Chronicles of Heaven

All weapons were broken and shattered.

All the spirits of the Xuanjing monk are exhausted.

All heavy monks have exhausted their mana.

The monks who built the foundations, after three fists and two legs hit the Wu Tie body, the legs were broken, the fists were broken, and one of them licked their mouths but their faces were laughing and retreating.

For them, hitting three punches and two legs and earning dozens of gold coins is already a great asset.

As for some skin injuries, what are these low-level monks?

The basic monks who had broken their limbs smiled back and forth, gathered together in the distance, and looked at it with their eyes open.

Tired and panting, the Xuanjing monks looked at their broken and shattered weapons, shook their heads, and held back their smiles. They also retreated to seven or eight miles and stood together with the architects.

Hundreds of heavy monks, look at me, I look at you, they run out of mana, they look at the ruthlessness of the flesh, and sigh heavily, then the mouth slightly slams back, back to a dozen The life of the pool monk is standing behind.

More than a dozen life-threatening monks stared at Wu Tie.

Wu Tie patted the weapon debris on his body, took out a clean cloth and put it on, shook his head and sighed.

"If you are not afraid to fight with you, you will accidentally injure your innocent subordinates. I am not so polite."

Shaking his head, Wu Tie clap his hands, and he turned around and walked away.

The old iron stood beside the white tiger's crack, and smiled at the dozens of stupid life pools. "A group of stupid birds, ha, do you know what a stupid bird means? Hey, have you seen, birds?" ?"

The old man who had just been screaming suddenly screamed: "A bunch of waste! It's all waste... Don't count, don't count...you don't even hurt him with a hair. Are you still interested in gold coins?"

The other masters of the life-threatening pool at the same time awakened, they turned around and turned to their subordinates as a pass.

Hundreds of heavy buildings, two or three thousand senses, and thousands of monks in the bases of each of them stood alone and looked at their own leaders.

Their faces are gloomy, and the promise of their own lord is to let go of it as a stench.

Those low-level monks who feel the realm of the environment and build the foundation do not dare to say anything, but the faces of hundreds of monks in the building can not be seen well. At least each of them has cut off the Witch iron hundreds of times at the turn, this is thousands of gold coins!

Thousands of gold coins... This is not a small sum for them, is it dependent?

"How? See how I am? Do you still want to rebel?" The middle-aged man who just set fire to his peers roared: "One by one is useless, I didn't find you to settle accounts. It's good, you still have the courage to look like this." I?"

More than a dozen life-study monks released a sigh of breath, suddenly scared a group of subordinates to shrink their heads, and no one dared to look up and see them.

Wu Tie slammed forward and he yelled at the other side: "So good, it's better, have you been with me? We go far and do not accidentally hurt your subordinates, okay?"

More than a dozen life pool masters changed slightly, they looked at each other, just pulled out the golden scimitar life pool, the old man shouted, his hands swayed, the golden curved knife turned into a golden moon, silent The interest is on the top of Wu Tie.

This gold scimitar is of excellent quality and is obviously an ancient treasure.

Wu Tie's scalp was torn by a machete, and a large piece of blood ran down the cheeks, but the blade and the skull of the witch iron slammed together, and they heard a crisp sound. The skull of the witch iron was not damaged, and the golden scimitar The knife edge has a few gaps in the size of the rice.

Wu Tie raised his hands fiercely, his fingers let out a dull light, his fingers trembled sharply, the flesh and blood on his fingers rip open, revealing the deep phalanx, and then tapped on the scimitar.

‘叮~~~’!

Extremely long crashing sounds, in the blink of an eye, Wu Tie’s fingers and golden scimitars collided hundreds of thousands of times. The dense impact sounds into a long tremor, and the golden scimitar burst into pieces. Only the streamer that Wu Tie’s eyes could see was whistling out, and quickly fell into the Wu Tie fingers.

Wu Tie's body is quickly hot, his finger skin is open, and a large piece of blood is sprinkled with high temperature.

Wu Tie took a deep breath and a flexible suction on the phalanx was released. The flying blood quickly flew back to his palm. A stream of heat is released from the bones and quickly blends into the flesh of the torn palm, and the wound begins to heal at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Who else?" The blood flowing on the door is also quickly retracting the wound on the top of the head. Except for a few drops of dry blood, all the flowing blood is retracted into the wound. The half-length wound heals quickly. There is no trace of it soon.

A dozen or so masters of the life of the pool looked stunned at Wu Tie.

The old man who released the scimitar shook his body. He bit his teeth and resisted bleeding.

Forcing a full three breathing time, the old man smashed a gang of drums, a large amount of blood flowing down the gap in the lips, followed by a large amount of blood flowing from the ears, nostrils, and corners of the eyes.

‘Wow’, the old man vomited a blood, and then fell backwards.

More than a dozen heavy monks in the building hurriedly rushed up, and they helped the old man in a hurry. They looked at the old man in a complicated way, and looked at Wu Tie. Then they looked at the metal dust that was falling on the ground in front of the Witch Iron. Sighing, the old man surrounded the old man.

The remaining dozens of life-sinking monks also looked at each other with a complex look.

Suddenly, an old man and a middle-aged man shot at the same time. The old man released a blue-colored cold light. The middle-aged man released a black wind, and the blue light and the wind blew around the seriously injured old man and dozens of heavy monks. They were wiped out in an instant, and even a trace of dregs remained.

"Congratulations to the two, Lushan City is the two things in the bag." The other life-stricken monks smiled at the same time, arched the old man and the middle-aged man.

The two men smiled and nodded, and looked at the other side with great vigilance.

Wu Tie suddenly sighed.

Such ugly humanity.

Obviously, the old man who drives the machete is the master of the city of Lushan. It should also be the only life-giving monk in the city.

The golden scimitar is his life-threatening soldier, and as an ancient treasure soldier, the old man must nourish the weapon with the soul.

The golden scimitar was smashed by Wu Tie, and the soul of the old man was hit hard. He wanted to pretend to be in a state of nothing, and he was too hurt. He finally could not stand it.

The old man and the middle-aged man should be the neighbors of his mountain city.

The two did not hesitate to directly kill him, even with the dozens of heavy building monks, it should also be the leader of the Lushan City.

In this way, Lushan City is a trophy that two people can find.

"Smile, laugh!" The old man and the middle-aged man arched his hand to other life-threatening masters, and then turned away without saying a word.

Wu Tie is too difficult to deal with, instead of vying for the rewards promised by the generals, it is better to take the benefits of Lushan City in his hands. The splitting of the two sides of the city can also have a lot of benefits, but this is a real benefit.

Hundreds of heavy buildings, hundreds of people, Xuanjing, thousands of land-based monks quickly followed the two left.

Those who have many members of the basics who have broken their limbs, they are helping each other to walk, and the speed is not slow.

Wu Tie looked at the monks who stayed with cold eyes: "Do you want to end up with the unlucky one just now?"

More than a dozen life-study monks looked at each other and gave birth to a strong alert. They were silent for a while. They looked at Wu Tie and looked back at the low-ranking monks behind them. Then they sighed heavily. Tone.

In the next moment, these people raised their hands at the same time. They did not dare to release their weapons. Instead, they directly used the most powerful magic power they had mastered.

The heavy-duty monks behind them screamed in unison and tried their best to flee backwards.

The monks who felt the Xuanjing and the foundations had not had time to move. The violent winds, the fire, the ice, the flood, the golden knives, the poisonous fog and other attacks collided with each other, and thunderous loud noises rushed to the front of the witch.

On the iron and iron body, the scorpion presented by Osiris quietly emerged. Two huge metal wings slammed open, and the black face of Sensen protected the whole body.

The old iron stood at a place nearly 100 meters behind Wu Tie's body. The tower was raised from the top of the old iron head, and a large piece of black light was released to stop the martyrdom. The magical mystery of these life-stricken monks was prevented from causing too much damage to the martyrdom.

More than a dozen life-threatening attacks flooded Wu Tie and then crashed into the tower.

The black light on the surface of the tower has flashed a bit, and the wind is good, the fire is good, the ice is good, the golden knife is good, and the magical spirits of various colors are like the sea waves hitting the reef, crushing part, and some are rewinding. And back.

These magical mysteries whispered and swept over several miles of martyrdom.

The monks who felt the ambiguity and built the foundation also made a desperate snoring... They couldn’t dodge, they were low, they couldn’t afford to dodge. Those heavy-duty monks have escaped several miles. They are busy, and only have time to take away a few of their own confidants.

The rest of the people were overwhelmed by the miraculous attacks of these life-threatening monks.

Wu Tie vain and his palms, his palm seems to have an invisible vortex, constantly releasing a huge suction force, forcing the attack power of a part of the magical mystery into his body.

His body swelled in a circle, and these attacks on the life of the pool... it was not easy to get rid of it.

The tower has absorbed 30% of the power, and Wu Tie has absorbed 20% of the power. The magical mystery that has been turned back and back is offset by the power of these lives. 40% of the remaining wave remains. In an instant, more than 10,000 low-ranking monks vanished.

"You, **** it."

After a dozen blows by the pooled monks, they heard the insane and ruthless voice of Wu Tie.

They turned around without a word, and the sacred soldiers who had just dared to take it out were sacrificed and turned into long streamers, and they fled in the distance in an instant.

After the iron metal body, the huge metal wings slammed rapidly. He was a dozen miles away from the body. It was far faster than the life-giving monks to fly to the distant road crossing and blocked them.

Those heavy-duty monks have escaped, and all the low-ranking monks have been killed and killed. Wu Tie has no psychological burden. In the face of these ugly life-giving monks, he clenches his white-splitting and concentrates on his mind. A shot stabbed out.

A terrible white gun smashed the void.

A life-stricken monk burst into a **** dance.

It was also a horrible white gun.

A life-stricken monk screamed and screamed. He ducked to one side, and the gunman still broke through. His body exploded.

More than a dozen guns were stabbed.

More than a dozen life-threatening monks and even life pools failed to escape, and they burst into the air.

Wu Tie took the gun and stood up. The guns and mans that were fierce and full of enthusiasm remained in the air. The guns in the air for several miles were delayed in the air. All the people’s ears faintly heard the shocking tiger whistle. I heard the roar of hundreds of millions of soldiers who angered the enemy on the battlefield.

Broken voice came.

Wu Tie turned around and just the retreat of the heavy-duty monks who had escaped, and the complex look of each other retreated.

Behind them, dozens of four-wheeled vehicles flew in the air, and each of them stood with dozens of golden armor monks. These golden armor monks wore cloaks, embroidered with exquisite enamel patterns.

Huaguang stood on the front of a chariot, and the four rounds of the chariot volleyed, making a loud thunder and splattering a large fire.

He looked like a sword, and looked at Wu Tie from afar. Wu Tie felt like a sword smashed down.

'Ding'!

Witch iron shoulders violently hit, his upper body slammed backwards, the giant force hit, Wu Tie was not stable, actually was hit by giant force back hundreds of meters.

The shoulders were splashed on Mars. Huaguang looked at Wu Tie far away. It was not like a sword smashed down. Instead, there was an invisible sword and volley hitting Wu Tie.

"Who is the person?" Wu Tie stabilized his body shape, and the metal wings opened behind him. He screamed at Huaguang.

"You are a good family, the Great Lakes guards the generals, and guards the generals, Huaguang." Huaguang chariot rumbled, and he looked at Wu Tie and shouted: "What about those who hunt you? More than a dozen big cities in the Great Lakes Surrounded by people, etc... What about people?"

"Ask them!" Wu Tie pointed to the heavy building monks who had returned.

Hundreds of buildings and monks shook their bodies. They glanced at each other and suddenly screamed in unison: "The generals, be the masters of us!"

"The generals, they were all killed, they were all killed..."

"This is so good and fierce... We are not his opponents, our family owners stay behind in order to cover our retreat..."

"The low-ranking monks in our city can't escape... The owner stays behind..."

"So strong **** smell, they must have been killed by them!"

These monks in the heavy building, and a very small number of monks who were taken away by them in time, fell to the ground, crying crying and shouting.

Wu iron stayed, the old iron was stunned, and Shi Fei and others were still stunned.

These people...nothing and no enmity, so empty-mouthed, swearing, swearing, okay?

Huaguang is suddenly changing his face.

He glared at Wu Tie and said slowly: "Good and cruel evils... I thought that it was probably unscrupulous to be pursued by the Yushu people. I originally had a heart to let you go... Now it seems that Don't think about leaving you one by one."