Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 682: Retreat 3 homes
Wu Tie jumped off the city wall, and the moment he landed, dozens of military generals in front of him retreated at the same time.
The black-haired big man who had just spoken out provocatively waved his left hand, and a fist-sized object flew out suddenly. Wu Tie could see clearly that it was a portable cave house built by the Great Wei Mo family. It looked like a two-story building. Little pavilion.
However, the equipment that Dawei sold to Dawu was high in price and inferior in quality.
The portable cave house used by the Mo family can accommodate tens of thousands of people, but this small pavilion with a faint yellow light can only accommodate a dozen or twenty people inside, and then it can accommodate the internal space. The limit.
With a muffled sound of ‘bang’, ten great ancestors with terrifying aura shattered the small pavilion and appeared in front of Wu Tie out of thin air.
A flat dragon halberd brought a bad wind, accompanied by a harsh dragon roar, which blasted Wu Tie's eyebrows heavily. The beast dragon halberd was entwined with lightning, and black wind and profound ice spewed ragingly. The harsh dragon roar was like a tremor of thousands of thunder, shaking the surrounding sky for a while.
The raid came so violently, Wu Tie still reacted.
It's really these rough guys from Dawu, they don't know how to act.
A dozen or so half-step generals of the God Realm, even if they can borrow the power of the Supreme Sacred Tool, they can have the power of the God Realm, but the ancestors gathered in the military city today are just plain There were hundreds of people, not to mention the ancestors of the thirteen clans who had already taken refuge in Wutie who were hidden in the city.
The combat power of more than a dozen gods, provoking hundreds of gods ancestors face to face?
These rough guys in Dawu are not suitable for this kind of delicate work.
With a crisp sound of ‘ding’, Wu Tie raised his right hand suddenly, his five fingers like an iron hook, firmly buckling the halberd pole of the dragon halberd.
The thick and thin halberd stem of the bowl mouth oscillated violently, and the ancestor Dawu holding a benlong halberd all over his muscles, with blue veins on his forehead, roaring hoarse, blood spurting from his body, and doing his best to move forward. Jabbing.
The halberd pole was bent, Wu Tie's fingers rubbed against the halberd pole violently, splashing a large amount of fire.
Wu Tie slammed his hand sharply, and the Dawu ancestor with the halberd was swung by Wu Tie, and other heavy weapons such as nine spears and long halberds all attacked. They hit each other and made a loud noise.
The Dawu ancestor holding a panlong halberd uttered a painful cry. Wu Tie hurriedly used him as a shield to resist the attacks of the other nine Dawu ancestors. Two of the Dawu ancestors were too late to regain their strength, and their weapons were hit. On my own companion.
The projection clone of Shifang Tu Miejia was smashed into flames, and countless cracks were seen on the armor. The Dawu ancestor holding a dragon halberd spouted out old blood, and was so angry that he cursed.
Wu Tie yelled loudly, holding the dragon halberd in both hands, waving the halberd, and throwing the great ancestor to the ground heavily.
Dozens of mountains near the military city shook at the same time, and there was still a deep crack in the earth, even under the protection of the strong blood of the duel battlefield. The ancestor Dawu holding the beauconian dragon halberd was ripped in armor, and his bones made a harsh cracking sound, and the bones were at least broken into thousands of pieces.
Wu Tie kicked this great ancestor away with a single kick, and the Panlong Halberd in his hand made a harsh whine. He was held tightly by Wu Tie and danced like a windmill, colliding wildly with the other nine heavy weapons. hit.
The impact shook the Qingqiu and Dawei people watching the battle in the military city dizzy. The ancestors of the gods, including Li Guang and Zhao Xiang, stared in shock and looked at Wu Tieyi alone. The power of fighting against the siege of the nine great martial ancestors.
A little guy in the half-step divine realm.
Forcibly carry nine old guys in the divine realm.
Furthermore, those nine old guys are also the backbone of the Great Martial God Kingdom, and their cultivation bases are all above the Third Heaven of the God Realm. After receiving the blessing of Shi Fang Tu Mie Jia, their combat power soars, and they definitely have gods. Fighting power above the fifth heaven.
But Wu Tie, who relied on brute force, caused the nine great martial ancestors to shake, their arms tremble, and they kept moving backwards.
The ten heavy weapons made a harsh whine, and the huge impact made these ten heavenly soldiers unable to withstand the terrible force. Several spears and lances burst into a large number of fragments in the heavy impact. , A large number of tiny cracks appeared on the barrel of the gun.
Wu Tie’s body was gushing with heat, and a bright light behind him rushed thousands of feet high. In the bright light, there were halberds, spears, long sticks, long lances and other weapons. Knock, stab, and various tricks, combining all the ingenuity of all kinds of long weapons.
The Panlong Halberd in Wu Tie's hands is like a real living flood dragon, with horns, teeth torn, claws cracking, tail fluttering... the storm-like attacks enveloped the nine great martial ancestors, Wu Tie's attack. The frequency is actually faster than the total of the other nine people.
"The martial arts... so exquisite?" On the top of the mountain in the distance, under the scarlet banner, Wu Ba, sitting on the throne, stood up in amazement, staring at Wu Tie with his wide-eyed eyes. .
Even the Taishang, who has the longest age and the longest training time, still stays in the Great Martial God and sits here today, they will generally only practice the martial arts corresponding to one weapon in their entire lives.
Like the owner of the Panlong Halberd in Wutie’s hand, this ancestor only practiced the halberd technique all his life, and the other ancestors used the spear if they used the gun, and repaired the halberd if they used it, and used the mace. Of course, he will never practice the relatively light and changeable gun way.
After all, there are only a limited number of heavenly weapons, and innate spiritual weapons are even rarer. Many ancestors have only one magic weapon to take advantage of in their lives. Who would be okay to practice all the weapons of the eighteenth class?
But Wu Tie's performance is really weird.
Looking at the phantoms 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 realm of ‘entering the Tao’ where the ‘God is clear and the gods are manifested’.
If the martial arts reaches the realm of ‘entering the path’, any arbitrary move is accompanied by great power from the heavens and the earth, which can explode ten times, one hundred times more damage in battle.
However, any martial art who really wants to be ‘humane’, a normal god-level ancestor, at least has to spend thousands of years polishing his martial arts, and going through countless **** battles on the battlefield to do it, right?
Wu Tie was young, how did he do it?
"This kind of monster, hey, not to mention that the gods have ordered to punish him, and I can't tolerate him." Wu Ba murmured, stroking the beard of his lower jaw, "Great Martial God Kingdom, can't tolerate such a person. Live, unless it is my own son."
Shaking his head, Wu Ba said in a deep voice: "Pass the order, transfer another man and horse, and level this military city for me."
Wu Tie, who was heading for the nine great martial ancestors, felt that his whole body was hot, and the huge impact made every cell in his body feel a sense of excitement. The tremendous pressure caused him to constantly burst out more powerful resistance.
Longs, spears, long lances, long rods... the profound meaning of all kinds of long weapons slowly flowed through my heart. Suddenly, behind Wutie's body, the shadows of all weapons in the bright light disappeared at the same time, and only one stood upright like the sky. The giant-stick phantom of the pillar flashed past.
Banlongji wailed desperately.
All the mana in Wu Tie's body was injected into the dragon halberd at this moment.
Same as the punch that Wu Tie exploded before.
Same as the sword that Wu Tie exploded before.
At this moment, Wu Tie's hands were tightly holding the Panlong Halberd, as if holding a huge pillar supporting the sky, and smashed it forward with all his strength.
With a loud noise, countless thunder dragons descended from a high altitude, densely washing the mountains around a hundred miles; black horns of hurricanes soared into the sky from the ground, with a stern ghost howl. Rushing high into the sky; the hurricane horned hurricane and the high-altitude blood mist and thick clouds rubbed and collided rapidly, and layers of blue sky fire followed the phantom of the dragon halberd in Wu Tie's hand and rushed to the ground.
The ben dragon halberd shattered and turned into a straight stick shadow.
Wu Tie screamed wildly, behind the womb, on the edge of the projection of the jade disc, on the 84,000 small lotus leaves, a stick shadow flashed past.
The Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth was all integrated into this shot.
Sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, insects and fish, spring thunder and autumn rain...In this rod, there is sword power, sword power, spear power, fist gang... and the roar of hundreds of millions of people. The screams of hundreds of millions of creatures...
One stick, tolerate one world.
The skin and flesh of Wu Tie's arms were torn apart, and a large piece of blood was like magma, spewing high temperature and splashing around.
Wu Tie’s blood fell on the nine warped-faced ancestors of Wu Tie directly opposite, and their skins were scorched, and large pieces of flesh and blood were burned into blue smoke by the blood in Wu Tie’s body. , And penetrated into their bones.
Nine great martial ancestors, as well as the ancestor who was lying on the ground with broken bones and failed to stand up for a long time, no matter which martial art they practiced, their divine births are shaking. , Trembling, their martial arts, and even the principles of heaven and earth, whether it is Thunder, Gangfeng, Xuanbing, and the earth, are shaking and shaking.
The stick shadow shot by Wu Tie hadn't touched their bodies, and their "dao" had begun to shatter.
Their fetus is disintegrating.
Their bodies are crumbling.
With a loud noise, Wu Tie drew heavily to the ground.
A stick shadow rushed out of a hundred miles long, and all the hills along the way were instantly annihilated, leaving a straight mark on the ground with a width of a hundred miles and a depth of ten thousand meters.
The ten great martial ancestors and a dozen great martial generals were wiped out.
Also standing in front of Wu Tie, the heads of hundreds of ancestors of the two countries and generals of the two countries, Wan Duo, were completely intact, floating quietly above the mark.
This stick, so tyrannical.
This great, so gentle.
The ultimate tyranny and gentleness have condensed into this stick. "Kill" and "Save" as you wish, this stick is already very close to the "Way of Heaven".
With this shot, Wu Tie's clothes were torn apart, his arms, his upper body, all the flesh and skin were torn apart, dense cracks covered his whole body, and his body seemed to disintegrate at any time.
He was gasping for breath, spurting blood and sweat from every pore in his body.
A large number of thumb-sized, brightly colored and shiny blood beads suspended around, Wu Tie took a deep breath, these blood beads flowing out of his body were like precious beads, flying back and following. The wound on his body reintegrated into his body.
When these blood beads hit the body, they made a crisp sound.
Wu Ba was shocked, the many Dawu ancestors around Wu Ba were shocked, countless half-step gods and generals of Dawu had their faces twisted, looking at Wu Tie like a ghost.
An unbelieving military commander secretly drew a knife and slapped his arm and thigh.
A large swath of blood spurted out, and they learned the appearance of witch iron, controlling their own blood to congeal into blood beads with magic power, and then **** it back into their bodies.
The sound of their blood hitting their bodies is a muffled sound of'poof' or'ticking'. It is impossible to be like a witch iron. When the blood drop hits the body, it will fall like a big bead and a small bead. "Ding Ding" like a jade plate constantly.
"How can the body of that servant be tempered to such a level?"
It's not just the juniors in the half-step Divine Realm who are secretly trying, at least there are more than two dozen great martial ancestors also doing such experiments.
They are all physical training. Their **** bodies have been tempered for tens of thousands of years. The shaking of their arms can shake the sea, and a drop of blood can break the mountains. But their blood can't have such a strange omen like Wu Tie.
Obviously, Wu Tie is only a half-step divine realm, but his body...far exceeds these great martial veteran divine realm ancestors.
Wu Tie took a deep breath, all the passing blood returned to the body, the huge blood energy rolled, and the cracks on the body surface were quickly healed. With a wave of his hand, the two Jingguans flew up the city wall. Naturally, children of all races handled these heads properly.
"Wu Ba, do you say, who can win this time?" Wu Tie looked at Wu Ba and the others on the mountain a hundred miles away, smiled and waved to them: "Do you think, who of us can win?"
Wu Ba was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed at Wu Tie: "Huo Xiong, King An, really is a good man, but unfortunately, you are not my great military minister, otherwise I will definitely recruit you as my son-in-law... Destined to die."
Wuba drew out his sword abruptly, and slashed his throne into two with a fierce sword.
"Through my will, I ran into King An Huo Xiong, and I will retreat for the time being... Hey, those who have slaughtered Dawei and Qingqiu, use great force to destroy King An Huo Xiong."
Wu Ba pointed at Wu Tie and smiled: "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 my Dawu entered the battlefield this time. There are more than 4,000 gods in the realm of gods, and there are nearly 100,000 erlangs in the half-step gods!"
"Hundred thousand erlangs, with the blessing of the supreme artifact, all have the power of the gods!"
"Can you kill a hundred thousand gods?" Wu Ba shouted: "Can you?"
Wu Tie was silent.
The stick just now has exhausted all his strength.
Killing ten great martial ancestors with one stick is the limit Wu Tie can do today.
If he uses a little more strength, if the power of the great road he gathers lasts for a little longer, his whole body will disintegrate.
The power and horror of the "Yuanshijing" is slowly being highlighted.
But this kind of powerful and terrifying... Today's Wutie doesn't have enough strength to carry it.
Today's Wu Tie, if the Great Martial God Kingdom really mobilizes a hundred thousand gods to encircle and kill, he can kill ten people, a hundred people...but a thousand people is no longer possible...
In the face of Da Wu, Wu Tie has no confidence in victory.
To fight against Dawu, Qingqiu and Dawu must be brought together.
Ten beams of light rose into the sky in front of Wu Tie, and the flickering divine light made Wu Tie's shadow cast on the gate of the military city. The shadow flashed chaotically, twisted and ferocious like an evil ghost.
Wu Tie sighed heavily~IndoMTL.com~ took out a cloak, wrapped her body indiscriminately, and Wu Tie ran away with her legs away.
This will be a cruel **** 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 do his best to fight for the final victory.
He thought of Lao Tie, thought of Pei Feng, thought of witch wars, thought of witch gold, witch silver, and witch bronze, thought of those witch family men, those witch family members, and witch prison and Xi Bubai These old guys...
"Warlord, I won't lose!"
Wu Tie's roar shook the void.
Wuba's face was distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Call in, attack the city... Slaughter the city... In addition, the order, when I saw King Huo Xiong, a team of less than 100 people, it is strictly forbidden to fight him."
"For the time being... retreat... let him run wild for a while."