MTL - Chronicles of Heaven-Chapter 41 Thunder

Before the nine palms and the Red Dragon War, Wu Tie watched the battle in the distance, and could not see the movements of the two.

When the eight palms made a shot, Wu Tie suddenly found out that he still couldn’t see the movements of the eight palms.

Eight palms made a light sigh, and after listening to a straight knife, the eyes of the witch were suddenly black.

The darkness came.

It is dark in all directions.

It seems that the heavens and the earth are wrapped in black mist, and there is no light around.

The heavy darkness is like the essence, and it is collapsed and crushed from all sides. The eyes can't be seen, the ears can't be heard, and through the tight armor, the witch iron can feel the darkness like the sticky and moldy fish skin, thick on his skin.

Every pore seems to be blocked, and it is completely incapable of sensing the outside information.

Even the invisible field of the genius of the genius ‘the control of the shackles’ was suppressed by the heavy darkness to the outside.

Within three feet, Wu Tie can barely sense the movements around him through the invisible force field. It is dark and empty outside the three feet. It is like standing in the innocent dark void, empty and helpless. Feeling fear and despair at the bottom of my heart.

'laugh'!

There was a slap in the darkness.

It was the eight palms that slashed the knife and slashed the neck of the witch.

Wu Tie hurriedly put on the helmet again, and the long gun in his hand swayed an arc to the palm of his hand and blocked it.

The invisible force field sensed that the knife light struck, and the knife light was less than three feet away from Wutie. Rao is the speed of the Wu iron gun, the speed of the eight palms is several times faster. The long gun was almost just mentioned, and the long knife was on the neck of Wu Tie.

A loud noise, Mars splashed.

Eight palms made the blade of the five-foot straight knife flickering in the blood, and the fine pattern on the knife edge suddenly lit up, leaving no trace of the knife edge.

All along, regardless of the sword and the sword, the armor of Wu Tie has a strong posture, any sword touches, or breaks or gaps.

Eight palms make the quality of the straight knife in the hand very good, although it also failed to break the armor of Wu Tie, but it did not hurt it.

A huge force came, Wu Ting neck pain, a sigh of relief in the eyes of the blind, he was beaten backwards and flew out. Even if the sturdy armor is so strong, Wu Tie still feels that his neck is like a knife, and there is **** smell in his throat.

The body has not yet landed, and in the dark it is a few knives that slammed down like lightning.

It is indeed like lightning. At least Wu Moqiang barely sensed the existence of knife light through the invisible force field, but could not dodge or afford to dodge. The knives are as fast as electricity, and the body of Wu Tie is like the leaves in the wind, and the involuntary whirlwinds are smashed.

Mars splashed, and the harsh slashes continued to come.

Wu Tie’s body whirls rapidly, spinning like a windmill, and can’t hold his body.

Eight palms made the cold voice come from the darkness: "Interesting, this armor, as a treasure, is really strong."

In the darkness, Wu Tie screamed in anger and fright.

He judged that he was not the opponent of the three orders, but he did not expect that the strength of the two sides was so great. Feeling the sinking gravity path of his neck, heart, belly, and ribs, if it is not solid, he does not know how many times he died.

"Old iron... I am not their opponent at all!" Wu Tie wanted to open his mouth, but he felt embarrassed and eventually closed his mouth.

The bang of the ‘咚’, the smashing iron hit a large stalagmite.

His body was deeply immersed in stalagmites, and the eight palms were chased up by the bones of the scorpion. The straight knife brought in countless sharp knives, and the thorns were stabbed on Wu Tie. The intensive percussion continued, the body of Wu Tie trembled fiercely, the stalagmites only insisted on a time of breathing, and Wu Tie broke the stalagmites and flew out from behind the stalagmites.

"Mixed...Bastard..." Wu Tie's body hurriedly whirls, his toes suddenly touched the ground, and his fierce feet stood on the ground.

Around the ground, there was a slight tremor, and Wu Tie was forced too hard. The calves below the knees were all deeply immersed in the mud.

Can't see, can't hear, the invisible force field can only cover the body on Wednesday. Witch iron instinctively carried all the power, the rifle brought a sharp break, and a straight forward shot.

Eight palms were hand-held and they were flying from the front of Wu Tie.

The speed of the eight palms is as fast as a ghost. The speed of Wu Tie’s shots is almost to the utmost. Between the lightning and the fire, the rifle almost stabbed the chest of the eight palms.

A smirk, the eight palms are like an invisible and inferior ghost. The body is rotated against the tip of the gun, silently avoiding the pike. He put away a futile knife, and after the body twirled, he came to Wu Tie, and suddenly grabbed the shoulders of Wu Tie.

In the next moment, Wu Tie had not had time to take back the rifle, and he was lifted by the eight palms.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Tie was mentioned by the eight palms at the top of the dome.

"Death!" Eight palms ordered to join the Witch iron ear, a deep, low-pitched drink, and his hands violently forced the iron and iron from the height of several kilometers off the ground.

Wu Tie slammed away from the dark space created by the eight palms. He broke away from the thick darkness and saw the bottom facing his body, a sharp stalagmite. The stalagmites, which are more than a dozen meters long, stretch straight into the sky, like a sharp spear.

The power of the eight palms is extremely strong, and the speed of the witch iron falling from the sky is extremely fast.

Just a breathing room, stalagmites are close at hand.

Witch iron screamed, the invisible force field was fully launched, and the speed of his falling down was drastically slowed down. The air around him squirmed, even pulling a ring of air ripples visible around his body.

A loud bang, Wu Ting slowed down the speed of the fall, he still squatted on the raised stalagmites.

The stalagmites, which are more than ten meters long, are crushed and blown up into countless fist-sized gravels.

Wu Tie's lower abdomen was hit hard by stalagmites. His body was almost folded up. After slamming up seven or eight meters high, he fell to the ground again.

When the pain hit, Wu Tie involuntarily issued a cry. The entire spine is violently oscillated. Witch iron has a feeling that the root canal is almost detached and the entire spine is almost broken.

The spine was violently swayed, and the witch was smashing all over the body and tumbling violently on the ground.

Eight palms made a low smile: "Ignorance of the child, I thought I had an ancient treasure armor, can I let it go? What do you dare to do with my fog knife?"

On the wooden boat, the bones and the father-in-law looked at each other and they took a step forward.

The other two haze knives greeted the two steps at the same time, and they stopped in front of the bones and the public.

Long-lived people are used to exerting their strength and are accustomed to using external forces to achieve their goals.

Apparently looking at the eight palms, they slammed Wu Tie. They wanted to save Wu Tie. The purpose of saving Wu Tie is nothing more than letting Wu Tie continue to struggle with the fog and continue to weaken the strength of the fog knife.

It’s just that the two commanders have seen the intentions of the bones and the fathers, and how could they succeed?

Across the 100-meter-wide river, the two sides are arrogant, and the war may break out at any time.

"The kid, any treasure, is not without cost... Your ancient treasure armor is so powerful, but how many times can it withstand it?" The eight palms made a slap in the air and quickly landed from the sky.

He pulled out a straight knife and slammed out dozens of meters of knife-knife, screaming and screaming at Wu Tie.

On the armor of the witch iron, a very thin stream of light continued to emerge.

As the eight palms said, the armor of Wu Tie’s body has its own limit of defense. Before the fight with Shi Lingqing, this set of armor was too violent and too violent because of the short-term attack, and eventually surpassed the limit it suffered, and fell off from Wu Tie.

The thin streamer emerges, and the knives continue to fall, constantly making a harsh impact.

Wu Tie's body trembled fiercely. He was slashed and his body continued to sink into the ground. In just a few breaths, there was a big pit with a diameter of seven or eight meters and a depth of several meters.

Unexpectedly, the armor of the witch iron began to wriggle.

The attack of the eight palms has reached the limit of the armor defense, which is much more violent than the attack of Shi Lingqing.

The hyperthyroidism melted quickly and turned into a whiteish metal juice that flowed down into a human-sized metal sphere.

"Miao, this baby, it is mine." Eight palms made a low smile, he had already fallen into the air less than ten meters from the ground, shaking his hand and stabbing the heart of Wu Tie.

A few kilometers away, on a small hill, the old iron appeared quietly.

His eyes were bloody, and there was a glimmer of electro-optic flow on his mouth. The slightly open mouth was as strong as the real blood flowing out, as if a great force could erupt from his mouth at any time.

Wu Tie lay on the ground, eight palms fell from the sky, the old iron's mouth slowly opened, the long-awaited amazing attack was about to be ejected, Wu Tie suddenly screamed, his left index finger first phalanx Suddenly lit up.

The pain hit, the left index finger seems to be burned by the fire, and it seems to have become a black hole, and is constantly extracting the flesh and blood of Wu Tie.

In short, at this moment, Wu Tie has an illusion that his left hand is no longer his own. His left index finger is violently twitching, and the entire left arm is uncontrollably bounced, just like a snake before hunting. Leap.

Wu Tie is subconscious, inexplicable, and then gently flicks.

The index finger of the left hand is like a giant scorpion, and the fingertips shatter the air and make a loud bang.

Underestimating the effort, Wu Tie’s left index finger has torn the air, easily surpassing the speed of sound.

The flesh of his fingertips burst, and the force of the pop-up was far beyond the fingertips of his fingertips.

A little bit of blood splattered, and even a piece of extremely fine minced flesh flew out, and Wu Tie’s left index finger shot, which happened to hit the straight knife under the spur.

Eight palms make the straight knife reach more than five feet in length. The blade is wide and **** wide, narrow and sharp, and the blade is full of blood, and there is a very fine blood color line looming on the blade, exudes a suffocating blood color. mango.

This is a weapon of the gods, as one of the command of the fog knife, the arm of the eight palms will naturally not be ordinary goods.

With the great power of the eight palms, this straight knife and the armor of the witch iron collided hundreds of times without any damage. It is known that this straight knife is not only forged, but also cast with extremely precious materials. .

Witch iron fingertips and straight knife hit together.

Wu Tie suddenly found that the first phalanx of his left index finger was violently shocked.

It is like the high-frequency shock of the former Chiyou tooth. The violent shock makes it impossible for Wu Tie to see the shape of the first phalanx.

An extremely sharp impact came.

This sound of percussion was actually made up of tens of thousands of extremely short impact sounds. The first knuckles of Wu Tie violently oscillated, seemingly an understatement of an impact, but in reality, his phalanx was struck by foot. Eight straight orders of tens of thousands of orders.

Hard-hitting, and the straight knife that smashed hundreds of times against the armor of Wu Tie and broke without any damage.

Large pieces of Mars are splashing.

The straight knife is broken, and the biggest piece is the size of the sesame.

Eight palms made his hands light, and he was shocked and screamed subconsciously.

The knife was smashed, and even the handle of one foot in his hand was blown up into pieces.

The fragments of the broken body are still violently oscillating, and the small pieces are constantly disintegrating and constantly breaking.

Wu Tie subconsciously remembered the legend about ‘蚩尤牙’, any gold and iron, touched it. Sure enough, the eight-handed hand of this straight knife is not crushed?

It’s smashed, and Wu Tie sees it...

It was not seen that his naked eyes could not see such subtle changes. It was his invisible field covering his body, which allowed him to see countless pieces of the blade, and a very bright and extremely fine spot of light flowing out like a creek, swallowed by his first phalanx.

To be exact, Wu Tie's left index finger of the first section of the phalanx broke the straight knife of the eight palms, and extracted a lot of essence from the rare weapon of the gods, and greedily swallowed these essences.

A tiny amount of blazing energy ejected from the first phalanx, like a fine needle, tied to the second phalanx of Wuyi's left index finger.

Wu Tie subconsciously glanced at his left index finger.

He instinctively noticed that the second phalanx of his left index finger became stronger.

Not just hardness, not just flexibility, there are other changes that have taken place. Some wonderful changes that Wu Tie can't understand for a while... Even the color of the phalanx has become a deeper glimpse.

Eight palms stunned and looked at the straight knife in his hands.

Wu Tie jumped up, he shouted, his left index finger bent, and then slammed his finger in the middle of the heart of the eight palms.

This attack, Wu Tie exhausted all the power.

His left index finger violently swayed, ‘啪’, and all the flesh and blood of Wu Ting’s entire left index finger exploded and exploded into a small **** fog.

The phalanx with a trace of deep and deep color is like a knife wearing a tofu, and it is easy to pierce the thoracic vertebrae of the eight palms.

Eight palms made a cry, and a blood spurted out, and the black air slammed back. There was a dense crack in his chest, and the finger of Wu Tie directly shattered all the bones on his chest, almost smashing his entire upper body.

"Old eight..." Two knives of the fog knife suddenly turned back.

The bones and the public father laughed violently, slammed into the air and rushed to the two palms.