Chronicles of Heaven

Wu Tieyan looked at the shots of the six life-skilled masters around the old knife wind.

They used a six-handed scimitar that was almost identical to the **** scimitar of the old knife wind.

Obviously, the old knife-shaped machete is genuine, and the six-handed machete they use is just a replica. Whether it is from the material or the casting method, these six-handed machete are weak.

However, their seven knives seem to constitute a very mysterious knife array.

Six knives with a poor quality of the machete have formed a resonance with the **** machete of the old knives.

Driven by the **** machete of the old knife wind, under the blessing, the power of the seven knives is strengthened, and each knife is degraded. The next knife must be three points stronger than the previous one.

Desa had just been able to easily resist the slashing of these knives, but after the knife fell thousands of times, Desa's movements became much slower, and his snoring became weak.

"Unfair... Unfair... The injury of Desa adults has not healed... You can't join forces to deal with the seriously injured Desa adults."

Desa frantically waved the long tail, and the sparkling black tail hooks brought a sharp black light, and the knives of the knife continually collided with each other, making a sharp, harsh sound.

The old knife snorted and laughed. The more he tried hard to spur the knife, the knives of the sky were like a meat grinder, and he was so busy that he was trapped in the middle.

What is fair?

Blood curving knives are not a decent name. They do a lot of murder and arson, and they are better at fighting more. The best thing is to play more and less. The best thing is to besiege and attack... Who is fair to you?

In the black snake domain, there is only life and death, and there is no fairness.

"Get out together and get rid of this guy." The old knife screamed loudly: "Kill him and avenge the dead brothers... This ancient creature, their flesh and blood, can have miraculous effects."

The face of the old knife wind is full of blood, and he is very excited. "Everyone has a piece of meat, and they can't break through a realm. What good thing?"

The old man around the old knife wind is also excited to yell: "There is still a scorpion shell, so many knives have not been opened, this is also a good baby, good baby!"

The hundreds of heavy-duty monks of the blood-curving knives burst into laughter.

They are also not close to Desa, who has been smashed by the knives, but they have stood far away, and they have used their secret sorcerers to fight against Desa.

These heavy-duty monks of the blood-curving knives are obviously not brilliant in their practice. The supernatural powers they perform are also good, and the secret techniques are mostly fireballs, fire pillars, wind knives, ice hockey and the like.

A very small number of three or five are more powerful, they can call out the thunder of the bowl of mouth to the Desa. Thunder mystery, this is already a relatively strong means among them.

Wu Tie took a deep breath, and he slammed the white tiger's crack and screamed with a big bang. Then a blue-and-white fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters emerged from his head, quickly compressed to the size of the human head, and with a heat wave, he rushed to Desa. .

A fireball, two fireballs, three fireballs...

At the time of breathing, Wu Tie lost hundreds of high-temperature compression fireballs to Desa.

Desa was stunned by the knives of the sky, and the fireballs that Wu Tie played were densely bombarded on him. The fire exploded and the sound was soaring. A group of high-temperature heat waves swept the square, and Desa’s black lacquered crystal shell was a bit faint. Red, the temperature of the fireball released by Wu Tie is too high.

"You...you...to play more and less...Desa is also confused...more than people? Oh, you think too much."

Desa suddenly screamed insanely.

With his whistling sound, a black light rushed out of the portal at the bottom of the pyramid, and the thin black light was like running water, spreading rapidly around. The black light between the fingers extended to the feet of Wu Tie and others, forming a huge black light square under their feet.

The low footsteps came, and the team was about three meters tall, wearing a gold armor, and the dark-skinned jackal heads were armed with strange weapons of various shapes, and the neat team rushed out of the pyramid.

These jackal heads are thin and delicate, and the gold armor they wear only protects the vitality of the chest and abdomen. They can see that under the black skin of their limbs, they are all pieces of strong muscles like iron casting.

Their skin is dark, only the two eyes are red, and occasionally they open their mouths and whisper, they can see their sharp white teeth.

The number of jackal heads from the pyramids is increasing, and a few breaths of time have actually rushed out of nearly 10,000 jackal warriors. These guys are full of life, no sigh of relief, and they can't figure out how strong they are.

"Give the Desa adults! Crush them!" Desa snarled and snarled: "No, no, it’s good to leave three or five... We must abide by the rules of Osiris adults...Leave three or five Just live."

Wu Tie’s eyes leaped.

The rules left by Osiris? What rules?

Damn, this Desa seems to have not started to say the beginning, but rather does not know what to say. It was the old knife wind two or three words and he talked about collapse, and the old knife wind shot, this angered Desa.

However, whoever is who he is, those who are the heads of the jackal have already rushed over.

The Wu Tie hand waved, dozens of huge fireballs condensed at the same time, ‘whistling’ sound, a large fireball blasted into the intensive team of the Coyotes.

A fireball exploded, and each fireball blasted dozens of jackal warriors from the ground.

But the body of these guys didn't know what it was made of. After they were blown up, they rolled over the ground a few times. They climbed up and continued to rush to this side.

Wu Tieyan’s eyes widened.

The fireball he condenses is not very powerful, but it is also equivalent to a low-level monk in the ordinary heavy building.

These fireballs are on the heads of these jackals, and they are not hurting?

The mighty jackal head rushed over.

On the square where the black light condensed, a small black sandstone appeared suddenly out of thin air. These black sandstones flowed like a stream of water, originally only three or five, and then became three or five thousand, and innumerable black sandstone drowned the position below the knees of Wu Tie and others.

Wu Tie's changing height is now more than three meters high. The black quicksand drowns his knees. For other blood curving knives, the lower body is submerged.

These black sandstones are cold, chilly, and heavy in one grain.

The heavy relief of these blood curving knives was submerged by the black quicksand, and their movements became extremely slow.

Some people want the royals to fly into the sky, but there is also a thick, chilly quicksand that falls in the void. These heavy and unusual quicksands fall on them, and they give them back to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf head warrior rushed over and drowned the **** knife.

Wu Tie waved the white tiger crack, and the huge impact force flew a few kilometers to the numerous wolf head soldiers who were close to him. No matter how many jackal head soldiers rushed over, they could not get close to him.

However, with the horrible weight of the white tiger crack, the physical strength of Wu Ting’s simple one billion kilograms, coupled with the terrorist power that he launched after the Hercules magic and the Dingjia gods, the white tiger cracked in these guys. I didn’t kill them.

They are like a cockroach that can only be killed. After being smashed for several kilometers, they climbed up a few times on the ground and then continued to form a military squad to rush to the Witch iron side.

Witch iron screamed, he no longer used the white tiger to crack the gun to fly these guys, but with a white tiger cracked a huge gun tip swept.

The sound of ‘噗嗤’ was heard in the ear, and the heads of the wolf-headed warriors were cut off by the sharp white tigers, and then the hurricane brought by the rifle blew several kilometers.

However, after the body of the two wolf head warriors landed, they had black light flowing out of the broken body. The black light of the upper and lower body dexterously and accurately found their corresponding half body, then the black streamer inward, their body Put it together immediately.

That is to say, on the ground for a while, these wolf head warriors continued to stand up without incident and continued to rush to Wu Tie.

Desa's ridiculous laughter came from far away: "Like the great Osiris adults... Master the death, your warrior is immortal under your authority."

Wu Tie’s mouth twitched.

The corner of the old knife wind twitched.

The old knife wind and the six life pool masters, as well as Doria's face have become ugly.

The heavy-duty monks of the one hundred blood curving knives have been surrounded by the group of the wolf head warriors, and numerous swords and swords in all directions have been smashed. Many people have been bruised and bruised, and some have been cut off their arms and legs.

The savage screams continued to come, and some even greeted Doria’s mother, grandmother, and all female elders inherited.

Doria said that there is a bit of risk here, but they must be able to go back with great gains.

However, these heavy-duty monks did not even see the benefits of a trace of a half, they are going to die here.

Wu Tie calmly faces, constantly waving white tiger cracks, and constantly flying more and more of the wolf head soldiers around him.

But these guys are not dead... Even if Wu Tie is slashed, he even once turned dozens of wolf head warriors into hundreds of pieces, and they quickly put together and rushed back if nothing happened.

Wu iron is speechless.

The old knife wind is angrily roaring: "Doria, is your prophecy a fart?"

Doria released a white light to protect himself, struggling to withstand the impact of countless wolf head warriors in all directions. He screamed: "I said, there are dangers, dangers... but believe me, we can bring huge The return returns..."

Doria whispered: "Isn't it just a dead person? A monk who re-emerges in the building, and he will die when he dies... You have a blood-curving knife, there is enough...hey..."

Doria distracted as soon as he spoke. His body white light was torn open by a strange spear. The spear stabbed from behind him, slanting his hips and his hips. The department opened a striking blood line.

A large piece of blood spurted out, and Doria was sorely screamed.

He opened the big animal book with both hands and sang a spell loudly.

A white flame erupted from the animal skin, and turned into a flame barrier around him, blocking all the wolf head warriors.

There is a sorrow of despair in the monks of heavy buildings.

They couldn't bear the impact of the wolf head warrior. After the mana was consumed, the self-defense treasure was also broken, and then immediately torn into pieces.

"Little white face... I can't believe it..." A tragic, heavy-minded monk screamed before his death.

"Little white face... I-fuck-you-zu-Zong..." Another monk in a heavy building screamed at the moment when he was cut off his head.

"Boss... Brothers can't follow you... After... Be careful... Little white face..." A thick, big man's chest was pierced by four odd-shaped spears. He spit blood in his mouth, and then his body suddenly swelled. After the loud noise, he simply blew himself up.

The self-destruction of the heavy-duty monks only blew up hundreds of wolf-headed warriors, and these jackal-headed warriors climbed up if they had nothing to do, and continued to rush to other heavy-duty monks.

One after another, the blood-curving knives were killed, and the wolf-headed warriors who were surrounded by witches and irons were also growing.

Wu Tie also became a little embarrassed, let him wave the white tiger's cracks, and still have the wolf head warrior rushed from the angle he could not take care of, waving the weapon and slashing on him.

Wu Tie launched the Dingjia body, the body defense became extremely strong, and the flesh was as hard as a steel ingot.

The weapons of these jackal-headed warriors are also quite sharp, and the strength is not weak. It is probably equivalent to the level of the refining monks who first entered the building. When they cut, they can have millions of pounds of strength.

Their weapons opened the skin of Witch Iron and left a shallow blood mark on him.

It doesn't matter if a pair of blood marks are printed. One hundred and two hundred blood marks can accept... one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand...

Wu Tie's body shirt was torn and smashed, and there were dense blood marks everywhere.

A series of blood-printed sheets overlapped on Wu Tie. These stubborn and persistent attacks of the wolf-headed warriors finally cut the muscles of Wu Tie, and their weapons were directly shackled on the bones of Wu Tie.

In the sound of ‘叮叮’, the weapons of these wolf head warriors collapsed, and then some of the singular elements of their weapons were turned into the streamers that only Wu Tie could see, and quickly poured into his bones.

The familiar heat that has not appeared for a long time rolls in the whole body.

Wu Tie's right hand waved white tiger's crack with one hand, and the left hand commanded the five hands. He took a violent smashing weapon through a handle and smashed it over. He swept a piece of gold armor on the wolf head warrior.

The weapons were crushed, the armor was crushed, and the stream of light was continuously injected into the body of the witch iron. His dark bones burned again, releasing a large amount of heat into his flesh and blood.

The whole body is sweating, the dense blood marks are healing rapidly, the Wutie is gasping, the state is getting better and better, and the body strength is getting stronger and stronger.

The tragic sounds continued, and the heavy-duty monks of the blood-curved knives were finally killed.

Here are the old knife winds and six life pool masters, as well as Wu Tie and Doria.

Desa screamed and all the jackal warriors stopped at the same time.

Desa rolled back and rushed out of the scope of the knife-covered man. He shouted: "The despicable inferior group, welcome you to the sleeping place of Osiris, accept the test he set... it is cheap. You are a despicable guy."