Chronicles of Heaven

In the battlefield of the duel, the thunder rang.

And it was all summer nights, the sudden thunderstorms and thunderstorms.

Just above the head, just in the ear, ‘bang rumbling’ ran into it, shaking the earth’s trembles, revealing a chilling scent.

There are more and more ancestors of fallen gods.

Their souls and blood essences are collected by the gods. They have thousands of years and hundreds of thousands of years of accumulated mana, and their strong body-integrated avenues are disintegrating, melting, and feeding back. world.

This battlefield of duel was banned by the gods, and the heavens and the earth could be very thin.

The fallen gods and ancestors are like fountains, and the vast and pure heaven and earth can be ejected from the beams of light left by them, turning into hurricanes and spreading around.

Light beams that are far apart are better and have no effect on each other.

If the distance between the two beams is within a hundred miles, the rushing heaven and earth will be able to impact each other, disturbing the discoloration of the heavens and the earth, gathering the wind and clouds, and even more screaming of thunder and thunder, and the explosion will be emptied and shaken.

Sometimes, there are several gods and ancestors who have fallen in the same place. Several light beams rushed to the sky at the same time. The light columns rubbed against each other. The thunderstorms that were splashed were counted in a few miles. The wind and cloud are discolored, and the rushing metaphysical frenzy is like an invisible knife in the void.

The environment of the duel battlefield is rapidly deteriorating.

The air is filled with the avenues of disintegration and detachment. The lines are invisible but qualitative. A line of lines rushes through the void. It is like a flying knife. The person who is a little weaker touches it. The body is immediately a blood mark. .

Wu Tie stood on the only city gate of the military city. Behind it was a tower of up to three hundred feet. It was filled with gold and silver armor. In his right hand, each had a height of five hundred feet. The turrets are flanked by a heavy artillery of the Mohist family.

This gun is not known from the Mohist, and it is the core of the singular spar with the congenital yin and yang properties. It is powered by the newly developed giant elemental melting furnace of Moh, and the day after tomorrow is innate, with the power of congenital yin and yang. Can inspire a congenital **** with a trace of chaos to kill the enemy.

This is the ‘congenital yin and yang chaos and thunder rushing’, and the most destructive ordnance that the Mohist family can now come up with.

With the foundation of the Mohist family, they only found two nutrient spar that served as the core. It took thousands of years and only forged two such lightnings. They brought this baby from Weidu to the battlefields of the Three Kingdoms. It was originally thought that they wanted to bombard the witch and iron, but now they have become the help of Wu Tie.

The sword, a sword with different lengths and widths, is suspended by Wu Tie.

Ou Yezi, there are more than 20 ancestors of Euclidean, nearly a thousand half-step family elites, each of them is good at refining swords.

Every Euclidean ancestor, each of them gave at least ten swords that were called soldiers.

And those Euclidean elites who are half-step-and-death, they also donated two or three high-quality singular works to Wu Tie.

Thousands of handles of cold and murderous swords are suspended in the side of Wu Tie. After the Wu Tie body, a group of bright light is suspended. In the bright light, there are hundreds of millions of swordsmanship rising and falling, and there is a constant amount of swords constantly flowing, slowly communicating these gods. Bing Li Jian.

A few days ago, Wu Tieyijian swung out, even the Hanjiang sword was completely broken, which killed a Dawu ancestor.

Before finding a soldier who was able to withstand the sorcerer's iron to the high kendo, Wu Yi had a sword, which was about to destroy a sword. Therefore, Wu Tie let Euclidean sacrifice so many extraordinary swords, is to be well prepared.

If there are enemies, the sword is.

Every sword is thrown, it will break a sword... The cost of forging these militia by Euclidean, oh, every sword is thrown out, basically equivalent to the tax of hundreds of years in Yuzhou. Going in the water.

Thinking of the huge cost of these swords and swords, Wu Tie couldn't help but be hot. This kind of feeling of using money to make people feel is not bad.

Ha ha!

Wu Tie looked back and looked at the Ou clan people standing on the gate of the city gate. They all heard the brilliant deeds of the sword before the Wu Tie from Li Xuan turtle. They looked like a funeral test. A sword that was forged by himself.

The Euclidean people have deep feelings for the sword they forged.

Wu Tie helplessly spread their hands to them... The sword is good, but human life is more important.

On the far side of the hill, the big martial artist was still looking around, and the dull thunder sounded, and there was a drum ‘rumbling’. The big martial artist horse erected a big banner on the top of the mountain. The **** flag fluttered in the wind, and with the drums and thunder, the celestial and suffocating air was added to the heavens and the earth.

In the other direction, several of Zhao’s ancestors were panting, and they were all **** with a hundred green hills running towards the door.

Behind them, only two Dawu ancestors took the lead with more than a dozen and a half steps of the gods.

However, it is clear that Zhao’s ancestors had an absolute disadvantage. When Wu Tie saw them, a Dawu ancestor waved, and a Lei’s ancestors’ Lei’s savings had not been issued. The arm was cut off by a knife.

On the side of the city wall, Zhao Yu was so angry that he jumped and screamed: "Wu Zun throat, Zhao someone into you - mother - pro!"

The Dawu ancestor who smashed the arm of Zhao’s ancestor Yang Tianchang smiled: “My mother has died for tens of thousands of years. I want to enter, and I’m going to dig the grave and sleep. It’s scary, but my mother’s cultivation is low, now In the mausoleum, I am afraid that I can't find a skeleton."

If he is so shameless, Wu Tie can't help but pad his feet and look at the Wu Zun throat.

"Old ink!" Wu Tie looked at Wu Zun's throat and pointed at him.

Standing on the highest floor of the city gate building, the ink clouds of the two hands are lightly shot. The sound of '啪' is crisp, and the two yin and yang chaos are quickly turned over the muzzle. The thundering lightning flashes in the muzzle. The thunder of two water tanks is silently sprayed out.

The congenital yin and yang chaos Leiguang tears open two straight transparent rumors in the blood mist, and instantly arrives at Wu Zun's throat.

Wu Zun’s throat lifted a knife, and the big knife fell on a thunder fire.

A muffled sound, Wu Zun’s throat screamed, and the thunder fire ran over his body for dozens of miles, and then slammed the screaming sound.

Numerous gray lightnings shrouded the void in the square, the blood fog disappeared, the blood was wiped out, and the ground was silently evaporated into a large pit in the diameter. The shining nails of Wu Zun’s throat disappeared completely, and the flesh and blood disappeared. It disappeared cleanly, and the body skeleton was destroyed by the thunder fire. Only a skull and a large half of the spine were suspended in the air.

"Muyun!" Wu Zun's hysterical roar of a roar, turned into a **** and embarrassed escape.

It’s just that in this duel battlefield, the speed of the dawn is really too slow.

Another gray thunder light fell heavily on Wu Zun's throat, and the gray electric awning flickered.

There was a cheer in the military city. On the hill in the distance, the Dawu people who saw this scene were screaming in unison.

Wu Tie couldn't help but touch the chin. The power of Lei Guangchong is beyond imagination. Even the Dawu ancestors who have already spurred the descendants of the Supreme Artifact projections can't stand the attack of these two Rays.

No, there are only two.

However, the efficiency of this thunderbolt is too slow, and it takes half an hour to erupt an attack. It is enough to be used for strategic deterrence. It is not so convenient for regular attacks on the battlefield.

The Dawu ancestor was killed and a light column rose to the sky.

In the military city, Li Guang took a group of people and arrows, and a respectful light cannon volley in the city suddenly disrupted the positions of the Dawu people who were chasing them. Several Zhao's ancestors covered a group of younger brothers, panting and rushing, and ran into the military city, and then they fell to the ground one by one, sweating under the rain, unable to move for a long time.

There was a quarter of an hour of breathing, and a Zhao’s ancestors stood up and trembled, shaking his head toward Zhao.

"Bozu, miserable, too miserable... Let's Zhao, we have a few smashed dates."

Zhao Wei’s face violently twitched. He looked at the ancestors of the three or five homes who stood by his side, and then looked at the four gods who fled into the city, and the large pieces of cold sweat ooze on their foreheads. The cheeks continued to flow down, and soon the clothes on his chest were wet.

Indulge in a moment, Zhao Wei looked at Wu Tie, in front of everyone, and bowed to Wu Wu and held a fist: "On the Lord, please also ask the Lord to be the master of Zhao."

The four Zhao’s ancestors who had escaped into the military city suddenly squinted, and the half-step gods and plains generals from seven or eight gates were also dumbfounded.

What kind of joke?

Zhao Wei called ‘An Wang Huo Xiong’ as “the Lord’s”?

This is...either these people in the city are crazy, or they are crazy people who are new to the city. In short, it is not a good thing.

The two great ancestors who had just chased after the killing, Wu Zun’s throat was attacked by Lei Guang. The rest of the ancestors looked at the direction of the military city with a sigh of relief, and took a group of Dawu generals around the circle and ran. To the distant hill, the mountain and the Dawu people meet.

Under the huge blood color army, the group of people discussed for a while, and soon there was a team of more than a dozen of half-step gods who were in the direction of the military city.

They jumped between the mountains and rushed like a big flea, and soon came under the military city.

They glanced at Wu Ting, standing in the city, and began to take out a round piece from the storage ring.

The iron eye was sharp and he saw what these objects were. His face suddenly sank.

These great military generals moved quickly, and a few breaths of effort, they used those round objects to put two pyramids outside the military city. The roar of the city walls was everywhere, and everyone saw it. The two pyramids were the head of the people.

This is the two people in Beijing.

A human head Jingguan probably used 500 heads to see the face of the eyebrows, clearly the head of the ancestors of the gods of Qingqiu and Weiwei.

Another person, Jing Guan, used more than 10,000 heads, which were the heads of the younger brothers of Qingqiu and Dawei who participated in the duel. More than 10,000 faces with distorted faces and flesh and blood are piled up together. Jingguan is quite large and looks particularly awkward.

Wu Tie took two steps forward, putting his hands on the wall and overlooking the bottom.

"Well, etc... Provocative?" Wu Tie asked the team of Dawu generals.

"Rarely... otherwise, a battle in the city." A strong black hair, a tall man nearly two feet tall, draped the heavy armor, carrying a heavy knife, striding toward the city wall and approaching the wall for several ten feet.

"An Wang Huo Xiong... Or, come out of the city, let's play?"

The Wuwu children of Dawu seem to have extraordinarily rich body hair. The black-haired man who had been strangled by Wu Tie before has been as a black bear. And now the guy standing under the wall, the beard on his face, the black hair on his neck, can actually flutter in the wind!

The black beard floated and floated, and the big man smashed his knife and pointed his head at Wu Tie.

"Have there are your relatives?" Dahan smiled extraordinarily brilliantly: "An Wang Huo Xiong, have the courage, come out to eat me two knives?"

Behind Dahan, a man with a red beard, 嘎嘎 笑 smiled, groaning and grabbing the head of an old man. He raised his head high, then his hand loosened, and the head of ‘嘭’ fell to the ground.

"Ah, I can't help, which is this ancestors? I'm slipping."

The old man's head ‘咕噜噜’ rolled down a dozen feet away from the **** and rolled into a sump.

After Wu Tie's body, a youthful hysterical cries of Qingqiu's youth screamed, and even Wu Tie had no time to stop it. This young man took out the wall like a madman. He volleyed a hundred feet high, and then smashed to the red-bearded man who laughed loudly.

The red beard man was glazed in the light, and the projection of the ten-party slaughter was revealed. He extended his left hand, and the slap easily caught the broad knife of the young man. The palm of his hand was twisted at random, and the sword of Tiandao’s rank was taken by him. The hand was broken, and the half-blade was forced into the chest of the young man.

The young man of Yu’s youth fell to the ground. His body twitched violently and vomited blood while looking at the head of the old man who rolled down the sump.

"Old ancestors... ancestors..."

Several Dawu generals walked up, and the various weapons in their hands were slashed and the young people of the squad were killed on the spot.

A fresh head was placed on the larger Jingguan, and a group of great military generals looked at each other, and the madness of 'hahaha' laughed.

"In the city, here, maybe there are ancestors of your family, you will not come out to recognize the pro?"

The black-bearded big man smiled and spurted tears out. He pointed to the witch iron standing on the wall and said with a smile: "You, don't come out, pack up the waste?"

Wu Tie pressed the wall of the city, looked at the men of Dawu coldly, and spit a heavy breath.

"You, don't allow to leave the city, according to the city."

"This king, out of the city to meet the family members... um, Zhao Wei, Li Guang, you all these elders, constrain these little guys. No matter who they are, who dares to go out of town, just go to death. As long as not Kill it, just hit it."

With a sneer, Wu Tie ‘噌’ jumped from the wall and said coldly: “This king is coming out, how do you want to play? Come, the king will accompany you to play.”

The two Jingguans really triggered the anger of Wu Tie.

Life and death duel, the two sides have no choice, can only be your life and death ... ..., it is too much to cut down the head of the people into Jingguan.

Dawu.

How can Wu Tie make such a country win this game?