Outside Qianyu City Pier, several huge wooden rafts floated on the water.
Several seven or eight meter tall stone giants shouted loudly and paddled rafts towards the entrance of the Yin River in the middle of the lake.
A few days ago, in order to kill the dragon, all ten adult stone giants in the tribe of stone giants raised by Wu Dao were killed. These little giants, who are still a little short of adulthood, but have considerable combat power, are naturally recruited by Fog Knife.
They were extremely powerful. Every time they paddled the special wood pulp, the raft slid forward a large distance.
Soon they came to the entrance to the Yin River. Several fogblade executives wearing cloaks shouted in a low voice, and at the same time untied a small net made of three-foot-square metal wire from their wrists.
After chanting a few spells in a low voice, several senior members of the Fog Knife bit their tongues at the same time and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the small net.
These small black nets immediately spewed out large black mist, and with a harsh hissing sound, a total of six small nets rose into the sky, turning into large nets hundreds of meters in diameter in one breath, and then spitting out black mist. The smoke and the strong wind rushed into the lake with a roar.
Six small nets overlapped each other, tightly sealing the entrance to the Yin River.
Wisps of black light swam back and forth on the extremely thin and extremely dense black metal wires, and a large fish seven or eight meters long suddenly rushed out of the Yin River and rushed towards the lake with its head bulging.
When the big fish hit the big black net, its body was immediately and silently cut open, and finally it turned into pieces of meat the size of sesame seeds, which were mixed with blood and floated to the surface of the lake.
"Six Yin Demon Killing Network... Hey, hey, this secret realm now truly belongs to me, Wu Dao." A senior Wu Dao executive wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled triumphantly.
"The dust hasn't really settled yet... We have to kill that little brat and that 'human-headed dog' strange thing." Another senior member of the Fog Knife took a deep breath, and then turned into a strong wind to attack Wu Tie and Lao Tie. fly in the direction.
Several senior officials of the Fog Saber laughed one after another, and then either turned into strong winds or turned into black mist and flew away.
Several stone giants sat cross-legged on the wooden rafts, expressionlessly stroking the special throwing axes in their hands. Their mission is to seal the entrance to the Yin River and prevent any outsiders from entering the Yin River below.
Anyone who dares to get close will be killed without mercy!
Traces of khaki breath seeped out from the bottom of the lake, constantly passing through the deep lake water and injecting into the bodies of these stone giants. The breaths of the stone giants were long and thick, their Qi machines were connected as one, thick mist gushes from their pores, and a small earth-yellow mountain peak loomed in front of them.
It is of the same lineage as the magical power used by their elders when slaying the dragon.
This is the 'Wuding Mountain-Opening Technique', a kind of earth-attributed bloodline magical power. As long as they are stone giants with pure enough blood, they will naturally master this powerful magical power and secret technique that can be used both offensively and defensively.
Wu Tie and Lao Tie faced the commander-in-chief of Wu Dao.
Lao Tie didn't say anything, just grinned with his teeth bared.
Behind the Commander-in-Chief of the Mist Blade, senior Mist Blade officers wearing cloaks appeared one after another.
They may not have the title of 'Zhang Ling', but they are definitely masters of the 'Zhang Ling' level, that is, masters of the 'Chonglou Realm'. They are all masters who have mastered magical powers.
In a few breaths, eighteen senior members of the Fog Saber appeared behind the Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Saber.
Not long after, the six senior officials of the Fog Saber who had just gone to seal the entrance to the Yin River on the lake also rushed over. The number of masters behind the Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Saber reached twenty-four.
"Are you going to kill someone and silence them?" Lao Tie didn't say anything, so Wu Tie pulled out his spear, placed it on his waist, and took a step forward.
"The mouth of a dead person is the most reliable." Commander Wu Dao put down his hood, revealing his clear face: "Of course, there is another option. If you worship me as your master..."
"I don't want to." Wu Tie neatly interrupted the words of the Commander Wu Dao: "You... are not a good person, so I don't want to."
The bloody light in Lao Tie's eyes dimmed a bit, and he rolled his eyes towards the sky, making a gesture of rolling his eyes.
"Am I not a good person?" Commander Wu Dao laughed, shook his head and said: "What an innocent and cute baby. These days, there are still people who use 'good people' and 'bad people' to decide their words and deeds... It's really , naive... naive enough to be stupid."
Taking a deep breath, the commander-in-chief of Wu Dao said in a deep voice: "I occupy that secret realm. I can feed the millions of people who rely on Wu Dao and let them live in peace... Am I a bad person?"
Wu Tie was stunned. He was suffocated by the words of the commander of the fog knife, and he could not make a truly effective response.
Lao Tie coughed and said in a deep voice: "That's enough. Bullying the little kid with your words and skills doesn't show your ability... You have a hundred excuses for not letting us leave, and we also have ten thousand reasons for leaving. ... Everyone has their own position, so... why talk nonsense?"
"Lao Jianghu!" Commander Wu Dao gave Lao Tie a thumbs up in admiration: "It's indeed Lao Jianghu. What he said is so simple and straightforward. I like it."
With a loud laugh, the thumb of Wu Dao Commander Bi suddenly lit up, and his thumb strangely expanded to a foot long and as thick as a fist.
A flash of blood spurted out from his swollen thumb, and the next moment blood mist splashed out. The blood condensed into a blood-colored scimitar about a foot long, spinning rapidly toward Wu Tie's neck with an ear-piercing scream. Cracked over.
The bloody sword light was approaching its extreme, and the distance between the two sides was so close that the bloody sword light struck Wu Tie in front of him almost as soon as it appeared.
Fortunately, these days, Wu Tie's foundation-building practice has made some breakthroughs. His five senses and six senses have become more sensitive, and his movements have become more agile. He subconsciously raised his right hand and blocked the white tiger arm guard in front of the door.
The Po Yuan Blood Knife roared and struck the White Tiger's arm guard.
Blood splattered, and the arm guard was not damaged at all, but a terrible force came. Wu Tie groaned, his internal organs violently shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Blood and water splashed everywhere in the fully enclosed helmet, and his sight was blocked. .
The huge force knocked Wu Tie away. He flew backwards, flew more than two hundred meters in an arc, and fell into a large group of fog knife killers behind him.
Countless straight knives, large axes, and maces rained down from all directions, and even a few special mountain-opening mines used by the fog-blade archers to bombard the dragons.
Wu Tie was beaten so hard that he rolled around on the ground and couldn't stand up at all for a while.
The mountain thunder exploded with a loud bang. Although it failed to explode Wu Tie's tight armor, it still shook his internal organs and he almost vomited several times.
Lao Tie snorted coldly and rushed towards the commander of the fog knife.
The two rows of white teeth burst out with lightning, and the lightning was like water, constantly spraying out along with the harsh crackling sound of lightning.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Mist Knife stood motionless on the spot. He waved his left hand forward, and a ball of black mist spurted out, forming a hexagonal shield in front of him. The shield made of black mist is thick and solid, and despite being struck by lightning, the mist inside the shield does not waver at all.
He grabbed his cloak with his right hand, and a ray of cold light shot out. A straight knife with a slightly curved blade spurted out a blade several meters long, and with a harsh whistling sound, it fiercely split open the old iron's head. On the body.
Amidst the ear-piercing impact, sparks flew from Lao Tie's body, and he was slashed dozens of meters away by the Master Wu Knife's sword.
Lao Tie's four legs stretched out with long, sharp claws, which clawed deeply into the rocks on the ground. His body was split and pushed to one side, and his claws tore long cracks in the rock formations.
"Hercules magic... so powerful." Lao Tie stared at the commander-in-chief of the fog knife and sneered: "Little bastard, in those days, if I just stared at you, a piece of garbage like you could kill ten thousand people."
"Perhaps?" Commander Wu Dao led dozens of afterimages and rushed towards Lao Tie: "A hero does not mention his bravery in the past... You are weak now, so don't say these words... No matter how strong your body is, you can How many times can you block me?"
The figure of the Master of the Fog Sword is like the wind, bringing up countless afterimages to rapidly rotate around Lao Tie.
Streams of cold light continued to strike out with harsh whistling sounds, and the light of the sword kept falling on Lao Tie like snow. Large sparks flew everywhere, and Lao Tie was knocked back and forth like a small sampan in a hurricane.
After enduring countless heavy chops, Lao Tie finally lost his footing and fell to his knees heavily.
The commander of Wu Dao laughed. He suddenly stopped, turned over and sat on Lao Tie's back, and pressed Lao Tie's head with both hands: "Submit...or die!"
A mountain-like coercion surged out of the head of Wu Dao. The veins in his arms bulged, and a huge force hit his head. He wanted to use violence to forcibly subdue Lao Tie.
The next moment, the Master of the Fog Blade let out a hysterical howl, and his pale face twisted, becoming as ferocious as an evil ghost.
He brought up a large afterimage, and a layer of thick black smoke wrapped around his body. He let out an inhuman howl, flew straight into the sky, and hit a dome hundreds of meters high with his head, half of his body None of them entered the hard rock formation.
Several stalagmites were shaken, broken and fell down.
What fell next was a bit of dazzling blood mixed with a hint of peculiar smell.
Lao Tie gave a weird "haha" laugh. On his back, a metal slap that was several times larger than an ordinary person's hand was stuck there very abruptly, and a finger that was also several times thicker than an ordinary person's. The metal middle finger stabbed straight into the sky.
The middle finger was pale, with a faint trace of electric light flowing, and there were still a few drops of blood stuck to it.
The blood slid down the smooth mirror-like fingers and fell on Lao Tie's equally slender body. The blood fell to the ground, and Lao Tie's body was clean, not even a trace of blood was left.
"Any trick, no matter whether it is noble or despicable, as long as it can kill the enemy, it is an effective trick."
Lao Tie stood up straight, raised his head and looked at the commander-in-chief of the fog knife with half of his body embedded in the dome, and laughed loudly: "The ancient secret skill, kill for a thousand years... One kill for a thousand years, unforgettable for a thousand years... Hey, are you happy?"
The voice of the Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Knife came from high in the sky. It was clear and cold, like a butcher knife that had just been pulled out after being frozen.
"Kill... kill... kill... Ling Chi chopped them into pieces!"
The last few words of the Commander Wu Dao's order were shouted almost hysterically. Following his roar, perhaps due to the increased blood flow and faster blood flow, another wisp of blood floated down in the air.
Twenty-four senior members of the Fog Saber roared in unison. They either turned into afterimages, turned into strong winds, or turned into black mist, roaring towards Lao Tie.
Hundreds of meters away, Wu Tie was surrounded by a large group of fog knife killers and servant warriors. He was pressed to the ground and beaten and hacked indiscriminately, unable to stand up at all.
Suddenly a loud roar came, and the killers and soldiers who trapped Wu Tie scattered around at the same time. Three of the twenty-four high-level fog knife officers turned into afterimages and rushed towards Wu Tie.
The straight knives in their hands shone with a faint light, and there were faint runes on the blades. Three rays of cold light brought out the cold air, and slashed down Wu Tie's whole body as fast as lightning.
Along with it, there was also the secret magical power of their fog sword, the 'Broken Yuan Blood Sword'!
The three straight knives turned into three electric rays, and the three bloody scimitars condensed with blood flew into the air and arrived in front of Wu Tie in an instant.
He had just been pushed to the ground and beaten severely. Although his skin and flesh were not injured, his internal organs were shocked and painful. Wu Tie roared angrily, and he raised his right arm guard to face the blood light transformed by the three Yuan-breaking blood knives.
At the same time, the palm of his left hand spread out, and the five fingers of his left hand vibrated violently, especially the first phalanx of the index finger, which vibrated several times faster than the other metacarpal bones, causing a buzzing sound to the three fingers. He came forward with a straight knife.
"Ding ding ding" made three crisp sounds, and the three straight knives were shattered to pieces by Wu Tie's fingers.
Several fingers of Wu Tie's left hand were cut to pieces by the sword, but the bones were not damaged at all.
A ball of dark light enveloped his left hand, and bits of invisible light erupted from the shattered straight knife, turning into three streams of light that were swallowed by the first phalanx of Wu Tie's left index finger.
Waves of heat flowed down the palm of his hand and gradually gathered on Wu Tie's forearm bones.
The color of the forearm bones gradually deepened. At the same time, three rays of blood fell on Wu Tie's right arm guard. The huge impact caused Wu Tie to spin rapidly on the ground. The armor rubbed against the stone ground, creating a large blaze of light. Slide back.
The three fog knife executives looked at the remaining hilt of the knife in their hands with their mouths open.
The sound of "click" was endless, and the essence in the handle was swallowed up by Wu Tie's finger bones. The handle quickly disintegrated and turned into a thin stream of iron filings dripping from their fingers.
The commander of the fog knife, with half of his body embedded in the dome, roared hysterically, constantly shouting 'kill'!
Lao Tie looked at the twenty-one senior officials of Fog Knife rushing towards him and grinned.
"Kill... I like this word!"
Two masses of electric light flowed on his back, and two slender humanoid arms emerged from the electric light. Accompanied by a subtle chirping sound, countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the smooth, mirror-like arms, each piece resembling dragon scales. The nails turned up one after another.
Under these nail plates are dense pores like a honeycomb. Most of the pores are empty and empty. There are only thirty-six finger-thick pores with a faint red and ominous glow. out.
With a "Puff" sound, twelve strange arrow-shaped objects were ejected from the pores.
These 'crossbow arrows' were extremely fast, shooting forward in mysterious arcs, and instantly covered the twenty-one high-level fog swordsmen who were rushing towards them from all directions.
Then, there was an explosion that was not too loud, but the sound and light effects were terrifying.
Each crossbow bolt exploded, and blue-white flames swept across dozens of meters in radius. Within a few hundred meters around Lao Tie, there was a blazing hell.
Twenty-one senior members of the Fog Knife vaporized directly in the flames. 8)