The blue-white flames were restrained, and the high temperature that directly vaporized the twenty-one Chonglou Realm masters was actually confined in a space of several hundred meters in size, without any heat leaking out.
The pale old iron was wrapped in flames, and the firelight flowed on his smooth mirror-like surface. With the head of a human and the body of a dog, he was like a devil from hell, constantly letting out ferocious and triumphant laughter.
In the dome, the commander of the fog knife pulled out his upper body with difficulty.
He grabbed a stalagmite with one hand, tilted his body and looked down. In the blue-white flames, twenty-one vague traces of human figures were clearly visible on the ground.
The high temperature instantly vaporized twenty-one human bodies, leaving these marks on the rocky ground.
The flames squirmed, and these humanoid traces swayed from side to side like snake shadows, revealing endless terror in their ferociousness.
"Ancient... strange object." The commander of the fog knife muttered to himself, with a biting chill and a trace of inexplicable fear in his voice.
Wu Tie rolled on the ground for a distance and finally stabilized his body. He jumped up suddenly, holding the spear in his left hand, and drew a huge circle around him.
No one attacked.
All the fog knife killers and their servant warriors stayed where they were.
Twenty-one high-level fog swordsmen in the Chonglou Realm instantly vaporized, including more than four commanders, who just disappeared out of thin air.
This caused a great psychological impact on Wu Tie's subordinates. They stared blankly at Lao Tie, who was smiling strangely like a demon in the flames. For a while, no one came to attack Wu Tie.
Wu Tie gasped, his left hand was hot below the elbow, and his flesh and blood seemed to be burning. He endured the pain in his arm and quickly approached Lao Tie.
Lao Tie walked out of the flames step by step, and with deep laughter, he and Wu Tie merged smoothly.
The humanoid arm on his back slowly retracted into his body. Lao Tie looked up at the Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Saber hanging upside down on the dome, and said in a deep voice: "We have already left... Why must we kill them all?"
Shaking his head, Lao Tie sighed deeply: "Although these words are very hurtful, I must tell you... The scum of the Chonglou Realm, with your meager strength, many years ago, you were just cannon fodder. … Cannon fodder!”
Tilting his head and squinting at the stunned fog knife killers, Lao Tie sighed on the ground: "You are top-notch scum who are not even qualified to be cannon fodder. Who gave you the courage to come here and die in a hurry?" ?”
After laughing a few times, Lao Tie led Wu Tie and walked towards the nearest corridor entrance step by step.
Standing outside the entrance of the corridor was a group of fog-swordsmen, a group of fully armed warriors from the cattle and wolf tribes.
Seeing Lao Tie and Wu Tie approaching, the elite warriors belonging to the Wu Dao all looked fearful and subconsciously retreated to both sides.
The commander-in-chief of Wu Dao looked at Lao Tie with a gloomy expression.
Seeing that the two of them were about to reach the entrance of the tunnel, the commander of the fog knife said in a deep voice: "I saw that there are thirty-six red light spots in your arm... Did you just use twelve?"
Lao Tie stopped, raised his head, and sneered disdainfully: "You want to try? You can try..."
The chief commander of the fog knife ordered Silence.
Lao Tie stood motionless on the spot, his eyes filled with blood as he stared at the opponent coldly.
The whole place was silent, except for Wu Tie's left arm, which was trembling slightly. The fingers that had been re-covered with the palm guard were trembling and colliding with the barrel of the gun, making a slight 'ding' sound.
The metal essence in the three straight knives was being absorbed by his arm bones. The process of fusing the metal material with his arm caused pain that ordinary people could not imagine. When every bit of metal essence is integrated into the bones, it is as painful as being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts and being burned by a steel-making furnace.
Wu Tie tried his best to endure it, but could not stop the natural trembling of his arms.
In the eyes of Wu Dao, this little kid was clearly scared.
Why is he afraid
Lao Tie had already shown such terrifying lethality that twenty-one high-level officials of Fog Knife simply disappeared.
With such powerful lethality, why is Wu Tie still afraid
The eyes of the three senior Wu Dao executives who had just attacked Wu Tie with their swords lit up. Their bodies subconsciously swayed and brought three wisps of breeze towards Wu Tie and Lao Tie.
Commander Wu Dao hung his order upside down on the dome, and he also noticed Wu Tie's trembling left arm.
He and the three subordinates below also made the same judgment.
Wu Tie is afraid, and the reason why he is afraid...maybe he knows the true combat power of Lao Tie's ancient wonder
Perhaps, they are actually no longer able to launch the terrifying attack just now? That blue-white flame that seems to be able to burn everything.
The flames gradually disappeared, and the ground where Lao Tie was originally burned was dented to a depth of one meter. The one-meter-thick rock formation was burnt into smoke, and the twenty-one figures originally left on the rock surface also disappeared.
The three senior officials of the Fog Knife approached quickly. They roared in a low voice. They were still dozens of meters away from Wu Tie and Lao Tie. They waved their hands rapidly, and suddenly accompanied by a harsh scream, dozens of Yuan-Breaking Blood Knives spun rapidly. , like rounds of small blood moons falling on Wu Tie and Lao Tie.
The Yuan-Breaking Blood Knife, this magical power has enough lethality to break through Wu Tie's armor.
Wu Tie did not dare to neglect, he hurriedly waved his right arm and blocked these blood moons with the white tiger arm guard on his right hand.
Lao Tie took a step across and used his huge body to help Wu Tie block these Yuan-breaking blood knives. Bloody rays of light fell densely, making a harsh cutting sound when they fell on Lao Tie's body, and exploded into countless bloody light spots at the same time.
Lao Tie's body remained motionless, and there were no traces on his body.
The Yuan-Breaking Blood Swords of the three senior members of the Fog Swordsman pose no threat to him at all.
Wu Tie's left hand was still trembling violently, and the flesh below the elbow was scorched by the high temperature. If it hadn't been wrapped in sealed armor, the smell of barbecue would have spread far away.
Wu Tie gritted his teeth while enduring the severe pain. His fingers trembled violently, constantly colliding with the barrel of the gun.
The Po Yuan Blood Knife fell on Lao Tie's body, making a sharp 'crunching' sound, and Wu Tie's fingers collided with the gun barrel, making a 'ding-ding' sound.
The three Blood Knife executives fired nearly a hundred Yuan-Breaking Blood Knives at Lao Tie in one go. They finally stopped, gasping for breath, and a visible white vapor rose above their heads.
Whether it's magical powers or secret techniques, they are all extremely energy-consuming.
Nearly a hundred Yuan-breaking blood swords were used, this was the limit of the three blood sword executives.
Lao Tie Feng lightly shook his body. He raised his head and looked at the commander-in-chief of the fog knife: "Is it done? Then, let's go... That land, please watch it for us and don't do anything wrong in it... That's Grandpa, I... A place of sadness, a place of remembrance!”
Lao Tie turned around and continued walking towards the nearest corridor entrance with Wu Tie.
Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters... fifty meters... twenty meters...
The commander-in-chief of the fog knife hanging on the dome finally exhaled a deep breath: "If I let you go like this... Where will my fog knife's face be?"
"Ancient wonders...are they amazing? Although, you look amazing..."
The commander-in-chief of Wu Dao sneered. With a wave of his right hand, two black iron balls the size of human heads flew out of his hand and hit Lao Tie and Wu Tie heavily.
The pitch-black iron ball was covered with blood-colored lines on its surface.
At first glance, those blood-colored lines clearly formed a huge blood-colored eyeball, especially there was a small hole in the middle of the eyeball, with blood faintly gushing out from it.
Wu Tie didn't know what these were, so he looked at the two iron balls curiously.
Lao Tie roared loudly: "Ha, you are not bad luck!"
As he spoke, Lao Tie raised one of his front paws and slapped Wu Tie into the air, flying towards the entrance of the corridor.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Blade laughed...
His laughter was like an ice knife made of ice, piercing everyone's ears with a chilling sound. All the spirits belonging to the fog knife shuddered, feeling the psychological impact caused by the flaming hell that Lao Tie released just now. woke up with a start.
"Kill!" The Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Blade scolded coldly: "Ancient wonders, as expected, we still have to rely on ancient wonders to deal with them."
His body suddenly became translucent and then melted into the air.
In the next moment, the Wu Knife Commander crossed over a thousand meters, appeared in front of Wu Tie out of thin air, and slashed at Wu Tie face to face.
Wu Tie subconsciously raised his left hand, and the protective palm on his palm receded like running water, revealing his skinned palm with bones everywhere. In the cracked wound on his palm, the dim light of fire could be faintly seen, and the air was filled with a pungent burnt smell.
The smell was like a very poor cook making braised pork, and the result was a pot of charcoal smell.
The commander-in-chief of the Wu Dao sneered, and the sword continued to cut down with a hint of blood as the sword shone like a sword.
When the light of the sword fell, a large piece of black mist swirled behind the Master of the Fog Sword, and an inhuman demon god with a ferocious face and gnarled muscles could be seen standing on the ground, holding a big mountain in each hand and dancing vigorously.
In the hands of the demon god, the mountains were like stones, being thrown up by him from time to time, Lao Gao... Lao Gao.
Hercules Magic... This is the magical power of the Commander-in-Chief of the Mist Blade.
This sword was a full-strength blow from the Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Sword. Not to mention that Wu Tie had already taken off the guard on his hand, even if he was wearing a complete armor, he was still confident that he could cut Wu Tie in two pieces.
Because he is a 'Mist Knife', he can slash out at will, and the power is equivalent to the Yuan-Breaking Blood Knife issued by the ordinary Mist Knife Palm Command with full force.
The sword's light was like lightning, striking Wu Tie's palm heavily.
The little bit of flesh and blood left on Wu Tie's palm exploded, revealing the dark, metallic finger bones. His phalanges were vibrating violently, especially the first phalanx of his left index finger, which was vibrating rapidly at an extremely high frequency.
'Ding'!
An extremely long impact sound was heard, and Wu Tie's finger made a thumb-sized gap in the straight knife in the hand of the Commander Wu Knife.
The fragments of the collapsed blade exploded, and the gaps in the blade were densely covered with cracks like spider webs.
Wu Tie pointed his left index finger forward, and there was another harsh 'ding' sound.
The straight sword of the Master Commander of the Mist Blade shattered into pieces, just like the straight swords in the hands of the three high-ranking Commanders of the Mist Blade, and just like the straight swords in the hands of the Nine Commanders of the Mist Blade that day, it exploded into countless extremely fine fragments.
A large amount of light invisible to the naked eye erupted from the straight blade, like a firefly that had found its nest, whistling and flying into the first phalanx of Wu Tie's left index finger. A flame more than a foot high ignited on Wu Tie's palm, and the dark flame gave off a terrifying high temperature.
Wu Dao Master Ling Qinghui's face was distorted. His eyes widened and he looked at the shattered saber in disbelief.
This straight knife is not only his sword, but also the symbol of power of the entire killer organization of 'Fog Knife'.
This sword is comparable to a country's jade seal to the Wu Dao organization.
The headmaster of the fog knife made his Adam's apple squirm suddenly. He spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound. He stared straight at the fragments that the straight knife shattered and exploded. He actually froze there for a moment.
Wu Tie's eyesight turned black from the pain, a large area of flesh and blood on his palm was burned to pieces, and his finger bones, metacarpal bones, and forearm bones felt as if they were melting.
He roared, and slapped the commander of the fog knife on the chest with his burning left palm.
The clothes on Master Wu Dao's chest were burned to pieces, exposing a large area of flesh. Wu Tie's palm was like a red-hot iron, burning large areas of skin and flesh with a hissing sound, and the pain made the commander of the Wu Knife roar hissingly.
Amidst the sound of "huhu", the commander of Wu Dao raised his palms.
His palms were like knives, and like heavy axes held tightly by the troll gods, they struck Wu Tie hard on the chest one after another.
In the mist behind the Commander of the Fog Knife, the ferocious demon looked up to the sky and roared. The armor on Wu Tie's chest made a loud noise, and wisps of light flashed rapidly. He saw that the armor was dented, and a large number of cracks appeared on the surface.
This armor is just a "roughly made" non-standard armor made from materials stored in the Ancient God Barracks by Datie.
For ordinary fog knife killers, this armor is indestructible. But for a master like the Commander of the Mist Blade, this layer of armor is just a slightly stronger iron sheet.
A terrifying force struck, and a large area of flesh and blood on Wu Tie's chest was shattered layer by layer by pure violence.
Wu Tie roared loudly. He didn't know where the sudden inspiration came from. He waved his right hand fiercely, and the two-foot-four-inch long White Tiger Split Spear popped out of the White Tiger Armguard that Baihu split had transformed into. head.
The spear head shaped like a dagger flew quickly and cut towards the chest of the commander-in-chief of the fog knife with a very thin tearing sound.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Knife turned a blind eye to the White Tiger Split coming across from him. He suddenly added a force to his palms, hoping to shock Wu Tie to death with one blow.
The white tiger crack, which was as wide as a palm and more than two feet long, swept across.
The Master of the Fog Knife roared, and the shadows of powerful gods and demons roared and jumped in the mist behind him, and a layer of thick black scales suddenly appeared on his arms.
This is an additional attribute of Hercules' magic. The black scales can greatly enhance the physical defense of the Mist Knife Commander.
This layer of black scales is difficult to break even with a master of the same level as the Mist Sword Commander with a sharp weapon.
White Tiger Splitter swept past in an understated manner, and with an extremely slight 'puff' sound, the left arm of the Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Saber was severed by a blow from the elbow.
Severe pain hit, the Wu Knife Commander looked at Wu Tie in horror. He ignored Wu Tie with his right hand and continued to kill Wu Tie. An afterimage appeared all over his body, and a large gust of wind blew up, and he retreated at full speed.
The white tiger crack swept across the chest of the Wu Dao Commander, bringing up a large fountain of blood on his chest. At least seven of the Wu Dao Commander's orders were cut off with one sweep.
The commander-in-chief of Wu Dao roared, and a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth, piercing Wu Tie's right chest fiercely. 8)