Chronicles of Heaven

Twelve icicles, Xuan Ming is not old and so stupid.

They looked at the Wu Tie standing outside the line, and the corners of their eyes, naturally saw the terrible flesh and blood abattoir outside the military city and the wilderness.

The screaming horn sounded, and a wave of snowfield soldiers rushed toward the direction of the military city.

Inside the city walls, countless gnomes and dwarves laughed and their scorpions were already hoarse, but the laughter was still loud. A branch of the singer screamed a dull sound, and the thickness of the broken armored rune projectile was sent out by a strong force for more than a dozen miles, killing a large number of low-level snowfield soldiers on the spot.

More terrible is the arrow of the wood.

The arrows that poured down like a rainstorm penetrated the bodies of the snowy warriors and nailed them to the ground.

Some of the soldiers were killed immediately, some of them were nailed to the ground, and they screamed with sorrow, but they could not die for a while. They could only struggle on the ground, stunned and clenchedly holding the arrow on the body, trying to get the poisoned arrow. The vector is pulled out of the body.

The sound of the piercing air broke through the sky, and the four spirit warships cooperated with the Wuzhou, and fired with tens of thousands of warships.

The earth is shaking, a group of fires raging and erupting, the mushroom cloud rushes to the old high and the old, and the large and large bodies are torn apart and thrown away.

In the air, dozens of martial artsmen cheered on the door and the ancestors of the door valves. More than a dozen of them used the gods of the gods. Not long ago, they broke through the sudden flash of the thief’s assassin who became the **** of the Ming dynasty. In the flash of the sword, more than a dozen Xueyuan tribes The elders fell from the air with blood.

More than a dozen striking beams of light rushed into the sky.

In the sleeve of Wu Tie, a round disc-shaped secret treasure flies out, and the power of the soul in the light column and the blood of the blood are constantly inhaled by the secret treasure.

Wu Tie sighed lowly: "Enough. You, can you lead your people and roll back to the snowfield?"

Witch iron hands behind his back, his fingers gently change his fingers.

The five-way people, the Yin and Yang people, and the Bohai Road people in the town were immediately ordered, so that the giant army soldiers in the city made preparations for their nesting. Numerous giant soldiers who consumed in the previous battles immediately sat down in situ and began to devour the crystals and replenish energy.

Old iron hands licking a long gun, standing on the wall of the city, looking back at the giant soldiers sitting on the ground.

"One generation is not as good as a generation... These little guys, the craft is still lacking tight. Hey, my grandfather, I can fight for years without fighting, you guys now, oh... big iron, your craft, have to work hard. ”

The old iron sighed a few times, and then concentrated on the black and white.

Wu Tie had already said to Lao Tie that these Xueyuan tribes were always a big threat, and it was impossible for Wu Tie to return them to Xueyuan.

The gods are mad, and all kinds of bizarre disasters may come at any time.

It is impossible for Wu and Iron to indulge the group of embryos of the Xueyuan tribe and return to Xueyuan comfortably. The future will continue to pose a threat to the armed forces.

Xuan Ming is not old and suddenly laughs a bit: "Wu Wang Wutie, you are afraid that the skull is broken? Retreat? Let the ancestors, with the children back to the north? Hahaha, you really, still too naive! ”

Xuan Ming vomited a spit on the ground, and said dismissively: "Oath? Ah, what is the ghost?"

Wu Tie immediately took out the blood swearing bead of Xuan Ming and others. He said: "You, are you not afraid of vows?"

Xuan Ming is not old and so on, and their bodies begin to sink into the icicles slowly. They sneer in unison: "Oath to counterattack? Nine days of supervising Xuan Ming's big battles are self-contained, and there are also gods and gods." We will be afraid of the oath of the district?"

Wu Tie sighed softly.

Sure enough.

He crushed the blood swearing beads, and as a result, Xuan Ming is not old, and so on, a wave of strange waves spread from the smashed blood swearing beads, but these fluctuations have not touched the Xuan Ming array. It was completely shattered by a terrible cold.

The mysterious array of mysterious worlds perfectly isolates the blood of the swearing.

Sure enough, for the real powerful, what blood pledge, what retribution, is empty.

Sneak into the Xuan Ming big squad, Xuan Ming is not old and screaming in the sky: "Sacrifice ... sacrifices ... on the battlefield, so the dead children, your flesh, your soul, is our sacrifice to the gods! ”

The earth is shaking with violentness.

The scope of Xuan Ming’s large array is rapidly expanding.

A large piece of blue light shrouded the earth, and countless flesh and blood flew into the ice crystal volley, a glimpse of blood, a rush of souls straight into the sky.

Countless Xueyuan tribe warriors are like crazy madmen. They have a thick layer of ice on their bodies. They squirm their bodies, step by step, slow but firm, with a fierce and fierce temper, straight into the military city. .

The projectile flies, the arrow washes, and tens of thousands of glares fall into the air.

On the wall of the military city, there are more powerful masters from the three countries of Wuguo, Fuxi Shenuo and Chiyang Shenshan. The magical powers of various great powers are constantly falling from the sky.

The mountains are falling, and a long river is sweeping over the ground.

There are even more fierce and fierce families of the four fierce families. They whispered before and after the conflict and swallowed large swaths of snowfield fighters.

The more the number of snowfield warriors killed, the more the scope of the Xuan Ming shroud is rapidly expanding, the temperature between the heavens and the earth is getting colder and colder, the air is frozen into hexagonal ice crystals, and the impact is harsh on the ground. The cracking sound.

In the sound of ‘咔嚓’, the wall of the military city was protected by a large array of city defenses, and a crack that could almost be passed through was still frozen.

Xuan Ming is not old and mad, hysterical laughter trembles in the world: "Wu Wang, and the small scorpions of the Wu Kingdom, you all go to death, all go to death! Haha... You killed our seven brothers, seven brothers, You are damn, **** it!"

Eleven huge faces emerged in the cold clouds of the sky, and they opened their mouths and spurted a sigh of sorrow.

This is the most chilly breath of congenital, just a breath down, standing on the wall, many of the ancestors of the door and gate of the Wu Kingdom, the congenital spirits of the body have been fragmented, and it has become a myriad of chills. The debris is scattered all over the floor.

Wu Tie coldly looked at the huge face of Xuan Ming and others.

He slowly raised his right hand and smiled coldly: "Xuan Ming is not old, you and I have a pulse... I know what you know! Even, you have been sleeping for so many years, you don't understand, I also understand!"

"A broken leg is nine days old and supervised by Xuan Ming... Give me... broken!"

Wu Tie reached out and pulled it to the void.

There are countless pieces of extremely fine, one hundred times thinner than the hair, and a thousand times of fine grayish white light appears out of thin air.

These lights are in the huge Xuan Ming array, in the whistling and rolling of the Xuan Ming array that almost freezes the whole world, and the other one is in the hands of Wu Tie.

Wu Tie grabbed the light that gathered together, and the entire Xuan Ming array trembled fiercely.