If the attack is in a small area, the dark magma is obviously better than Yu Qianjian.

However, the range of dark magma is not large. It can only achieve a dense attack of 30 meters in circle. If the range exceeds 30 meters, it means that the attack density is reduced.

Yu Qianjian is much better in scope, but it is much weaker in control than dark magma.

The dark magma is produced by the blood of the Chen Wang's Wrath King, just like Chen Zhu's hands and feet.

But Yu Qianjian is more like a craft and needs to be refined.

And now Yu Qianjian can't compare with dark magma.

At least Chen Ye couldn't do whatever he wanted.

What Chen Kun wants to practice now is to divert Qianjian into two sword tides.

Although the practice of Yu Qianjian is very difficult and tedious.

However, Chen Qiang can feel that the functionality of Yu Qianjian is even more than his other abilities and spells.

However, diverting Qianjian into two sword tides seems to be easier than expected.

Chen Yan practiced it hundreds of times, and he did it, and it was relatively easy to control.

Chen Kun began to diverge into four sword tides, which is much more difficult than two sword tides.

The difficulty has suddenly increased more than ten times, let alone Chen Ye's control of the four sword tides, or even out of the four sword tides.

The difficulty is very large, which may be related to human habits.

People are accustomed to the use of arms, so Chen Yan seemed easy to complete while practicing to diverge the two sword tides.

However, the four sword tide, Chen Huan could not catch that point.

However, Chen Yan still uses the old method, which is the dumbest method.

That is the tireless practice, the correction, the trial and error.

Humans have muscle memory as well as magic memory.

There is no such thing as never learning.

As long as the number of exercises is within the range of ability, you can always learn.

Chen Kun practiced nearly 10,000 times, and now he can barely diverge into four sword tides, but he cannot attack yet.

Chen Kun came out of the river map, at this time it was already dead at night, and Fali was already sleeping.

Chen Huan sat in the middle of the mirror lake to meditate.

This time is the most active time for the three-headed dog and Xiaojiu.

However, Xiao Jiu's head is very huge now.

Its growth is completely unrestricted. The total length of the body is more than 30 meters. Each snake head has an 80 cm diameter. The waistline of the main body even exceeds 2 meters in diameter.

Its appetite is even greater, and it takes nine cows to eat each time.

However, after each meal, it will not eat or drink for several days.

In terms of diet, it is similar to ordinary snakes. They eat a lot of food at one time, and then take time to digest.

After each digestion, it will grow a lot bigger.

Fortunately, Xiao Jiu doesn't picky eaters, so he doesn't want expensive beef.

In order to serve Xiao Jiu's food, Chen Yan raised hundreds of cows on the plain not far from Mirror Lake.

Of course, they are all stocked and no one takes care of them.

However, it is estimated that these hundreds of cows will only be consumed by Xiaojiu within two months.

Chen Min considered that he would raise some cattle.

According to Xiao Jiu's growth rate, Chen Ye has no doubt that Xiao Jiu's appetite will triple in one year.

...

"Be prepared, there will be a terrible snowstorm tonight." Mansari looked at the whistling snowstorm, his eyes a little worried.

Mansari looked at Li Mu and Vistana, both of whom were a little upset.

They both felt the situation seemed a little bad.

I don't know if it was the warning of the old werewolf man.

Not just the two of them, all the soldiers have a feeling of the current enemy.

"Will the two of you use machine guns?" Mansari asked.

"Just pull the trigger?" Asked Vistana.

"Forget it." Mansari shook his head.

Using a gun is more than just pulling the trigger.

If you think you only need to pull the trigger, it will only hurt yourself and your companions.

Just then, a soldier ran in.

"Report sir, there are a dozen more people outside."

"A dozen more people? Are those companions who are miscellaneous .. kind?"

"They didn't say who they were, but they said they would help us fight against those ... werewolves."

Mansari frowned, striding outside.

When he went outside, he saw a dozen men and women.

This alarmed him, because werewolves looked almost the same as ordinary people before they changed.

So he had to wonder if these werewolves.

"Who are you?"

In this group of people, an elderly man stood up. This old man was holding a wooden crutch in his hand, and his beard was almost reaching the abdomen.

"We are the enemies of the Bellovs," said the old man.

"Why do I believe you?" Mansari watched these people vigilantly: "How do I know that you aren't all that kind of..

"We don't need to prove anything, you just need to see what we will do," said the old man.

"So what will you do?"

The old man crutched gently on the snow, and the surrounding snow suddenly rolled up.

All the soldiers, as well as Mansari, were vigilant, watching the strange situation before them.

Immediately afterwards, an ice wall began to rise under the ground. The ice wall slowly rose, and the ice wall was covered with spikes.

Everyone was stunned and stunned.

"What's going on !?" Mansari couldn't help but become dignified. "How did you do that?"

"Since you've met a werewolf, is it surprising to see magic again today?" The old man looked at Mansari.

Mansari looked at the same electric light, examining a dozen people behind the old man.

"They are all the same as you?"

"Yes, we have been hostile to the Bellovs for generations, and the significance of our existence is to eradicate them."

Without knowing why, he always felt that these people were not as lofty as they said.

They bring their own purpose!

"Can your magic stop the snowstorm?" Mansari asked.

For the soldiers at the base, the biggest enemy was not the werewolves, but the blizzard.

The blizzard affected them too much.

And every time a werewolf launches an attack during a snowstorm.

"No, we don't have enough power to stop the snowstorm."

"You can stay, but you can't enter the base then."

"Are you going to let us blow the cold wind all day?" The old man looked at Mansari.

"Aren't you able to use magic to build those ice walls, you can build an ice castle yourself, and ... you don't have the cold."

"Oh ... well, we really don't care about the cold." The old man smiled.