Wu Tie stepped heavily on the mountain peak with his feet.
The mountain peak roared, and the blood glowed. An extremely strong force firmly protected the mountain peak, making it undamaged by Wu Tie's violent pedaling. A huge rebound force made Wu Tie feel like an arrow leaving the string, "Whoosh" ’ He jumped forward all the way.
The peaks roared loudly, and Wu Tie flew between the peaks like fleas.
Two golden-armored war puppets followed Wu Tie closely. They also jumped like flying and followed Wu Tie closely. Occasionally, a faint light flashes in their hands, and they will grab a javelin with cold light shining out of thin air, and turn it into a thunderbolt and throw it at Wu Tie.
Wu Tie's figure flashed rapidly, and the javelin with runes constantly rippling on its surface almost passed by his body.
A javelin as thick as an ordinary person's arm landed on the blood-shrouded mountain peak, and loud noises were heard. The javelin exploded and exploded into countless iron slag the size of sesame seeds.
Ou Yezi chased in embarrassment from behind.
This battle fort is very unfriendly to magicians, and all kinds of escape techniques are suppressed. The escape techniques that Ou Yezi learned are not top-notch. His speed in volley escape is slower than that of Wu Tie just now, which is probably the same as that of Wu Tie. An ordinary horse can run at the same speed.
He could only watch helplessly as Wu Tie jumped far away, followed closely by two golden-armored war puppets.
"Prince An, Huo Xiong... you are a cowardless bandit... My son, you have tricked and killed many masters like me, the Wei Dynasty, but you dare to fight to the death with me?" Ou Yezi waved a big flag in his left hand, and swayed his feather fan in his right hand, and fire dragons roared and spewed out continuously. Exploded towards Wu Tie.
However, Wu Tie ran too fast, and the fire dragon released by Ou Yezi flew too slowly, making it impossible to catch up with him!
Wu Tie ran out for a hundred miles with the two golden-armored war puppets, took a detour, and ran back in the direction he came from.
Ou Yezi was running out of breath when he suddenly saw Wu Tie running back again. He couldn't help but feel ecstatic. He waved the flag in his left hand, and suddenly the ground was filled with fire, and blue flames swept across dozens of areas. Inside is empty.
Wu Tie laughed. He made a fire-preventing spell, and saw a circle of spiritual light flickering around him. The blue flames did not get close to him within ten feet, and the fireworks suddenly disappeared, and even the temperature around him dropped. Not much higher.
Ou Yezi's eyes widened in shock. This was a magical power... and it was a magical power that specifically restrained the 'Five Elements of Taoism'.
Such a magical power may not be precious in ancient times, but in the end of civilization when all such techniques have been castrated and strictly managed, a magical power such as the Fire Preventing Curse that can make fire attacks futile is just as valuable. It's amazing.
Ou Yezi possesses magical powers and secret skills, all in the flames. Wu Tie's fire-preventing spell can break the flames and prevent the flames from getting close. This is equivalent to destroying more than 90% of Ou Yezi's combat power.
"Damn..." Ou Yezi cursed angrily. He threw out the big flag in his hand and let it turn into a layer of sticky fire to protect his whole body. Then he waved his left sleeve and dozens of fish-like flags with different lengths and widths appeared. The sharp sword flew out of the air.
These swords have different colors and shapes, but they all fly fast and urgently. Some swords fly silently, some make a sharp 'hissing' sound as they break through the air, and a few swords make a powerful sound. Lei, the end is astonishing.
If the Mohist clan of the Wei Dynasty was the best in the three kingdoms in its methods of mechanism and puppet warfare, then the casting skills of the Ou family of the Wei Dynasty were unparalleled.
The Ou clan specializes in forging master-level forgers. The forging of knives, spears, swords, halberds, and all kinds of magical weapons are all extremely exquisite.
In particular, each generation of Ou Yezi must forge nine swords that can be called 'famous swords handed down from generation to generation' in order to be qualified to compete and inherit the name of 'Ou Yezi'. And every sword that comes from Ou Yezi's hands must be a treasure that many high-ranking officials in the Wei Dynasty are frantically competing for.
Generally speaking, except for the top brass of the Wei Dynasty, the dignitaries of the other two countries would not be able to obtain a magic weapon made by Ou Yezi, no matter how much they spent.
Dozens of sharp swords fell from the sky with fierce force, forming a faint sword formation.
Wu Tietuan slammed into him, not caring about the sharpness of dozens of sharp swords.
Ou Yezi laughed loudly: "Young man, you are seeking death on your own, no wonder I am."
Ou Yezi laughed loudly. He mustered up all his magic power to activate dozens of sharp swords. Suddenly, he saw the sky full of sword light. Each sharp sword pulled out a sword light hundreds of feet long, like a rainbow falling from the head.
Wu Tie rushed forward and bumped into the sword array.
The loud 'clang clang' sound continued, and Wu Tie's clothes were smashed to pieces and instantly turned into ashes falling down. When the sword light fell on him, sparks flew everywhere, and the huge impact made Wu Tie slow down a bit.
Wu Tie's body is so strong now that the heavenly weapons forged by the ancestors of ordinary gods cannot break through his oily skin. Instead, they will be broken by his body. If you want to hurt him, you have to be an innate spiritual soldier.
However, the sword formation set up by Ou Yezi pierced with long sword rays criss-crossing him. Wu Tie felt a stinging pain all over his body, and his body was opened with thin wounds of varying depths.
Wu Tie was shocked, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.
What a Ou Yezi, although these dozens of sharp swords are still one step behind the innate spiritual soldiers in terms of magical power changes and spirituality, in terms of toughness and sharpness, these dozens of sharp swords are no better than the innate spiritual soldiers. not bad.
"Good sword... old guy... Da Wei, Ou Clan, the sword-making skills are really good." Wu Tie's mind flashed with information about the many clans of Wei, and he immediately knew the origin of Ou Yezi.
Ou Yezi looked at Wu Tie with a horrified expression. These dozens of sharp swords were the fine treasures he had accumulated with difficulty in his long life. On average, only one sword that he had carefully crafted every thousand years was qualified to become his. Personal magic weapon.
These swords can easily break even a Vajra Iron Man.
Not to mention, Ou Yezi also set up an incomplete sword formation that he got from an ancient ruins. This 'positive and negative five elements evil-killing sword formation' once set up, the power of these swords can more than double out of thin air.
Such a sword and such a sword formation could only leave some non-fatal wounds to Wu Tie
"What kind of monster are you?" Ou Yezi looked at Wu Tie in horror. He knew Wu Tie. After all, these days, many great Wei ancestors have died because of Wu Tie. Ou Yezi carefully read through Wu Tie. of information.
"Is the Nine Transformations Mysterious Skill really that powerful?" Ou Yezi said angrily, "I don't believe it."
"There is no one in this world who cannot be cut with the sword that I, Ou Yezi, made... If there is, you are not a human being." Ou Yezi roared angrily. While he was running the sword formation to trap Wu Tie, he opened his mouth and blew out a stream of cold air. mango.
As soon as the cold light came out, the world was suddenly freezing.
The cold and biting sword intent filled the void, and even Wu Tie felt a chill and shuddered subconsciously.