MTL - Chronicles of Heaven-Chapter 55 Serious injury (3)

The blue-white flame is restrained, and the high temperature that directly evaporates the twenty-one heavy building masters is actually confined in a space of several hundred meters in size, without any heat.

The pale old iron was wrapped in flames, and the fire flowed on his smooth, mirror-like outer surface. He was like a demon from hell, and he continued to make smug laughter.

In the dome, the fog knife always made it difficult to pull out his upper body.

He grabbed a stalagmites in one hand and leaned over to look down. In the blue and white flames, twenty-one blurred humanoid traces are clearly visible on the ground.

Twenty-one human bodies were vaporized in an instant, and their bodies left these marks on the rocky ground.

The flames squirmed, and these humanoid traces swayed like snakes and shadows, and there was endless horror.

"Antiquity ... strange things." The general knife of the fog knife whispered to himself, the sound of the chill in the voice and a hint of inexplicable fear.

Wu Tie rolled over a distance on the ground, so it was easy to stabilize his figure. He jerked up and held a long gun in his left hand, and he made a great circle around him.

No one is attacking.

All the fog knife killers, as well as their servant soldiers, all stayed where they were.

Twenty-one heavy foggy knives at the top of the building were instantly vaporized, including more than four orders, so they disappeared out of thin air.

This caused a great psychological impact on the fog knife. They looked at the old iron in the flames like a demon god, and no one actually attacked Wu Tie.

Wu Tie gasped, and the left hand was hot under the elbow, and the flesh and blood seemed to be burning. He resisted the pain of his arm and quickly approached the old iron.

The old iron stepped out of the flame step by step, accompanied by a low laugh, he and Wu Tie smoothly merged.

The humanoid arm on the back slowly retracted into the body, and the old iron looked up at the general knife of the fog knife hanging upside down on the dome. Shen Sheng said: "We have left... Why must we kill it?"

Shaking his head, the old iron sighed deeply: "Although this is very hurtful, I have to tell you... the slags of the heavy building, you have this insignificant power, many years ago, you just Cannon fodder... cannon fodder!"

Squatting, glanced at the stunned fog knife killer, and the old iron slammed to the ground: "The top **** that is not qualified for cannon fodder. Who gives you the courage to let your eyes come and die ?"

Laughter a few times, the old iron with a witch iron, step by step to the nearest pass.

Outside the martyrdom stands a group of foggy knives, a group of fully armed cattle and wolves mixed warriors.

Seeing that the old iron and the Wu iron are constantly approaching, the elite warriors belonging to this group of fog knives face fear one by one, and subconsciously withdraw from both sides.

The general knife of the fog knife looked at the old iron with a gloomy face.

Seeing that the two are almost going to the ramp, the fog knife always screams: "I saw that there are thirty-six points in the red light in your arm... You just used twelve?"

The old iron stopped, he looked up, sneered with disdain: "Do you want to try? Can try..."

The fog knife always ordered silence.

The old iron stood still in the same place, and the blood was shining in the eyes, staring at each other coldly.

Silently, only Wu Tie’s left arm trembled slightly, and the fingers that re-covered the palms trembled and the guns continually collided, giving a slight ‘叮叮’ sound.

The metal essence in the three-handed straight knife is being absorbed by the bones of his arms. The pain caused by the fusion of the metal material and the arm is unimaginable to ordinary people. Every time the metal essence is integrated into the bones, it looks like a thousand knives, and it is as painful as burning in a steelmaking furnace.

Wu Tie has endured hard, but can't stop the trembling of the natural reaction of the arm.

Falling in the eyes of the fog knife, this little doll is clearly afraid.

Why is he afraid?

The old iron has already shown such terrible lethality that the twenty-five high-level knives have disappeared directly.

Such a powerful lethality, why is Wu Tie still afraid?

The three high-level scorpions, who had just slashed their swords and attacked Wu Tie, lit up, and their subconscious bodies shook, bringing up the three breeze to the Wutie and the old iron.

The fog knife always hangs upside down on the dome, and he also noticed the swaying left arm of Wu Tie.

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 power of the ancient iron this ancient object?

Perhaps they have been unable to issue a terrible attack like that? The blue-and-white one seems to burn all the flames.

The flames gradually disappeared, and the ground where the old iron was located was burnt down to a depth of one meter. The one-meter-thick rock formation was burned out by the hard-burning, and the twenty-one figures that had remained on the rock surface disappeared.

The three high-level fog knives quickly approached, and they screamed in a low voice. They were dozens of meters away from Wutie and Laotie. They waved with both hands, and suddenly accompanied by shrill screams, dozens of broken blood knives whirl It is like a round of **** moons falling from Wutie and Laotie.

Broken Yuan blood knife, this magical power is enough to break the armor of Wu Tie.

Wu Tie did not dare to neglect. He hurriedly waved his right arm and used his right hand white tiger arm guard to block the **** moon.

The old iron took a step and used his huge body to help the Wushu block the broken blood knife. A series of **** rays fell intensively, and the old iron's body made a harsh cutting sound, and at the same time it exploded into countless blood spots.

The old iron body did not move, and there was no trace on his body.

The three blood knife at the top of the fog knife did not pose any threat to him.

Wu Tie’s left hand is still shaking violently. The flesh below the elbow is burnt with high temperature. If it is not wrapped with a sealed armor, the taste of the barbecue must have drifted away.

Forcing the pain, Wu Tie bit his teeth. The fingers trembled fiercely and continually collided with the gun.

The broken blood knife fell on the old iron and made a sharp ‘嘎吱’ cutting sound. Wu Tie’s fingers and the guns collided together to make a ‘叮叮’ crisp sound.

The three blood knives sent a nearly one hundred broken blood knife to the old iron in one breath. They finally stopped their hands and gasped, and there was a white steam that was visible to the naked eye.

It is also extremely laborious to use magical powers or secret techniques.

Nearly a hundred broken blood knife, this is the limit of the three blood knife high-level.

The old iron wind shook his body lightly, and he looked up at the general command of the fog knife: "Is it finished? Then, let's go... that site, help us look good, don't be fooled inside... That is my grandfather...the sad place, the memorial place!"

The old iron turned and took Wu Wu to continue to the nearest ramp.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters... fifty meters... twenty meters...

The general knife of the fog knife hanging on the dome finally gave a deep breath: "If it is, let you go so far... What is the face of my fog?"

"The ancient wonders... is it amazing? Although, you look like a great look..."

The general knife of the fog knife sneered, and his right hand waved, and the two black iron **** of the size of the human head flew out, and the heavy iron and the iron were smashed down.

The black lacquered black iron ball is covered with a **** grain on the surface.

At first glance, those **** lines clearly formed a huge **** eyeball, especially in the center of the eyeball, there is a small hole in it, there is a faint blood.

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

The old iron slammed loudly: "Hah, you are not bad luck!"

As he said, the old iron raised a front paw, and a paw flew the witch iron and flew into the ramp.

The general knife of the fog knife smiled...

His laughter is like a skate made of ice, coldly plunged into everyone's ears, all the fog knives belong to the spirit of the chill, all from the psychological impact of the flames of the old iron. Was awakened.

"Kill!" The knife of the fog knife screamed coldly: "The ancient things, it really depends on the ancient things to deal with."

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

In the next moment, the general rule of the fog knife straddles the kilometer, appearing in front of the witch iron out of thin air, and smashing the sword into the face.

Wu Tie raised his left hand subconsciously, and the palm of his hand receded like a running water, revealing the palm of his hand that opened his skin and exposed his bones everywhere. In the crack that cracked on his palm, the faint glimmer of fire flashed, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burntness.

The taste, like the poorly crafted cook, made braised pork, and the result was a breath of coke.

The knives of the knives were sneer, and the knives were as good as the ones, and they continued to smash with a trace of blood.

When the knife light fell, the fog knife always ordered a large black mist around the body, faintly visible, a face that was born with a face, the body of the muscles of the non-devil gods stood on top of the ground, hands holding a mountain in the force to dance.

In the hands of the demon god, the mountain is like a stone, and he is thrown up from time to time by his old high...

Hercules magic... This is the supernatural power of the fog knife.

This knife is the full blow of the general knife of the fog knife. Don't say that Wu Tie has already taken off his hand, even if he is wearing a complete armor, he is confident that he will be a knife.

Because he is a 'fog knife', he arbitrarily cuts out the power, and the power is equal to the power of the ordinary blood knife.

The knife is as light as electricity, and it is heavy on the palm of Wu Tie.

A little bit of flesh and blood residue left on the palm of Wu Tie blew open, revealing a dull and sleek metal porphyry. His phalanx violently swayed, especially the first phalanx of his left index finger, which was shaking at a very high frequency.

'Ding'!

The extremely long crash came, and the knife of the fog knife made the straight knife in the hand smashed a thumb-sized gap by Wu Tie's finger.

The chipping fragments of the caving blasted open, and the cracks in the vicinity of the blade were densely cracked like spider webs.

Witch iron's left hand food points to the front point, and it is a shrill ‘叮’ sound.

The straight knife of the general knife of the fog knife was broken, and it was the same as the straight knife in the hands of the three high-level fog blades. It was also blown into countless fine fragments with the straight knife of the hand of the fog knife.

A large piece of ordinary light that is invisible to the naked eye is ejected from a straight knife, like a firefly that finds a nest, and whistling into the first phalanx of Wu Tie's left index finger. Wu Tie’s palm ignited a high flame, and the dark flame gave off a terrible heat.

The generality of the knives twisted the face of Qing dynasty. He stared at him and looked at the broken sabre with incredulity.

This straight knife is not only his sabre, but also the symbol of the entire killer organization of the 'fog knife'.

This knives for the organization of the fog knife is comparable to the passing of a country.

The general knife of the fog knife squirmed a bit, and he vomited a large amount of blood. He stared straight at the fragments of the straight knife and collapsed. It was completely stiff at the moment.

Witch iron pain is black in front of the eyes, a large piece of flesh and blood on the palm of your hand is burnt, and the phalanx, metacarpal bones, and small arm bones seem to be as painful as melting.

He groaned, and the burning left palm slapped on the chest of the fog knife.

The general knife of the fog knife made the chest clothes burnt and smashed, revealing a large piece of flesh. Wu Tie's palm is like a red iron, burning a large piece of fleshy 嗤嗤 嗤嗤 , , , , , , , 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾 雾

In the sound of ‘whistling’, the knives always slap their palms.

The palms are like a knife, and they seem to be the heavy axe clenched by the troll god, one by one and kneel on the wolf iron chest.

The fog knife always ordered the fog behind him, and the sly demon snarled in the sky. The armor of the witch iron slammed into a huge bang, and the streamer flashed rapidly. As the scorpion sagged down, there were a lot of cracks on the surface.

This armor is only the material stored in the ancient iron barracks of the big iron, and the non-standard armor of the ‘crude.’

For ordinary fog knife killers, this armor is indestructible. But for the master of the fog knife, this layer of armor is just a slightly stronger metal.

The horror of the horror came, and the large flesh and blood of the witch iron chest was shattered by pure violence.

Wu Tie screamed, he did not know where the sudden inspiration, his right hand swayed, white tiger cracked white tiger guard arm, '唰' popped up a two-foot four-inch white tiger crack gun head.

The shape of the short sword is so fast that it cuts the past with the fine tearing sound to the chest of the fog knife.

The general manager of the fog knife had a blind eye to the white tiger who had come across the shackles. He had a strong force on his palms and wanted to strike Wu Zheshengsheng here.

The palm is wide, and the two-foot-long white tiger cracks across.

The general knife of the fog knife slammed, and behind him, the **** of the gods screamed and screamed, and his arms violently gave birth to a thick black scale.

This is an added attribute of Hercules magic, and the black scale can greatly enhance the physical defense of the fog knife.

This layer of black scales, even with the master of the same level of the knife, is also difficult to break open.

The white tiger's cracks were overwhelmed, and ‘噗嗤’ was extremely slight. The left arm of the knife was always struck by the elbow.

The pain hit, the fog knife always looked at the witch iron with horror, and the right hand refused to continue to kill the witch iron, the whole body brought up a residual image, swaying a large gust of wind, exhausted at full speed.

The white tiger smashed the knives and swept the chest, and brought a large blood spring on his chest. The knives always had at least seven or eight ribs swept away.

The general knife of the fog knife slammed, and a **** spurt in his mouth ran through the right chest of Wu Tie.