Wu Tie jumped off the city wall, and the moment he landed, a dozen generals in front of him retreated at the same time.
The black-haired man who had just spoken provocatively waved his left hand, and an object the size of a fist flew out suddenly. Wu Tie could see clearly that it was a portable cave made by the Mohists of the Great Wei Dynasty. It looked like a small two-story pavilion. .
However, the utensils that Dawei sold to Dawu were of high price and of inferior quality.
The portable cave for the Mo family's own use can accommodate thousands of people, but this small pavilion that shines with a faint yellow light can only accommodate about ten or twenty people, which is the limit of the internal space.
With a muffled sound of 'bang', ten Dawu ancestors with terrifying auras shattered the small pavilion and appeared in front of Wu Tie out of thin air.
A dragon halberd brought up an evil wind, and along with the harsh roar of the dragon, it hit Wu Tie's forehead heavily. The dragon halberd was entangled with lightning, and black wind and black ice surged and raged. The harsh dragon roar was like thousands of thunders shaking together, shaking the surrounding void.
The attack was so violent that Wu Tie still reacted.
It’s really these rough guys from Dawu who don’t know how to act.
There are only a dozen generals who are half-step to the divine realm. Even if they can borrow the power of the supreme artifact to give them the combat power of the divine realm, there are hundreds of ancestors from various families gathered in the military city today. Everyone, not to mention the ancestors of the thirteen clans who have taken refuge in Wu Tie, are hidden in the city.
A dozen god-level warriors are challenging hundreds of god-level ancestors in person
These rough guys in Dawu are not suitable for such delicate work.
With a crisp sound of 'ding', Wu Tie suddenly raised his right hand, and his five fingers were like iron hooks, tightly clasping the pole of the Panlong Halberd.
The halberd shaft as thick as a bowl vibrated violently. The ancestor Da Wu, who was holding the Panlong Halberd, had bulging muscles all over his body, and veins on his forehead were beating wildly. He roared at the top of his lungs, with blood gushing out from his whole body, and he rushed forward with all his strength. prick.
The halberd shaft was bent, and Wu Tie's fingers rubbed violently against the halberd shaft, causing large amounts of fire to explode.
Wu Tie suddenly waved his hand, and the Great Ancestor Dawu who was holding the Panlong Halberd was swung by Wu Tie along with his halberd. Nine other heavy weapons such as spears and long spears came at them, and the cold light and the Panlong Halberd collided together. , making a huge noise.
The Dawu Patriarch holding the Panlong Halberd let out a cry of pain. Wu Tie quickly used him as a shield to resist the attacks of the other nine Dawu Patriarchs. Two Dawu Patriarchs had no time to withdraw their strength, and their weapons hit their companions. .
The projection clone of Shifang Tu Miejia was hit with fire and countless cracks appeared on the armor. Patriarch Dawu, who was holding the Panlong Halberd, spat out a mouthful of old blood and cursed angrily.
Wu Tie shouted loudly, held the Panlong Halberd with both hands, waved the halberd, and threw the Great Ancestor to the ground heavily.
Dozens of hills near the military city trembled at the same time, and even though they were covered by the rich blood of the duel battlefield, a deep crack opened in the earth. The armor of Patriarch Dawu, who was holding the Panlong Halberd, burst into pieces, and his bones made a harsh cracking sound. The bones were broken into at least thousands of pieces.
Wu Tie kicked the Great Martial Ancestor away with one kick. The Panlong Halberd in his hand made a harsh whine. Wu Tie held it tightly and danced like a windmill, colliding crazily with the other nine heavy weapons.
The sound of impact made the Qingqiu and Dawei tribesmen who were watching the battle in the military city dizzy. The ancestors of the gods, including Li Guang and Zhao Xiang, widened their eyes in shock and looked at Wu Tie with one person's power. Fight against the siege of nine great martial ancestors.
A little guy who is half a step into the realm of gods.
The old guy who had to carry nine gods.
Moreover, those nine old guys are also the backbone of the fighting force in the Great Martial Kingdom. Their own cultivation is above the third level of the gods. After receiving the blessing of the Shifang Tuannijia, their combat power has soared, and they are definitely at the fifth level of the gods. Combat power above the sky.
But Wu Tie alone relied on brute force to beat the nine great martial ancestors, causing their bodies to sway, their arms to tremble, and they kept falling backwards.
The ten heavy weapons made piercing whining sounds. The huge impact force made these ten heavenly weapons unable to withstand the terrifying force. Several spears and spears burst into large pieces in the heavy impact, and the gun barrels were Numerous hairline cracks present.
Wu Tie's whole body surged with heat, and a bright light shot up thousands of feet high behind him. In the bright light, there were halberds, spears, long sticks, long spears and other weapons looming. The dragon halberd in his hand clicked, swept, knocked, and stabbed. , the moves are changeable, integrating all the ingenuity of various long weapons into the past.
In the hands of Wu Tie, the Panlong Halberd was like a real living dragon, with horns, teeth torn, claws cracked, tail whipping... A storm of attacks enveloped the nine great martial ancestors. Wu Tie's attack frequency was actually higher than It's even faster for the opponent's nine people to add up.
"This guy's martial arts... is so superb?" On the hilltop in the distance, shrouded in blood-colored flags, Wu Ba, who was sitting on the throne, stood up in shock and stared at Wu Tie with wide eyes.
Even the Taishang who is the oldest and has practiced the longest, and who is still in the country of Dawu, will generally only practice the martial arts corresponding to one weapon throughout their lives.
For example, the owner of the Panlong Halberd in Wu Tie's hand, this ancestor has only practiced the halberd technique all his life. The other ancestors, those who use spears use spears, those who use spears repair spears, and those who wield maces, even more He will never practice the relatively light and changeable gun technique.
After all, divine weapons of heaven are limited, and innate spiritual weapons are even rarer. Many ancestors only have one magical weapon in their lifetime. Who would be able to practice all the weapons of the eighteen classes
But Wu Tie's performance was really like a freak.
Looking at the shadows of various weapons in the bright light behind him, it is obvious that he has cultivated the martial arts corresponding to various weapons to the point of "entering the Tao" where "the gods make it clear and the gods manifest themselves".
If one's martial arts reaches the realm of "entering the Tao", any move will be accompanied by the huge power of heaven and earth, which can cause ten times or a hundred times the damage in battle.
However, if any martial art really wants to be "humane", a normal ancestor of the gods would have to spend at least thousands of years honing their martial arts skills and experience countless bloody battles on the battlefield, right
Wu Tie was so young, how did he do it
"This kind of monster, hey, even if the gods have orders to kill him, I can't tolerate him." Wu Ba stroked the beard on his chin and murmured: "The Kingdom of Great Martial God cannot tolerate such a person alive, unless He is my biological son."
Shaking his head, Wu Ba said in a deep voice: "Send the order and send another troops over to level this military city for me."
Wu Tie, who was having a head-on confrontation with the nine Great Martial Ancestors, felt his whole body burning hot. The huge impact made every cell in his body feel alive and excited. The huge pressure caused more powerful resistance to break out in his body.
Spears, lances, spears, sticks... the secrets of all kinds of long weapons slowly flowed through my heart. Suddenly, all the weapons and figures in the bright light behind Wu Tie disappeared at the same time, leaving only one giant - standing upright like a pillar of heaven. The shadow of the stick flashed past.
The Panlong Halberd let out a desperate cry.
All the mana in Wu Tie's body was poured into the Panlong Halberd at this moment.
Just like the punch Wu Tie burst out before.
Just like the sword that Wu Tie burst out before.
At this moment, Wu Tie held the Panlong Halberd tightly with both hands, as if he was holding a huge pillar supporting the sky, and he used all his strength to smash forward with the stick.
With a loud noise, countless thunder dragons descended from the sky, densely washing the mountains with a radius of hundreds of miles; black horned hurricanes soared from the ground to the sky, carrying a shrill ghost howl into the sky; The horned hurricane collided with the blood mist and thick clouds in the sky. Layers of blue sky fire followed the rising shadow of the dragon halberd in Wu Tie's hand and rushed down to the ground.
The Panlong Halberd shattered into pieces and turned into a straight stick shadow.
Wu Tie roared wildly, and behind the divine fetus, a stick shadow flashed past the edge of the jade disc's projection and on the eighty-four thousand small lotus leaves.
The avenues of heaven and earth are all integrated into this strike.
The sun, moon and stars, mountains and rivers, flowers, birds, insects and fish, spring thunder and autumn rain... In this stick, there is sword energy, sword light, spear power, fist strength... and the roar of hundreds of millions of people, and the roar of hundreds of millions of living beings. Wailing and roaring...
One stick, inclusive.
The skin and flesh of Wu Tie's arms were torn apart, and large amounts of blood were like lava, spitting out high temperatures and splashing around.
Wu Tie's hot blood fell on the nine distorted faces of Da Wu Ancestors directly opposite, burning their skin and flesh, and large chunks of flesh and blood were burned into green smoke by the hot blood in Wu Tie's body. Penetrated into their bones.
The nine great martial ancestors, as well as the ancestor who was lying on the ground with broken bones and unable to stand up for a long time, no matter which martial arts they practiced, their divine fetuses were shaking. Trembling, their martial arts, and even their understanding of the principles of thunder, Gangfeng, Xuanbing, and the earth, are shaking and wavering.
Before the shadow of the stick fired by Wu Tie touched their bodies, their 'Tao' had already begun to shatter.
Their divine fetus is disintegrating.
Their bodies are falling apart.
There was a loud noise, and Wu Tie hit the ground hard with his stick.
A stick shadow rushed out a hundred miles long, and all the mountains along the way were instantly annihilated, leaving a straight mark on the ground that was a few miles wide, a hundred miles long, and ten thousand feet deep.
Ten great martial ancestors and a dozen great military generals were wiped out.
Also standing in front of Wu Tie, the Jingguan formed by the heads of hundreds of ancestors of the two countries and more than ten thousand generals of the two countries, was not damaged at all, floating quietly above the mark.
This stick is so violent.
This stick is so gentle.
The ultimate violence and gentleness are condensed into this stick, which can be "killed" and "saved" at will. This stick is very close to the "way of heaven".
After blasting out this stick, Wu Tie's clothes were completely shattered. His arms, his upper body, and all the flesh were torn apart. Dense cracks covered his whole body, and his body seemed to be about to disintegrate at any time.
He was panting heavily, and blood and sweat were spurting out from every pore in his body.
A large number of thumb-sized, brightly colored blood beads were floating around. Wu Tie took a deep breath. The blood beads flowing out of his body were like orbs, constantly flying back and along his body surface. The wounds reintegrate into the body.
When these blood beads hit the body, they made a crisp sound.
Wu Ba was horrified, and the many Dawu ancestors around Wu Ba were horrified. Countless Dawu's half-step god-level generals had distorted faces, looking at Wu Tie as if they had seen a ghost.
A military general who did not believe in evil secretly drew his sword and stabbed himself hard on the arm and thigh.
Large areas of blood spurted out. They followed Wu Tie's example and used magic to control their own blood to condense into blood beads, and then sucked it back into their bodies.
When their blood hits their bodies, there is a muffled sound of 'puff' or 'tick'. It is impossible to be like Wu Tie. When the blood beads hit the body, they are like big and small beads falling on a jade plate. The 'ding-ding' goes on.
"How did that guy's body get tempered to such an extent?"
Not only the juniors who are half-step into the realm of gods are trying secretly, but there are at least two dozen great martial ancestors who are also doing such experiments.
They are all physical practitioners, and their divine bodies have been polished and tempered for tens of thousands of years. A flick of their arms can shake the sea, and a drop of blood can shatter mountains. But their blood couldn't have such a strange sign like Wu Tie's.
Obviously, Wu Tie is only half-step to the realm of gods, but his body... far exceeds that of these ancestors of the realm of gods with great martial arts qualifications.
Wu Tie took a deep breath, and all the blood that had passed away returned to his body. The huge energy of essence and blood rolled around, and the cracks on the body surface healed quickly. With a wave of his hand, the two Beijing temples flew up to the city wall. Naturally, there were disciples of all races who properly disposed of the heads.
"Wu Ba, who do you think can win this time?" Wu Tie looked at Wu Ba and others on the hilltop a hundred miles away, smiled and waved to them: "Which one of us do you think can win?"
Wu Ba was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled at Wu Tie: "King An, Huo Xiong, is indeed a good man. It's a pity that you are not my great minister, otherwise I would definitely recruit you as my son-in-law... Tsk, it's a pity, it's a pity, you are destined to die. .”
Wu Ba suddenly pulled out his sword and split his throne into two pieces with a single blow.
"According to my decree, if you encounter An Wang Huo Xiong, stay away for the time being... Hehe, wait until all those people in Wei and Qingqiu are slaughtered, then use the might of the country to kill An Wang Huo Xiong."
Wu Ba pointed at Wu Tie and said with a smile: "King An Huo Xiong, you are destined to die. You can kill ten masters of the gods, you can kill a hundred, you can kill a thousand... But I, Da Wu, There are about 4,000 powerful gods entering the battlefield this time, and nearly 100,000 men who are half-stepping into the gods!"
"A hundred thousand men, blessed by the supreme artifact, all have the fighting power of the gods!"
"Can you kill a hundred thousand gods?" Wu Ba shouted loudly: "Can you?"
Wu Tie remained silent.
That blow just now had used all his strength.
Killing ten great martial ancestors with one stick is already the limit that Wu Tie can achieve now.
If he exerted a little more force, if the power of the avenue he gathered lasted for a little longer, his entire body would collapse.
The power and terror of "Yuanshi Jing" are slowly becoming apparent.
But this kind of power and terror... Today's Wu Tie is not strong enough to carry it.
Today's Wu Tie, if the Great Martial God Kingdom really mobilizes a hundred thousand gods to surround and kill, he can kill ten people, a hundred people... but a thousand people are no longer possible...
Facing Dawu, Wu Tie had no confidence in victory.
If you want to fight against Dawu, you must gather the power of Qingqiu and Dawu.
Ten pillars of light soared into the sky in front of Wu Tie, and the flickering divine light cast Wu Tie's shadow on the gate of the military city. The shadow flickered randomly, twisted and ferocious like an evil ghost.
Wu Tie let out a heavy breath.
Wu Tie took out a cloak and wrapped it around his body. He spread his legs and ran towards the distance.
This will be a cruel and bloody battle. When the gods begin to directly intervene in the duel, Wu Tie does not know what the final result of this duel will be.
He can only try his best to win the final victory.
He thought of Lao Tie, Pei Feng, Wu Zhan, Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong, those Wu family men, those Wu family members, and old guys like Wu Yu and Xi Bubai. …
"Wu Ba, I won't lose!"
Wu Tie's roar shook the void.
Wu Ba's face was twisted, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Assemble people to attack the city... massacre the city... In addition, here is an order. When you see An Wang Huo Xiong, teams of less than 100 people are strictly prohibited from fighting with him."
"For now... stay away... let him be rampant for a while."