In addition to making all the fine iron in the body, the joints of the armor were also processed by mechanical techniques, which were very flexible and would not affect the battle of swinging the sword.

But these...

Not the most important one.

Ai Dacha said that few people dare to wear this set of armor, not just that the armor is very heavy, and it is difficult for ordinary people to wear it to walk.

He refers to the mechanism hidden in the armor.

"Hehe, the 128 pointed cones, distributed according to the acupoints, are all nailed inside the armor."

Ai Dacha grabbed the chicken legs and walked slowly behind Xiao Tie.

He looked at his proud works, his face was full of cruel pleasure, and he said to Xiao Tie:

"As soon as such things are put on, the sharp cone pierces the flesh and blood in the middle of action. Not to mention fighting, it is difficult for you to run. This pain cannot be passed by just enduring it.

As long as you move, the pointed cone will pierce deeper.

I know that you have encountered a tragic incident and your little wife was snatched away by Yang Tao. I am afraid it will be difficult to see you again in this life.

But little brother, I would like to advise you for the sake of injustice.

Don't wear this thing!"

Ai Dacha said:

"When Shen Qiu fucked and told me that he thought he wanted to make a set of torture instruments.

This thing is not for combat purposes, it is just torture instruments.

You have lived in the holy fire for thousands of years, learned the fighting spirit of dragon and tiger, and have the Penglai Immortal Sword Arts. If you practice for ten years, your martial arts will naturally be successful, and it is no problem to break through the Heavenly List.

You are very young, why bother using this thing to abuse yourself?"

"ten years?"

Xiao Tie looked at the torture armor in the box in front of him. He reached out and took off the black iron armor on his body and threw it aside. The fire in his eyes became brighter and brighter in the sound of the sound.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't have ten years to wait..."

He bent down, and as Ai Dachai watched, he picked up the arm armor of his arms, one left and one right, and pressed it on his arms.

"Click"

The mechanism is closed and the arm armor is buckled on the small iron arms. The next moment, blood overflows from the cracks of the arm armor. The hidden iron cone pierces the skin and penetrates the acupoints.

The body was injured. In the small iron heart, the burning holy fire seemed to be stimulated, quickly extending the meridians and burning them to the small iron arms to heal the wound.

No more blood flows out.

"Hu, Hu."

Xiao Tie's breathing was heavy and hot. He endured the pain and bent down again, picked up the iron boots to protect his shin and stepped into it with his feet.

"ah!"

The pointed cone pierced into the feet, shaking blood, and his tall body trembled.

But the next moment, the holy fire rose even more vigorously. There seemed to be a light passing by Xiao Tie's skin on his legs, and healed the wounds on his feet.

"She is waiting for me."

Xiao Tie's lips were trembling in pain. He spoke like he was hypnotizing himself, and then picked up the shin guard and pressed it on his calf.

A pointed cone penetrates the body, and blood splashes out.

"Bang"

Xiao Tie half-kneeled on the ground. As the flames shone cold sweat on his forehead, but as soon as the sweat emerged, it was evaporated by the high-temperature skin. The holy fire felt that Xiao Tie's body was constantly hurt and no longer lazy.

It began to spread everywhere in the small iron body, and the holy fire was burning, injecting the energy that had lasted for thousands of years into the small iron body.

"Code!"

Ai Dachai took a step back, and the chicken legs in his hand didn't taste any more.

He looked at the little iron in front of him tremblingly about to put on his breastplate, and his eyes were full of shock.

"There are all a group of madmen around Shen Qiu! You guy is even more crazy than me!"

"Bang"

The black shadow flashed, and the mountain ghost stretched out his hand and pressed it on the breastplate in Xiao Tie's hand. Under the black ghost's face, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Can't wear it! You'll die!"

"Won't."

Xiao Tie raised his head, and tried hard to smile at the mountain ghost.

But it's just muscle twitching.

He will no longer laugh.

"I won't die, Shiyin told me that the holy fire can burn for ten years. As long as the holy fire is not extinguished, I will not die. But I am not Shiyin, and I can't let it do it according to my wishes.

Only in this way can it be used to activate more violently.

Brother Shangui, you don’t have to worry about me.

I either live as a waste.

Or become a real strong man in this holy fire body... I will not die. I will not die before saving Shiyin and destroying the holy volcano.

You believe me!

Brother Shangui, please help me put it on.”

Xiao Tie's fingers were trembling.

It doesn't hurt, but how could it not hurt?

Shan Gui looked at the young man in front of him. He knew that Xiao Tie was punishing himself, but what did he do wrong?

He did nothing wrong!

He has worked hard enough. Every time the mountain ghost sees him, he is either trying hard or wielding his sword to practice. He has already worked very hard.

If you have to say something wrong, it is probably because you are not lucky. When you are still weak, you meet an enemy you cannot defeat.

He can only temper himself with the sea of ​​pain.

It must be painful.

Shan Gui stood up, held his heavy breastplate with both hands, and put it on Xiao Tie's body.

"Click"

The mechanism is closed and the pointed cone pierces the flesh and blood, just like the most terrible punishment.

Xiao Tie fell to the ground, supporting his body with both hands, and blood dripped from his breastplate bit by bit, but soon, there was no more blood stains. The temperature of his body surface was already so high that it was hot.

The sacred fire was inspired.

Just like forging steel in a forging furnace, in this silent contest, the Holy Fire Forging Physical Forging Edition is rapidly moving, and the flesh and blood of the little iron is forged into a peerless blade that is not afraid of swords.

Finally, it's the helmet.

Of course the helmet does not have a pointed cone.

If this thing is stabbed into the brain, it will be dead and lifeless.

But the helmet is also specially made, protecting the back of the head and neck, leaving gaps in front of the face. It took Xiao Tie more than ten breaths before slowly standing up, and then took Chen Qiu's red Prajna ghost face from the mountain ghost.

Click.

With a light sound, the ghost face was stuck into the helmet, and Xiao Tie's body was covered with no flesh and blood.

"Hu, Hu."

The heavy breathing like a wild beast came from under the ghost face. The hot temperature caused the civil war energy to circulate, and the white smoke like steam rose from every part of the black armor.

Just like a robot.

Xiao Tie bent down with difficulty and lifted the heavy Juque in his hand.

He has more than 100 kilograms of armor on his body and more than 100 kilograms of giant swords in his hand. Even with his natural divine power, he is born with pressure at this moment, but he is in the paralysis caused by pain.

This pressure doesn't matter.

"They are there!"

Two or three shouts, and since the dark night sounded on the street, the mountain ghost looked back and saw the constable in Jinling City, who were coming here with several experts from the martial arts world.

Chengying was about to unsheath, but he heard the sound of armor colliding behind him.

After the low footsteps, bloody footprints were left. Xiao Tie's tone was as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbed. He dragged Juque and left a deep scratch on the ground.

He said in a muffled voice:

"Brother, let's have a rest."
Chapter completed!