In the duel battlefield, thunder continued.
And it was all about the sudden thunderstorm like a sudden thunderstorm on a summer night.
Right above the head, right next to the ears, the "rumbling" bumped around, causing the earth to tremble, giving off a chilling smell that made people feel uneasy.
More and more ancestors of the gods have fallen.
Their souls and blood essences were collected by the gods. The huge mana accumulated in their bodies for at least thousands of years and as many as a hundred thousand years, as well as the great Dao patterns fused with their powerful bodies, are disintegrating, melting, and feeding back. world.
This duel battlefield has been banned by the gods, and the energy of heaven and earth is very thin.
The fallen ancestors of the gods are like fountains. The huge and pure energy of heaven and earth spurts out from the light pillars left behind by their deaths, turning into hurricanes and spreading around.
The light beams that are far apart are okay and have no influence on each other.
If the distance between the two light pillars is within a hundred miles, the surging energy of heaven and earth will impact each other, causing the sky and earth to change color, the wind and clouds to gather, and even crazy thunder will burst out, causing the void to shake and the earth to shake.
Sometimes, several gods-level ancestors died in the same place, and several light beams rushed into the sky at the same time. The light beams rubbed against each other, and the thunder dragons that were splashed were several miles thick, and they hit all around with "chichi" sounds. The wind and clouds changed color, and the rushing energy frenzy was like an invisible knife cutting randomly in the void.
The environment of the duel battlefield was deteriorating rapidly.
The air is filled with disintegrated and fallen Dao lines. The Dao lines are invisible but have quality. The Dao lines shuttle rapidly through the void, like flying knives. If someone with a weaker cultivation level bumps into it, there will be a blood stain on the body. .
Wu Tie stood on the only gate tower of the military city. Behind him was a majestic tower that was three hundred feet high. It was filled with warriors in gold and silver armor. On his left and right hands, there was a tower that was five hundred feet high. The forts were equipped with a heavy cannon secretly made by the Mohists.
This cannon is based on a strange crystal stone with innate yin and yang attributes collected by the Mohist family from unknown sources as its core, and powered by the giant energy furnace newly developed by the Mohist family. It can inspire an innate divine thunder with a hint of chaos to kill the enemy.
This is the 'Innate Yin-Yang Chaos Thunder Light Chong', the most lethal weapon that the Mohist family can produce now.
With the Mo family's background, they only found two nutritional crystals that served as the core. After spending thousands of years, they could only forge these two lightning bolts. They brought this treasure from the capital of Wei to the battlefield of the Three Kingdoms. They originally planned to shoot Wu Tie, but now it became Wu Tie's help.
Swords, swords of different lengths and widths were suspended next to Wu Tie.
Ou Yezi, as well as the more than twenty ancestors of the Ou family, and nearly a thousand family elites who are half-stepping into the realm of gods, each of them is good at sword making.
Every ancestor of the Ou family presented at least ten sharp swords that could be called magic weapons to Wu Tie.
As for those Ou clan elites who were half-stepping into the realm of gods, they also presented two or three proud masterpieces of extraordinary quality to Wu Tie.
More than a thousand sharp swords with cold air and murderous intent were suspended around Wu Tie. A group of bright light was suspended behind Wu Tie. In the bright light, there were hundreds of millions of sword lights rising and falling, and countless sword intentions were constantly pouring out, slowly communicating with these gods. A sharp sword.
A few days ago, Wu Tie swung his sword and even the Hanjiang sword was completely shattered, and then he killed a great martial ancestor.
Before finding a magic weapon that could withstand Wu Tie's supreme swordsmanship, Wu Tie would probably destroy a sword every time he swung it. Therefore, when Wu Tie asked Ou to donate so many swords of extraordinary quality, he was well prepared.
If there is an enemy, just swing your sword.
Every time a sword is swung, a sword will be shattered... At the cost of forging these magical weapons based on Ou Clan, tsk, every time a sword is swung, it is basically equivalent to hundreds of years of taxes in Yuzhou being thrown away by Wu Tie. Went in.
Thinking of the huge cost of these magical swords, Wu Tie couldn't help but feel hot all over - this feeling of using money to hit people is not bad.
hehe!
Wu Tie looked back at the Ou clan members standing on the city gate building. They had all heard from Li Xuangui about the glorious deeds of Wu Tie's sword before. They were all looking at them with affectionate eyes as if they were mourning their heirs. A sword forged by oneself.
The people of the Ou clan have deep feelings for the swords they forged.
Wu Tie helplessly spread his hands to them... The sword is good, but human life is more important.
On the hilltop in the distance, the large warriors and horses were still looking around. Amidst the dull thunder, the sound of war drums rumbled. The large army of warriors and horses erected a large flag on the top of the mountain. The bloody flag flew in the wind, and together with the sound of drums and thunder, it increased the chill and evil spirit a hundred times to the heaven and earth out of thin air.
In the other direction, several ancestors of the Zhao family were panting, covered in blood, and running towards this direction with hundreds of Qingqiu General's disciples.
Behind them, there were only two Great Martial Ancestors and more than a dozen half-step god realm generals chasing after them.
But it was obvious that the ancestors of the Zhao family were at an absolute disadvantage. When Wu Tie saw them, a Dawu ancestor waved his hand, and before the thunder method accumulated in the hand of a Zhao family ancestor could be used, he His arm was chopped off with a knife.
On the city wall on that side, Zhao Xiang was so angry that he jumped to his feet and cursed: "Wu Zunhou, someone from Zhao has penetrated your mother-in-law!"
The ancestor Dawu who slashed off an arm of the ancestor Zhao with a knife looked up to the sky and smiled: "My mother has been dead for tens of thousands of years. Anyone who wants to enter can dig a grave and sleep with her. I'm afraid, it's just that my mother's cultivation is low, and now I’m afraid not even a single bone can be found in the mausoleum.”
With such shameless words, Wu Tie couldn't help but step on his feet and glance at the martial master's throat.
"Old Mo!" Wu Tie glanced at Wu Zunhou and pointed at him.
Mo Yun, who was standing on the highest floor of the city gate building, lightly clapped his hands on the cloud tablets, and with a crisp 'pop' sound, the two Yin-Yang Chaos Thunderbolts quickly turned around the muzzle, and the dazzling thunder light flashed at the muzzle. , two water-tank-sized thunders spurted out silently.
The innate yin and yang chaotic thunder ripped open two straight transparent tunnels in the blood mist, and arrived in front of Wu Zunhou in an instant.
Wu Zunhou raised his sword and struck a lightning bolt with a broad stroke.
With a muffled sound, Wu Zun's throat screamed, and the thunder and fire flew back dozens of miles against his body, and then exploded gently with a muffled sound of 'bang'.
Countless rays of gray lightning enveloped the void within a radius of about a mile. The blood mist disappeared, the blood light was annihilated, and a large pit about a mile in diameter was evaporated on the ground silently. Wu Zunhou's shining armor completely disappeared, and his body was covered in flesh and blood. It disappeared completely, and most of the internal skeleton was destroyed by thunder and fire, leaving only a skull and most of the spine suspended in the air.
"Mo Yun!" Wu Zun roared hysterically, turned into a bloody light and fled backwards in embarrassment.
It's just that in this duel battlefield, the speed of escaping light is really too slow.
Another gray thunder light fell heavily on Wu Zunhou, and the gray electric light flashed, forcibly turning Wu Zunhou into nothing.
There were cheers in the military city, and on the distant hilltop, everyone in Dawu who saw this scene exclaimed in unison.
Wu Tie couldn't help but touch his chin. The power of Lei Guangchong was beyond imagination. Even the ancestor Dawu, who had triggered the projection of the supreme artifact to come and possess him, couldn't withstand the attacks of these two Lei Guangchong.
However, there are only two doors.
However, the charging efficiency of this lightning charge is too slow. It takes half an hour to charge and it can explode once. It is suitable for strategic deterrence, but it is not so convenient for regular attacks on the battlefield.
Ancestor Dawu was killed, and a beam of light rose into the sky.
In the military city, Li Guang led a group of tribesmen and fired a volley of arrows. In addition, a respect-type light cannon in the city fired a volley, which immediately disrupted the position of the chasing Dawu people. Several ancestors of the Zhao family covered a group of generals and disciples, panting and running wildly, jumping up and down into the military city, and then collapsed to the ground one by one, sweating like rain all over their bodies, unable to move for a long time.
After panting for a full quarter of an hour, an ancestor of the Zhao family stood up tremblingly and shook his head at Zhao Xiang.
"Uncle, it's miserable, it's so miserable... We, the Zhao family, are the only ones left with a few crooked melons and rotten dates."
Zhao Xiang's face twitched violently. He looked at the three or five gods-level ancestors of his family standing next to him, and then looked at the four gods-level ancestors of his family who had fled into the city. A large amount of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and flowed down his face. The water kept flowing down his cheeks, and soon the clothes on his chest were wet.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Xiang looked at Wu Tie, and in front of everyone, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply to Wu Tie: "Your Majesty, please make the decision for me, the Zhao family."
The four ancestors of the Zhao family who had just fled into the army city widened their eyes in shock, and a group of seven or eight generals who were half-stepping to the divine realm were also dumbfounded.
Are you kidding me
Zhao Xiang calls 'An Wang Huo Xiong' 'lord'
This is... either these people in the city are crazy, or these new people in the city are crazy. In short, it is not a good thing.
The two great martial ancestors who had just been chased after each other, Wu Zunhou, were killed by lightning strikes. The remaining ancestor looked at the direction of the military city angrily for a while, then led a group of great military generals under his command in a circle, and ran Go to the mountain in the distance to join the Dawu people.
Under the huge bloody military flag, the group of people discussed for a while, and soon a group of more than a dozen great witch generals who were half-stepping into the realm of gods rushed towards the military city.
They jumped around among the mountains, rushing over like a group of giant fleas, and soon arrived at the foot of the military city.
They glanced at Wu Tie standing at the top of the city and began to take out round objects one by one from the storage ring.
Wu Tie's sharp eyes saw clearly what these objects were, and his expression suddenly darkened.
These military generals moved very quickly. In just a few breaths, they used those round objects to place two pyramids outside the military city. There were curses on the city wall, and everyone could see clearly that the two pyramids were made of human heads.
These are two heads of Beijing.
About five hundred human heads were used to create a human-headed Jingguan. Judging from the facial features, they were clearly the heads of the ancestors of the gods in Qingqiu and Dawei.
Another one, the Human Head Jingguan, used more than 10,000 heads. They were all the heads of the descendants of the half-step gods in Qingqiu and Dawei who participated in the duel. More than ten thousand heads with distorted faces and bloody flesh were piled together. The Jingguan was quite large and looked particularly scary.
Wu Tie took two steps forward, placed his hands on the battlements of the city wall, and looked down.
"Are you... provocative?" Wu Tie solemnly asked the group of powerful generals.
"Of course... Otherwise, let's go out of the city and fight." A strong man covered in black hair and nearly two feet tall was wearing heavy armor and carrying a heavy knife. He strode toward the city wall and walked dozens of feet away.
"An Wang Huo Xiong... How about we come out of the city and have some fun?"
The disciples of the Wu family in Dawu seemed to be extremely hairy. The black-haired man Wu Tie killed with one punch before was already as hairy as a black bear. But now the guy standing under the city wall, the big beard on his face and the black hair on his neck can actually flutter in the wind!
The black beard was fluttering. The big man was holding a knife and pointing at Wu Tie with his head held high.
"Are there any of your family members here?" The big man smiled brightly: "Wang An, Huo Xiong, are you brave enough to come out and kill me twice?"
Behind the big man, a man with a red beard smiled and grabbed an old man's head with his hair in a bun. He raised his head high, then loosened his grip, and his head fell to the ground with a bang.
"Oh, I'm sorry, whose ancestor is this? My hand slipped."
The old man's head rolled down the slope more than ten feet, and rolled into a cesspool.
Behind Wu Tie, a young man from Qingqiu Wei clan roared hysterically. Even Wu Tie had no time to stop him, and the young man ran out of the city wall like a madman. He leaped into the air more than a hundred feet high, and then slashed at the red-bearded man who was laughing loudly.
The red-bearded man's body was surrounded by divine light, and the projection of Shifang Tu Miejia slowly appeared. He stretched out his left hand and easily caught the Wei family's young man's sword with a slap. With a casual twist of his palm, the Tiandao divine weapon-level sword was struck by him. He broke it casually and thrust half of the blade into the Wei family's young man's chest.
The young man Wei fell heavily to the ground. His body twitched violently, and while vomiting blood, he looked at the old man's head that rolled down into the cesspool.
"Ancestor... Ancestor..."
Several great military generals came up, and all kinds of weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, fell down and killed the young man of the Wei family on the spot.
A fresh head was placed on the larger Beijing temple. All the military generals looked at each other and laughed crazily at the same time.
"People in the city, there may be ancestors of your family here, why don't you come out and recognize your relatives?"
The black-bearded man laughed so hard that tears came out. He pointed at Wu Tie standing on the city wall and laughed loudly: "Why don't you come out and clean up these rubbish?"
Wu Tie pressed his hand on the city wall, looked at these powerful men coldly, and let out a heavy breath.
"You are not allowed to leave the city. You must defend the city."
"My king, go out of the city to meet the families... Well, Zhao Xiang, Li Guang, you elders of the families, restrain these little guys. No matter which family they are from, whoever dares to go out of the city, just beat them to death. As long as you don't beat them To die, just hit him casually."
With a sneer, Wu Tie jumped off the city wall and said coldly: "I have come out, what do you want to do? Come, I will play with you."
The two temples really triggered Wu Tie's anger.
In a life-and-death duel, both sides have no choice but to fight to the death... But cutting off heads and building a temple in Beijing is too much.
Dawu.
How could Wu Tie let such a country win this battle
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