Doomsday Rise

When the palm was struck, it was still a normal color, but when it hit the Ping An soldier, it had already turned blue, lacking a metallic luster.

"Green Devil's Hand!" Warrior Ping'an blurted out, he was hit by the palm, the clothes on his chest were instantly broken, and the low-grade silver fur couldn't have the slightest defensive effect.

"Be careful—" Soldier Ping'an wanted to remind his comrades in arms, but he was already unable to make a sound, his lips trembled slightly, and then slowly fell silent.

The one who used the Blue Demon Hand was an old man of very old age. His thinning hair was stuck in a hairpin, he was wearing rough linen clothes, and his face was haggard. He took a step forward and appeared behind a Pingan soldier who was using a tiger-head saber, and printed his palm.

boom--

The old man's blue devil hand missed the back of Pingan soldier, and was blocked by a shield that suddenly appeared. The old man didn't seem to see the shield, and the speed of the Blue Devil's Hand remained the same, and he slapped it firmly. The expected fragmentation did not appear.

The old man was stunned, and the tiger-head knife of the Pingan soldier had already struck, as fast as lightning.

"It turned out to be the Golden Stone Curse!" Disdain overflowed from the corner of the old man's mouth, blue light bloomed, and a force ten times more terrifying erupted. The shield shattered instantly, and the green devil's hand imprinted on the soldier's back without any hindrance. Almost at the same time, the soldier's tiger head knife also hit the old man. , but fingers, his tiger-head saber was clamped by the old man's two fingers, it was hard to believe that the two thin fingers could hold the saber he slashed with all his strength.

The facts were before his eyes. When the Pingan soldiers were unconscious, the old man casually threw the tiger head knife on the ground. He didn't like to use weapons, and his hands were the most powerful weapons. He moved like a ghost on the entire battlefield, seemingly slow but fast, and he slapped lightly, even the Pingan soldiers could not dodge with all their strength. When I watched the palm of my body, the pain spread all over my body, my vitality was gone.

The old man's strength is extremely powerful, no matter if it is a soldier of the silver period or the golden period, as long as he meets him, he will be killed with one move. Three teams, 60 peace fighters, besieged him alone, not only did not hurt him at all, but died one by one. Before half a cup of tea, there were only a dozen soldiers left.

The old man was also worried that these people would run away, but he didn’t expect that not one of the Ping’an fighters would run away, but would instead attack more violently, which made him murderous. The crazier the Ping’an fighters behaved, the greater the threat. He didn’t like such enemies, he liked them being afraid, fearful, and cowardly.

"Everyone back down!" A loud shout came from a distance, the sound waves rolled, and the trembling leaves of the trees rustled. Before the sound arrived, a flash of electricity pierced through the air. Wherever it passed, a twisted channel appeared in the void, and the leaves and branches on the edge instantly turned into powder.

The Ping An soldiers were no longer familiar with this voice. After hearing it, each one of them had surprise and excitement in their eyes. Without even thinking about it, the lightning retreated. The old man wanted to chase after him, but when the green magic hand was about to touch the body of the soldier wielding a dagger, he had to withdraw it. The arrow seemed to have calculated his mind, and the angle was strange. If he insisted on killing the soldier, the arrow would hit his dantian.

The dantian is the most important part of a warrior, even if he is as strong as him, he would not dare to let people touch his dantian easily, so he had to stop and return to defense.

boom--

The blue demon hand collided with the arrow, and there was a terrible explosion, a mysterious force overflowed, and the old man's eyes flashed: Rune Arrow. The internal force was running, and the green light flourished, forming an indestructible protective layer on the palm, and the power of the corpse-dissolving spell could not hurt it at all.

Just when the old man thought it was like this, but at this time,

His eyes shrank, and instantly shrank into the most dangerous sharp shape. An arrow appeared out of thin air, and appeared in front of his eyes at an unimaginable speed. When he found it, the arrow had already touched his clothes.

The old man straightened his back, a burst of soaring aura erupted, the space paused, the lightning caught, and he grabbed the shaft of the arrow dangerously. The next second, his face changed. The power contained in the arrow was terrifying. With his green magic hand, he couldn't catch it.

"Hey!" The old man exhaled and raised his voice, a dazzling light erupted, and the strength in his hand increased by more than ten times, the arrow immediately seemed to be poured, and remained motionless.

"Break!" The old man shouted coldly, and with force in his hand, the arrow broke inch by inch. At this moment, a sudden change occurred, the arrow rune flashed, and it exploded suddenly. Terrible power expanded in all directions. The high temperature distorted the air instantly, the surrounding vegetation turned from green to powder in an instant, and the ground became scorched black.

The old man wrapped in flames let out a roar, and appeared tens of meters away like a ghost. The blue light flashed, and the flames covering him were extinguished in an instant, and he was no longer visible. But if you look closely, you can still see scorched marks on his eyebrows, beard, and hair.

The old man had no time to be angry, because a bright knife light enveloped him, fast, dense, tricky, and ruthless, like mercury pouring down the ground, penetrating into every hole. The old man had experienced countless big and small battles over the years, but this was the first time he encountered such a knife technique. He responded with concentration, and his hands turned bronze.

A hundred meters away, Liu Wei'an drew his bow, squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at the two people fighting. Zhang Wuhe, who was like a ball of flames, attacked from all directions, with blades of light, and barely made a sound. , The more you struggle, the more and more nets you have on your body. This is an incredible thing. The main attacker is suppressed instead, but this is the truth.

If only Zhang Wuhe was alone, she would be in danger today, but with Liu Weian beside her, the situation would be different. After Liu Weian drew his bow, he would not move, and would not shoot. This would put the old man in great danger.

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