"Clang, Clang"

Under the blazing fire, several experts from the martial arts world who heard the monsters make trouble and rushed to eliminate evil and chopped up the iron lumps in front of them.

The sword, with heavy force, slashed on the black armor, and lit a few ignitions, leaving only the marks behind.

But this iron armor is strong and it is difficult to break the defense if it is hit.

Who can use such armor when walking around the world?

Several people in the martial arts world were shocked and sarcastic.

This man was wearing heavy armor and could not move. The black giant sword looked powerful, but he was not strong enough and he was very slow to swing. Several people easily dodged the sword edge and wanted to move forward to the enemy again.

In front of the flame, there were two other people standing, probably accomplices.

One person pretended to be wearing a black mask, holding a sword, and was wearing a ragged sword. Even the scabbard was cut with wood, which was obvious that he was a down-and-out person and was not afraid of it.

Another big and small eye of life, holding a roast chicken in his hand, watching the fun.

He is crazy and can't see his body and face clearly through the flames.

But he shouldn't be a master.

As long as you defeat the slow-moving iron-armored man in front of you, the matter will be settled tonight.

Several masters looked at each other, and the weapons in their hands became faster.

"He is not used to it yet. The armor is too heavy and the sharp cone is broken. I have said that the thing is a torture instrument. Who fights with torture instruments?"

Ai Dacha bit the chicken leg and kept talking to the mountain ghost:

"You won't go up and help? If he is knocked out, the sacred fire will no longer burn, and he will be finished."

"Won't!"

The mountain ghost held the sword and looked at Xiao Tie's slow and embarrassed figure. Under the mask, there was no fluctuation in his eyes. He said:

"That's my brother, he won't lose here. If I help him, I will look down on him."

"You are also a lunatic!"

Ai Dacha cursed.

But if the mountain ghost doesn't go to help, he will naturally not go.

He also hoped that Xiao Tieliji would die here so that he could leave him a pair of peerless treasures.

In the fire fighting, Xiao Tie did encounter some trouble.

The body is not afraid of being injured. With the protection of the holy fire, he will not die because of injury.

But pain cannot be exempted.

The human body has its own set of protection mechanisms.

After pain reaches a certain limit, the mind will lock the body and make people fall into a coma to ensure that even if the pain breaks through the physical limit, it will not damage the mind.

And Xiao Tie was approaching this limit at this time.

The body can still bear it, but the spirit becomes more numb and feels drowsy, as if he is about to fall asleep and is about to fall into a coma, which makes his movements when he swings the sword heavier.

And the pain is endless and entangled in the heart.

Perhaps it was because I couldn't bear it. The light in front of Xiao Tie's eyes intersected with light and darkness. In the contrast of the flames on the long street next to him, there seemed to be an illusion in the fire.

In a trance, the sword hit the iron armor and staggered him.

He seemed to see the master in front of the fire.

The master stood in the fire, as he did when he was a child, looking at him with a gentle look, with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Xiao Tie, can't you hold on?"

The next moment, the figure of the master seemed to be replaced by his father as the fire swayed again.

My father stood proudly in the fire, standing like a spear, with a rebellious body, and looking down on the world.

My father was watching him too.

His eyes were stern and full of expectations.

"Qiji, are your ambitions going to stop?"

"I..."

Xiao Tie hasn't answered yet.

The hallucination in the fire in front of me changed again, and my father's figure turned into a big brother again.

Chen Qiu walked out of the fire, holding a bloody knife in his hand. There were blood on his face and body, as if he had just fought for a fight.

He looked at Xiao Tie with expectations and encouragement in his eyes.

"Move the mountain, stand up! Keep fighting! We brothers are going to do real big things, don't fall behind."

"Brother..."

Xiao Tie was hit on the back of the head by a sword, and he fell to the ground. He supported himself with Juque and relied on his bravery to prevent himself from falling down.

As the fire changed, Xiao Tie turned around.

Wherever you see, the fire is rolled up.

In the flames, Lei Shiyin's petite figure was standing in the fire, and the fire wrapped around her body, as if she was about to swallow her entire body.

Shi Yin's face was not afraid.

She said to Xiao Tie:

"I'm waiting for you, husband, I'm waiting for you to marry me, don't let me wait too long."

"Poetry sound..."

"Clang"

The illusions in front of him disappeared in the next moment. When a master saw that the turtle shell could not be chewed open, he knocked his attention to the small iron-faced door.

He punched the mask on the iron face.

But the seemingly fragile red ghost face is amazingly tough.

Just like the mountain ghost's Wu Zhu mask, it is neither gold nor jade, but it can withstand the wounds of the sword. This punch not only did not break the small iron mask, but the power of the recoil, but instead caused the master's fist to hurt severely.

"Bang"

Xiao Tie's heavy body shook for a moment and stood up again.

He grabbed Juque with both hands and raised his head.

Every action will cause the iron cone in the armor to penetrate into the flesh and blood, and every action will cause unreasonable pain throughout the body.

Can't adapt, can't be exempted, can't be ignored.

Those pains remind him.

He is not strong enough!

He is too weak!

"Won't!"

Xiao Tie's voice sounded in the mask, as if he was talking to himself again, and as if he was responding to those illusions.

"I won't fall!"

"boom"

Under the armor, the already scorching holy fire was like a layer of gasoline poured on it, burning more and more violently in the little iron heart. Then the sacrifice of oneself suddenly rose up, causing the sharp dragon and tiger fighting spirit to roar.

The fighting spirit wrapped around the body, and turned into smoke in the high temperature, gushing out from the cracks in the armor. The rolling white smoke also gushed out from the eye sockets, nostrils, and mouth of the Prajna Ghost Face.

Coupled with the long and twisted shadow reflected by the flames, this scene scared the masters of the martial arts world so much that they took a few steps back.

Who can not be afraid of the sayings of ghosts and gods?

I met this iron-armored madman tonight, is it the legendary ghost and god that appeared in the world?

"I won't stop!"

A low roar came from the black-armored man's mask. Under the shocked gaze of the people in the martial arts world, the iron-armored man who had just staggered and had difficulty moving would be like he had returned to normal, lifted his heavy sword and smashed it.

With the sound of chains, the sword was fierce and was dodged by the masters of the martial arts world. However, after the sword was cut off, it turned its wrist and slashed at another person.

The kinetic energy on the sword was lost, but it was still there.

Stacked layer by layer.

Canghai Sword Art, Canghai Strike Story.

"Look! This is what a peerless treasure material should look like."

Behind, Ai Dacha stared at Xiao Tie's big eyes, his eyes shining brightly as he said loudly:

"No matter how heavy it is or how stressful it is, this god-given body can always adapt and explode in the shortest time, and the potential in the body is almost endless.
To be continued...