Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 55: Serious injuries (3)

The bluish-white flames are restrained, and the high temperature that directly vaporized the 21 masters of the heavy-building realm, they were all confined in a space of hundreds of meters in size, without the slightest heat leaking out.

The pale old iron was wrapped in flames, and the flames flowed on his mirror-like outer surface. With a human head and a dog body, he was like a demon from hell, constantly emitting a hideous and triumphant laugh.

In the dome, the palm of the fog knife pulled out his upper body with difficulty.

He grabbed a stalagmite in one hand, leaned his body and looked down. In the bluish white flames, 21 faint traces of human figures were clearly visible on the ground.

In an instant, the high temperature vaporized 21 human bodies, and their bodies left these marks on the rocky ground.

The flames squirmed, these humanoid traces swayed left and right like snake shadows, and there was endless terror in the hideousness.

"Ancient...wonderful things." Master Wudao's palm murmured to himself, with a biting chill and a trace of inexplicable fear in his voice.

Wu Tie rolled over on the ground for a certain distance, and finally stabilized his figure. He jumped up suddenly, holding a spear in his left hand, and drew a huge circle around him.

No one attacked.

All the fog knife killers, as well as their servant soldiers, stayed in place.

Twenty-one high-level fog blades in the high-rise realm vaporized in an instant, including more than four palm orders and disappeared out of thin air.

This caused a great psychological impact on the belonging of the fog knife. They stared blankly at the old iron who was smiling like a devil in the flames, and for a while, no one came to attack Wu iron.

Wu Tie was panting, a piece of hot under the elbow of his left hand, and his flesh and blood seemed to be burning. He forcibly endured the pain from his arm and hurriedly approached in the direction of Lao Tie.

Old Tie walked out of the flames step by step, and with a deep laughter, he and Wu Tie merged smoothly.

The humanoid arm on his back slowly retracted into his body. Old Tie raised his head to look at the Master Palm of the Fog Knife hanging upside down on the dome, and said solemnly: "We have already left...why must we kill them all?"

Shaking his head, Old Tie sighed heavily: "Although this is very hurtful, I have to tell you... the scum of the heavy building realm, with your insignificant power, many years ago , You are just cannon fodder...cannon fodder!"

Tilting his head, he squinted at the stunned fogblade killers, and Old Tie said "pooh" on the ground: "The top scum that is not even qualified for cannon fodder. Who gave you the courage to make you stunned? Come to die?"

After a few laughs, Lao Tie took Wu Tie and walked unhurriedly to the nearest corridor.

Outside the corridor stood a group of fog knives, a group of fully-armed warriors composed of cattle and wolves.

Seeing Lao Tie and Wu Tie constantly approaching, the elite fighters belonging to this group of fog knives were afraid, and subconsciously retreated to both sides.

Mist Knife's total palm makes his face gloomy and looks at Old Iron.

Seeing that the two of them were about to reach the entrance of the tunnel, the total palm of the fog knife said solemnly: "I see, in your arm, there are thirty-six red light spots... You just used twelve Point?"

Old Tie stopped, he raised his head and sneered disdainfully: "You want to try? You can try..."

The Master of the Fog Knife silenced him.

Old Tie stood still, with blood in his eyes, staring coldly at the opponent.

The whole room was silent, only Wu Tie's left arm was trembling slightly, and the fingers that covered the palm again were trembling and the gun barrel kept hitting, making a slight ‘ding’.

The metal essence in the three-handed straight knife is being absorbed by the bones of his arm. The process of fusion of the metal material and the arm, the pain caused by ordinary people is unimaginable. When every bit of metal essence is integrated into the bones, it is like a thousand swords, and at the same time it is as painful as being burned by a steel furnace.

Wu Tie had tried his best to endure it, but couldn't stop the trembling of his arm's natural reaction.

In the eyes of the fog knife, this little doll is obviously afraid.

Why is he scared?

Lao Tie has shown such terrible lethality, and the twenty-one high-level fog knife has just disappeared like this.

Why is Wu Tie afraid of such a powerful lethality?

The eyes of the three senior mist knives who had just attacked Wu Tie with their swords lit up, and their subconscious bodies shook, bringing three wisps of breeze towards Wu Tie and Lao Tie.

The palm of the fog knife was hanging 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 he is afraid...Perhaps, he knows the real combat power of the ancient strange thing like Lao Tie?

Perhaps, they have actually been unable to issue a terrible attack like just now? That kind of bluish white flame seems to be able to burn everything.

The flames gradually disappeared. The ground where the old iron was originally burned was sunken to a depth of one meter. The one-meter-thick rock layer was hardly burned to smoke and disappeared. The 21 figures left on the rock surface were also Disappeared.

The three high-level fog knives approached quickly, and they screamed in a deep and long way. They were still dozens of meters away from Wutie and Laotie. They waved their hands quickly, and they were immediately accompanied by a piercing scream, dozens of blood knives. Rotating quickly, like a round of small blood moons spilling on Wutie and Laotie.

The blood knife of Po Yuan, the lethal power of this magical power is enough to break the armor on Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie didn't dare to neglect, he hurriedly waved his right arm, and blocked the **** moon with the white tiger armguard of his right hand.

Old Tie took a step and used his huge body to help Wu Tie block these Yuan-breaking blood knives. The blood-colored rays of light fell densely, falling on Old Iron's body, making a harsh cutting sound, and at the same time exploding into countless blood-colored light spots.

Old Tie's body remained motionless, and there were no traces on his body.

The broken yuan blood knives of the three senior fog knives did not pose any threat to him at all.

Wu Tie's left hand was still trembling violently, and the flesh under his elbow was burnt by the high temperature. If it hadn't been wrapped in a sealed armor, the smell of barbecue must have drifted far away.

Forcibly enduring the severe pain, Wu Tie gritted his teeth. The fingers trembled violently and kept hitting the barrel of the gun.

The Poyuan Blood Knife fell on the old iron body and made a sharp ‘crunch’ cutting sound, and Wutie’s fingers collided with the gun barrel and made a ‘ding’.

The three high-level blood knives issued nearly a hundred blood knives to Lao Tie in one breath, and they finally stopped, panting for abruptly, and there was a white water vapor on top of their heads that was visible to the naked eye.

Neither supernatural powers nor secret arts, they are all extremely labor-intensive tasks.

There are nearly a hundred blood knives that break the yuan. This is the limit of the three high-level blood knives.

Old Tiefeng Qingyun shook his body lightly. He raised his head and looked at the General Palmer of the Wudao: "It's over? Then, let's go...that site, help us look at it, don't be inside. Nonsense... that's grandpa and me... a place of sadness, a place of remembrance!"

Old Tie turned around and continued to walk towards the nearest corridor with Wu Tie.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters...50 meters...20 meters...

The Master Palm of the Mist Knife hung on the dome finally let out a deep breath: "If you were to leave like this...Where is my Mist Knife's face?"

"The ancient wonders...are they amazing? Although, you seem to be amazing..."

The Master Palm of the Fog Knife gave a sneer, and with a wave of his right hand, two black iron **** the size of a human head flew out and slammed them down at Lao Tie and Wu Tie.

The black iron ball is lacquered, and the surface is densely covered with blood-colored lines.

At first glance, those blood-colored lines clearly formed a huge blood-colored eyeball, especially in the center of the eyeball there was a small hole in which there was faint blood gushing out.

Wu Tie didn't know what it was, he looked at the two iron **** curiously.

Lao Tie suddenly yelled: "Ha, your luck is not bad!"

While speaking, Lao Tie raised one of his front paws, one paw shot Wu Tie flying, and flew into the tunnel with one end.

Zhang Ling of Fog Knife smiled...

His laughter was like ice knives made of ice, and it pierced everyone's ears coldly. All the fog knives belonged to Ji Lingling shivering, all caused by the flame **** released by the old iron just now. Was awakened by the psychological shock.

"Kill!" The General Palm of the Fog Knife snorted coldly: "Ancient wonders, as expected, they still have to be dealt with by the ancient wonders."

His body suddenly became translucent, and then melted into the air.

In the next moment, the Master Palm of the Fog Sword spanned thousands of meters, appeared in front of Wu Tie out of thin air, and slashed it at Wu Tie with a face.

Wu Tie raised his left hand subconsciously, and the palm protector on his palm receded like running water, revealing his palm with fleshy skin and bones everywhere. In the open wound on his palm, there was a faint flicker of dark fire, and a pungent burnt smell permeated the air.

The taste is like a cook with very poor craftsmanship making braised pork, and the result is the smell of a pot of coke.

The total palm of the fog knife made a sneer, the knife was as polished as a horse, and continued to chop it down with a trace of blood.

When the light of the knife fell, the total palm of the fog knife made a large black mist coiled behind him, faintly visible a hideous face and muscle knotted inhuman demon **** standing on top of the sky, holding a large mountain in both hands and dancing vigorously.

In the hands of the demon god, the mountain was like a stone, and he was tossed it up from time to time...Lao Gao.

Hercules magic... This is the magical power of the Master Commander of the Mist Blade.

This sword is a full blow from the Master Palm of the Fog Blade. Not to mention that Wu Tie has taken off the palm of his hand. Even if he is wearing a complete armor, he is confident that Wu Tie will be slapped in two.

Because he is a ‘fog knife’, he stabs it at will, and the power is equivalent to the power of the broken blood knife issued by the ordinary fog knife palm.

The sword was as light as electricity, and it slashed heavily in Wutie's palm.

The scum of flesh and blood remaining on Wu Tie's palm exploded, revealing the dull metal-colored finger bones. His phalanx vibrated violently, especially the first phalanx of his left index finger, which vibrated rapidly at a very high frequency.

'ding'!

An extremely long impact sound was heard, and the total palm of the fog knife caused the straight knife in his hand to be knocked out by Wu Tie's finger with a thumb-sized gap.

The fragments of the falling blade exploded, and the gap of the blade was densely packed with cracks like spider webs.

Wu Tie's left index pointed forward, and there was another piercing "ding" sound.

The straight knife of the Fog Knife Master Palm Ring broke apart, just like the straight knives in the hands of the three Fog Knife high-level officials, and the same as the straight knife in the hands of the Fog Knife Nine Palms Ring that day, it exploded into countless extremely thin pieces. Fragments.

A large swath of light invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people spouted from the straight knife, like a firefly that found a nest, whistling and flying into the first phalanx of Wutie's left index finger. A flame more than a foot high lit up Wu Tie's palm, and the dark flame emitted a terrible heat.

The total palm of the fog knife distorted Qing Zhu's face, his eyes widened, and he looked at the broken sabre in disbelief.

This straight knife is not only his saber, but also a symbol of the power of the entire killer organization of the "Fog Knife".

This knife is comparable to the Jade Seal of a country to the Fog Knife Organization.

Mist Knife's palm made the Adam's apple squirm abruptly. He vomited a big mouthful of blood with a'wow', staring straight at the fragments that the straight knife broke and exploded, and he was completely stiff there for a while. .

Wu Tie’s eyes turned black with pain, a large piece of flesh and blood on his palm was burnt to pieces, and his phalanx, metacarpal bones, and forearm bones seemed to be melting as severely painful.

He screamed, and slapped the flaming left palm on the chest of the head of the fog knife.

The total palm of the fog knife caused the clothes on the chest to be burned to the ground, exposing large pieces of flesh. Wu Tie's palm was like a red-hot soldering iron, burning a large area of ​​flesh and snarling, and the pain made the palm of the fog knife hiss and roar.

In the sound of ‘huhu’, Master Wudao’s palms raised his palms.

The palms are like knives, and like a heavy axe held tightly by the troll gods, they slammed the witch iron's chest one after another.

In the mist behind the Master Palm of the Fog Knife, the hideous Demon God roared up to the sky, and the armor on the front of Wutie's chest made a loud noise. Streams of light flashed rapidly. Seeing that the armor was sunken, a large number of cracks appeared on the surface.

This armor is just a material stored in the ancient **** barracks for the big iron, a ‘roughly made’ non-standard armor.

For ordinary fog knife killers, this armor is indestructible. But to a master like the Master of Fog Blade, this layer of armor is just a little stronger iron skin.

A terrifying force struck, and a large piece of flesh and blood on Wu Tie's chest was shattered layer by layer by sheer violence.

Wu Tie screamed, he didn’t know where the inspiration came from. He waved his right hand fiercely, and in the white tiger’s armband that the white tiger cracked, a two-foot-four-inch long popped out. The white tiger cracked the spear head.

The spear head shaped like a dagger swiftly, with a very faint tearing sound, it cuts across the chest of Fog Knife Chief Palm Ling.

The Master Palm of the Fog Knife turned a blind eye to the white tiger crack coming from the sideways. His palms suddenly added a force, and he wanted to shock Wu Tiesheng to death here with a single blow.

The palm is wide~IndoMTL.com~ The white tiger cracks more than two feet long swept across.

Mist Knife's Master Palm Ling roared, and the Hercules phantom roared and jumped in the fog behind him, and a thick layer of black scales suddenly appeared on his arms.

This is an additional attribute of Hercules magic. Black scales can greatly increase the physical defense of the Fog Sword Master Palm.

This layer of black scales can hardly be broken even by a master of the same level as the Fog Knife Master Palm holding a sharp weapon.

Bai Huqian swept past lightly, with a very slight ‘pouch’ sound, and the left arm of the master palm of the fog knife was blown off by the elbow.

The pain struck, and the total palm of the fog knife looked at Wu Tie in horror, and his right hand did not continue to bombard Wu Tie. There was a shadow all over his body, a large gust of wind swelled, and he retreated at full speed.

The white tiger cracked across the chest of the Master Palm of the Fog Knife, and brought a large spring of blood on his chest. The Master Palm of the Fog Knife caused at least seven or eight ribs to be swept off.

The Master Palm of the Fog Knife roared, and a burst of blood spurted from his mouth, which pierced Wu Tie's right chest fiercely.