the javelin often used in the armies of various countries.

In addition to these javelins, there are two huge wrought iron gloves, which are carved with patterns, which are perfect enough to bite together with the patterns on javelins or other weapons.

Finally, there are some other small objects, such as a cubit long triangular shuttle, a huge shield with a height of more than one person, and a leather bag for storing the shuttle and javelin.

Kukas followed the chain and went to the corner. There was a weapon he asked the blacksmith to make for him, a heavy weapon different from his thirty-six pound ox horn Tomahawk. After all, kukas's weapon talent is heavy weapon mastery.