Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 54: Kill the robbery (two)
Outside the Thousand Fish City Wharf, several huge wooden rafts float on the water.
Several stone giants seven or eight meters in height shouted loudly, paddling the wooden row 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 were killed in the tribe of stone giants raised by the fog knives. These little giants, who are still a little short of adulthood, but with considerable combat power, were naturally recruited by the Fog Knife.
They are extremely powerful. Every time they stroke the special wood pulp, the raft will slid forward for a long distance.
Soon they came to the entrance of the Yinhe River. Several high-level fog knives with cloaks on their bodies screamed in a low voice, and at the same time, they unwrapped the small pieces of three-square-footed metal wire from their wrists. net.
After chanting several incantations in a low voice, several senior fog knives bit the tips of their tongues at the same time, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the small net.
These pitch-black nets immediately spewed out a large black mist, accompanied by a harsh "hiss" sound, a total of six nets rose into the sky, and a breathing room turned into a large net with a diameter of hundreds of meters, and then Spitting black smoke and violent wind, he threw himself into the lake with a whirr.
Six small nets overlap each other, tightly sealing the entrance of Yinhe River.
The wisps of dark light swam back and forth on the extremely thin, extremely dense black metal wire, and a large fish with a body length of seven or eight meters suddenly rushed out of the Yin River and rushed towards the lake with its head full.
The big fish hit the **** net, and its body was cut open silently, and finally turned into pieces of sesame-sized minced meat, mixed with blood and floated on the lake.
"Liuyin Slaughter Demon Net...Hey, hey, this secret realm is now completely my fog knife." A fog knife high-level wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled triumphantly.
"The dust hasn't settled yet... you have to kill the little boy and the'human head dog' wonder." Another senior mist knife took a deep breath, and then turned into a violent wind towards Wu Tie, Lao Tie flew away from the besieged direction.
Several fog knives high-levels laughed, and then turned into a violent wind, or turned into a black mist and flew away.
Several stone giants sit on the wooden row and stroke the special throwing axes in their hands with expressionless faces. Their task is to seal the entrance of the Yin River and prevent any outsiders from entering the Yin River below.
Those who dare to approach, kill without mercy!
A trace of earthy-yellow breath constantly seeps from the bottom of the lake, continuously passing through the deep lake and injecting into the bodies of these stone giants. The aura of the stone giants is long and heavy, their auras are connected as one, thick mist gushes out from their pores, and a small earthy yellow mountain is looming in front of them.
The magical powers used by their elders in slaying the dragons originated in the same vein.
This is the'Five Ding Mountain Method', a bloodline magical power of the earth attribute. As long as it is a stone giant with a pure enough blood, they will naturally master this offensive and defensive, powerful magical secret technique.
Wu Tie and Lao Tie face the Master Commander of the Fog Sword.
Old Tie didn't say a word, just grinned and grinned.
Behind the Master Palm of the Fog Knife, one after another, the top of the Fog Knife in cloaks continued to appear.
They may not have the title of'Palm Command', but they are definitely masters of the'Palm Command' level, that is, masters of the'Chonglou Realm', and they are all masters who have mastered supernatural powers.
After a few breaths, the total palm of the fog knife caused eighteen high-level fog knives to emerge in a row.
In a short while, the six high-level fog knives who had just gone to seal the entrance of the Yin River on the lake also rushed over, and the total number of masters behind the fog knives reached 24.
"Are you trying to kill people?" Old Tie didn't speak, Wu Tie drew out his spear, lay it across his waist, and took a step forward.
"The mouth of a dead person is the most reliable." Chief Wudao put down his hood, revealing his clear face: "Of course, there is another choice. If you worship me as a teacher..."
"Unwilling." Wu Tie interrupted Wu Tie's words neatly and neatly: "You... are not a good person, so I don't want to."
The blood in Old Iron's eyes dimmed for a while, and he rolled his eyes towards the sky and made a motion of rolling his eyes.
"I'm not a good person?" Mr. Wudao smiled. He shook his head and said: "It's such an innocent and cute baby. These days, there are people who use'good people' and'bad people' to determine their own words and deeds. Behavior...really, naive...naive enough to be stupid."
Taking a deep breath, the total palm of the fog knife said solemnly: "I occupy the secret realm. I can feed the millions of people who depend on the fog knife and let them live safely...I am Are you bad guys?"
Wu Tie was stunned, he was held back by the words of the Master Commander of the Mist Blade, and he was unable to respond effectively.
Old Tie coughed, and he said solemnly: "Enough, bullying the little doll with words, you can't show your skills... You have a hundred excuses for not letting us leave, and we also have to leave. Ten thousand reasons...everyone has their own position, so...why are you talking nonsense?"
"Lao Jianghu!" Wudao's general palm command admired Lao Tie and gave a thumbs up: "It really is Lao Jianghu, this is a bachelor, straightforward, I like it."
Laughing loudly, the thumb of Fog Knife General Palm Lingbi suddenly lit up, his thumb swelled strangely to the length of a foot, and the thickness of his fist.
A smear of blood spurted from his swollen thumb, and the next moment the blood mist splashed, and the blood condensed into a scarlet scimitar with a length of a ruler, with a piercing screaming sound towards Wu Tie’s neck Rotating quickly and slashing over.
The blood-colored knife light was almost at its extreme, and the distance between the two sides was close. The blood-colored knife light almost smashed into Wu Tie's face as soon as it appeared.
Fortunately, these days, Wutie’s foundation-building practice has made some breakthroughs. His five senses and six senses have become more agile, and his movements have become more agile. He subconsciously raised his right hand and blocked the white tiger's arm guard in front of the door.
The Po Yuan Blood Knife whizzed and slashed on the White Tiger's armguards.
Bloodlight splashed, the armguards were not damaged, but a terrible force came, Wu Tie grunted, the internal organs vibrated violently, a mouthful of blood spurted out, blood splashed in the fully enclosed helmet, and his vision was blocked. Living.
Juli smashed Wutie into the air. He flew backwards, swung an arc and flew out more than two hundred meters, and fell into the hands of a large group of fog knives behind.
Countless straight knives, big axes, and maces from all directions smashed down like raindrops, and there were even a few special mountain mines used by fog knife archers to bomb dragons.
Wu Tie was beaten and rolled around on the ground, making it impossible to stand up for a while.
The mountain thunder exploded. Although he could not explode Wu Tie's tight armor, he still shook his internal organs continuously, and he almost vomited out several times.
Old Tie snorted coldly, and rushed towards the head of the fog knife.
The two rows of white and miserable big teeth splashed with thunder, and the thunder was like water, accompanied by the harsh electric light burst.
The Master Palm of the Fog Knife made him stand still. With a wave of his left hand, a cloud of black mist sprayed out, forming a hexagonal shield in front of him. The shield formed by the black mist was thick and solid, and despite the bombardment of thunder, the mist inside the shield rolled, unwavering at all.
He grabbed into the cloak with his right hand, and a cold light shot out. A straight knife with a slightly curved blade spouted a several-meter-long knife gang, splitting it fiercely with a harsh whistle. Old Tie's body.
Amid the harsh impact, the old iron body was splashed with sparks, and the fog knife's palm made a knife smash dozens of meters away.
Old Tie’s four feet stretched out sharp and long claws, and the four claws caught deeply into the rock on the ground. His body was split and pushed to one side, and the claws ripped apart the long rock formations. Rift.
"Hercules magic...a lot of strength." Old Tie stared at the Master Palm of the Fog Knife, and sneered: "Little bastard, in the past, grandpa, I stared, you can be stunned to death by **** like you. Ten thousand."
"Perhaps?" Master Wudao brought dozens of afterimages and rushed towards the old iron: "The hero doesn't mention the courage of the past... You are weak now, so don't say these things... even if you are bones. No matter how strong it is, how much can you stop me?"
The total palm of the fog knife made the body shape like the wind, and brought countless afterimages to spin around the old iron rapidly.
Cold rays of cold light continued to cleave with a harsh whistling sound, and the light of the knife continued to fall on the old iron like snow, and large swaths of sparks splashed all over the old iron. The old iron was slashed like a small sampan in a hurricane.
I don't know how many heavy chops and slashes he has endured. Finally, Lao Tie's footing is unstable, and he knelt down on all fours and one limply.
Mist Knife General Palmer let out a laugh, he suddenly stopped, and suddenly turned over and sat on Lao Tie's back, with both hands violently pressing Lao Tie's head: "Surrender...or, die! "
The Master Palm of the Fog Knife caused a heavy pressure to gush out from his body. His arms bulged with blue veins, and a huge force blasted down. He wanted to use violence to force the old iron to deter him.
In the next instant, the total palm of the fog knife caused a hysterical howl, and his clear face was distorted, turning into a hideous ghost like an evil spirit.
He took up a large afterimage, a thick layer of black smoke wrapped his body, he let out an unhuman howl, soared straight into the sky, and hit the dome hundreds of meters high. , Half of his body was submerged in the hard rock formation.
Several stalagmites were shaken, and all the stalagmites broke off and fell down.
It fell along with it, and it was a little dazzling, mixed with a smell of blood.
Old Tie gave a weird smile. On his back, a metal palm that was several times larger than the palm of an ordinary person was stuck there abruptly, and a finger was as thick as an ordinary person's. Several times the metal **** pierced straight into the sky.
Bai was miserable, and there was a few drops of blood sticking to the **** with a faint electric light flowing.
The blood slid down the smooth, mirror-like fingers, and landed on Old Iron'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 behind.
"Any trick, no matter he is noble or mean, as long as it can kill the enemy, it is an effective trick."
Lao Tie straightened his body, raised his head and looked at the fog knife with half of his body embedded in the dome, and laughed loudly: "Ancient secret technique, a thousand-year kill... a thousand-year kill, a thousand-year unforgettable...Hey, Are you happy?"
The voice of the master palm of the fog knife came from high above, cold and cold, like a pig-killing knife just pulled out after being frozen in ice.
"Kill...Kill...Kill...Ling Chi crushed them!"
The last few words of the Master's Palm of the Fog Blade were almost hysterically roared. Along with his roar, perhaps due to the relationship between the blood veins expanding and blood flow speeding up, another strand of blood floated down in the air.
Twenty-four senior members of the Fog Knife screamed in unison. They either turned into afterimages, or turned into violent winds, or turned into black fog, and rushed towards the old iron with howls.
Hundreds of meters away, Wutie was surrounded by a large group of fog knife killers and servant soldiers. He was crushed and slashed on the ground, unable to stand up at all.
Suddenly there was a long roar, and the killer and warrior trapped Wutie scattered around at the same time. Among the twenty-four fogblade high-levels, three of them turned into shadows and rushed towards Wutie.
The straight knives in their hands were shining with a faint light, and runes loomed on the blade's blade, and the three cold lights brought the cold air to Wu Tie's body as fast as lightning.
They chopped down along with them, and the secret magical power of their fog knife, "Blood Knife Broken Yuan"!
The three straight knives turned into three electric lights, and the **** scimitars formed by the three blood qi flew in the air, and they were in front of Wu Tie in an instant.
I was beaten on the ground just now. Although my skin was not injured, my internal organs were shaken in pain. Wu Tie roared in annoyance, and he raised his right arm guard to face the **** rays of the three blood sabers.
At the same time, the palm of his left hand spread, and the five fingers of his left hand oscillated violently, especially the frequency of the first phalanx of the index finger oscillated several times faster than the other metacarpal bones, bringing a buzzing sound to the three handles. The straight sword greeted him.
'Ding Ding Ding' made three crisp sounds, and the three straight knives were shattered by Wu Tie's fingers.
The fingers of Wu Tie's left hand were chopped to blood and blood, but the bones of the fingers were not damaged.
A group of dark light wrapped his left hand, and a little bit of light invisible to the naked eye was ejected from the crushed straight knife, which turned into three light streams and was swallowed by the first phalanx of Wu Tie's left index finger.
A stream of heat poured in along the palm of the hand, gradually converging on Wu Tie's forearm bone.
The color of the forearm bones gradually deepened. At the same time, three blood lights fell on Wutie's right armguard. The huge impact force made Wutie spin quickly on the ground, and the armor rubbed against the stone ground. A large fire light slid back.
The three senior fog knives stared at the remaining hilt in their hands in amazement.
The sound of "Crack" was endless, the essence in the knife handle was swallowed by the witch iron finger bones, and the knife handle quickly disintegrated, turning into a thin iron filings to drip from their fingers.
The palm of the fog knife with half of the body embedded in the dome made hysterical roars, and kept roaring ‘kill’!
Old Tie grinned as he looked at the twenty-one high-level Fog Knife rushing in front of him.
"Kill...this word~IndoMTL.com~I like it!"
Two **** of electric light flowed on his back, two long human-shaped arms gushing out of the electric light, and with the faint chirping sound, the surface of the mirror-like mirror-like arm actually cracked with countless tiny cracks, piece by piece. The armor pieces of the dragon scales turned up one after another.
Under these nail pieces are dense pores that look like a honeycomb. Most of the pores are empty and nothing else. Only thirty-six finger-thick pores, with a faint red, ominous glow spewing out. .
In the sound of ‘pupu’, twelve weird objects shaped like arrows ejected from the pores.
The speed of these ‘crossbow arrows’ is extremely fast, spurring a mysterious arc to shoot forward, and instantly covering 21 high-level fog knives rushing from all directions.
Subsequently, there was an explosion that didn't make much noise, but the sound and light effects were terrifying.
Every crossbow arrow exploded, and the bluish-white flames swept across a radius of tens of meters, and within a few hundred meters of Lao Tie, there was a **** of flames.
Twenty-one senior fog knives vaporized directly in this flame.