Wu Tie narrowed his eyes and watched the attacks of the six masters of the Life Pond Realm around Lao Daofeng.

What they used was a six-handled blood-colored scimitar that was almost exactly the same as the old sword Feng's blood-colored scimitar.

It is obvious that the scimitar of Lao Daofeng is genuine, and the six-handled scimitar they used is just a fake. Whether in terms of material or casting methods, these six-handled scimitars are much weaker.

However, their seven sword lights seemed to form a very mysterious sword array.

The sword lights transformed by the six scimitars with poor quality actually resonated with the blood-colored scimitar of Lao Daofeng.

Driven by the blood-colored scimitar of the old sword wind, with the blessing, the power of the seven sword lights was strengthened layer by layer. Each sword light slashed down, and the next sword light must be three points higher than the previous one.

Dessa could easily resist the slashes of these sword lights at the beginning, but after the sword light fell thousands, Dessa's movements became much slower and his roar became weak.

"Unfair...unfair...Mr. Dessa's injuries have not healed yet...you cannot join forces against the seriously injured Lord.

Dessa waved his long tail frantically, and the shiny black tail hook brought out sharp black lights, and continued to collide with the knife lights, making sharp and harsh long sounds.

Old Daofeng laughed grimly, and he tried harder to activate the knife light. The sword lights in the sky were spinning rapidly like a meat grinder, trapping Dessa in the middle.

What is fairness?

The Blood Scimitar is not a well-known faction. They have done more to kill people and set fires and rob families. What they are best at is to fight less, and what they are best at is to siege and attack... Who is fair to you?

In the Black Snake Realm, there is only life and death, and there is no fairness.

"Let's take action together and make this guy." Old Daofeng shouted loudly: "Kill him and avenge the dead brothers... These ancient creatures, their flesh and blood, have miraculous effects."

Lao Daofeng's face was congested and his face was flushed with excitement: "Each person is divided into a piece of scorpion meat, and he can't say that he can break through the first level. What a great thing?"

An old man from the Finding Pond Realm next to Lao Daofeng was also yelling with excitement: "And this scorpion shell, I didn't split it after slashing so many knives. This is also a good baby, a good baby!"

A hundred monks from the Chonglou Realm who had the Blood Scimitar laughed out loud.

They did not get close to Dessa, who was slashed by the sword light, but stood far away, using their magical secret techniques to bombard Dessa.

The inheritance of the martial arts of the Heavy Tower Cultivator is obviously not very good at the inheritance of the martial arts. Whether it is the magical powers or secret techniques they use, they are mostly fireballs, fire pillars, wind swords, ice hockeys, etc.

There are a very few powerful ones who can call out lightning lights as thick as bowls out of thin air to strike Dessa. The secret technique of thunder is already the stronger method among them.

Wu Tie took a deep breath, carried the White Tiger Strike, widened his eyes and roared, and then a blue-white fireball above his head with a diameter of more than ten meters emerged out of thin air, quickly compressing to the size of a human head, and rushed to Dessa with a heat wave.

One fireball, two fireballs, three fireballs...

After a breathing time, Wu Tie threw hundreds of high-temperature compressed fireballs towards Dessa.

Desa was slashed by the sword lights in the sky and could not dodge. The fireballs fired by Wu Tie were densely bombarded on him. The fire exploded, and the sound shook for hundreds of miles. A cluster of high-temperature heat waves swept across the world. Desa's black crystal shell was a little red. The temperature of the fireballs emitted by Wu Tie was too high.

"You...you...you fight less...Mr. Dessa is also confused...more than people? Haha, you're thinking too much."

Dessa suddenly screamed wildly.

With his scream, a black light rushed out from the door at the bottom of the pyramid, and the thin black light spread rapidly around like flowing water. In the blink of an eye, the black light extended to the feet of Wu Tie and others, forming a huge black light square under their feet.

The sound of low footsteps came, and teams of jackal heads, about three meters tall, covered in golden armor, and dark-skinned, held various weapons of strange shapes, rushed out of the pyramid in neat rows.

These jackal-headed men are thin and strong. The golden armor they wear only protects the vital points of their chest and abdomen. You can see that under the black skin of their limbs, there are strong muscles cast like iron.

Their skin was pitch black, but their eyes were red. When they opened their mouths and howled in a low voice, they could see their sharp white teeth.

The number of jackal-headed men pouring out from the pyramid was increasing. After a few breaths, nearly 10,000 jackal-headed warriors rushed out. These guys were dead all over, without any breath leaking out, and they couldn't figure out how strong they were.

"Rare for Lord Dessa! Smash them!" Lord Dessa roared angrily: "No, no, just leave three or five... We must abide by Lord Osiris's rules... Just leave three or five living things."

Wu Tie's eyes twitched.

The rules left by Osiris? What rules?

Damn, Dessa seemed to have no intention of taking action at the beginning, but was talking nonsense. It was Lao Daofeng's talk to him in two or three words, and Lao Daofeng made a sneak attack, which angered Dessa.

However, no matter who is right or wrong, the jackal-headed warriors have rushed over.

Wu Tie waved his hand, and dozens of huge fireballs condensed at the same time. With the sound of "huh", a large number of fireballs blasted into the dense team of jackal head soldiers.

Fireballs exploded one by one, and each fireball exploded dozens of jackal-headed warriors and flew up from the ground.

But they didn't know what the bodies of these guys were made of. After they were blown away, they rolled on the ground for a few times, and actually got up and continued to rush towards this side as if nothing had happened.

Wu Tie widened his eyes.

The fireball he condensed was not very powerful, but it was equivalent to an ordinary low-level monk in the heavy building realm with all his strength.

These fireballs hit the jackals, but they were not hurt at all?

The mighty jackal man rushed over.

On the square condensed by black light, tiny black sand and gravel suddenly appeared out of thin air. These black sand and gravels were flowing rapidly like flowing water. They were originally just three or five, but then they turned into 30,000 to 50,000. Soon, countless black sand and gravels flooded Wu Tie and others' knees.

Wu Tie's height has now changed by more than three meters. The black quicksand has flooded his knees. For other cultivators in the Blood Scimitar Heavy Tower Realm, they are submerged below their waists.

These black sand and gravels are cold, yin and cold, and they are extremely heavy.

The elites of the Heavy Tower Realm of these Blood Scimitars were flooded by black quicksand, and their movements suddenly became extremely slow.

Some people wanted the weapon to fly into the sky, but there were also strands of sticky and cold quicksand in the void that kept falling. These extremely heavy quicksand fell on them, pressing them back to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the jackal warrior rushed over and completely submerged the hundreds of people from the blood scimitar.

Wu Tie waved the White Tiger Strike, and the huge impact force drove countless jackal-headed warriors to fly thousands of meters away. No matter how many jackal-headed warriors rushed over, they could not get close to his body.

However, with the terrifying weight of the White Tiger Strike, Wu Tie's simple physical strength of more than one billion jin, and his terrifying power bonus brought by the Ding Jia divine body, the White Tiger Strike hits these guys, but he actually fails to kill them.

They were like cockroaches that could not be killed. After being bombarded for thousands of meters, they rolled on the ground for a few times and then immediately got up, and then continued to form a military formation and rushed towards Wu Tie.

Wu Tie rebuked angrily. He no longer used the White Tiger to slash the gun rod to slash these guys, but swept across the tip of the White Tiger to slash the huge gun.

The sound of "puff" was endless, and jackal warriors were cut in half by the extremely sharp white tiger, and then they were blasted out thousands of meters by the strong wind brought by the spear.

However, after the bodies of these jackal-headed warriors divided into two sections landed on the ground, a black light flowed out from their broken bodies. The black light from the upper and lower bodies cleverly and accurately found the corresponding half of their body, and then the black streaming light merged inward, and their bodies immediately pieced together.

That is, after lying on the ground for a while, these jackal-headed warriors continued to stand up as if nothing had happened and continued to rush towards Wu Tie.

Dessa's proud laughter came from afar: "Praise the great Lord Osiris...You who hold death, under your authority, your warriors are immortal."

Wu Tie's mouth twitched.

Lao Daofeng's mouth twitched.

The old sword wind, six masters of the life pool realm, and Doria's faces became very ugly.

The hundreds of blood scimitars of the Chonglou realm were surrounded by the jackal warriors, and countless swords, guns, swords, halberds and strange weapons were bombarded in various ways. Many people were covered in bruises, and some of them had their arms and legs cut off.

Thrilling miserable sounds kept coming, and some people were loudly greeting Doria's mother, grandmother and all the female elders who were passed down from generation to generation.

Doria said there was a bit of a risk here, but they would definitely be able to go back with huge gains.

However, these monks in the Chonglou realm did not even see the slightest benefit of them, and they were about to die here.

Wu Tie had a calm face and kept waving the white tiger crack, constantly bombing more and more jackal-headed warriors around him.

But these guys are immortal... No matter how Wu Tie slashed, he even split a dozen jackal-headed warriors into hundreds of pieces. They still quickly pieced them back and continued to rush up as if nothing had happened.

Wu Tie was speechless.

Lao Daofeng roared angrily: "Doria, is your prophecy fart?"

Doria emitted a white light to protect herself, struggling to withstand the impact of countless jackal-headed warriors from all directions. He hissed and said angrily: "I said there is danger, there is danger... But believe me, we will definitely return with great rewards..."

Doria hissed, "Aren't you just a little dead? The monks in Chonglou realm will die if they die... You have enough blood scimitars... Oh..."

Doria was distracted as soon as she spoke. The white light of his body protection was torn apart by a strangely shaped spear. The spear stabbed from behind him, slanted across his waist and hips, and opened a striking blood line on his perky buttocks.

Large pieces of blood spurted out, and Doria screamed in pain.

He opened the beast's leather book with both hands and chanted the spell loudly.

White flames spewed out of the beast's leather book, turning into a flame barrier beside him, blocking all the jackal-headed warriors outside.

A monk from Chonglou realm let out a desperate cry.

They could not withstand the impact of the jackal-headed warrior. After they were exhausted, their self-defense treasures were also broken and then immediately torn to pieces.

"Young man... I don't believe it..." A tragically dead monk from Chonglou realm screamed before his death.

"Little white face...I-fuck-you-ancestor-sect..." Another cultivator in the Chonglou realm cursed at the moment when his head was cut off.

"Brother... I can't follow you... Be careful... the little white face..." A big man with a thick body was pierced by four strange-shaped spears. He vomited blood in big mouthfuls, and then his body suddenly swelled. After a loud bang, he simply exploded.

The self-destruction of the Chonglou Realm monks only bombed hundreds of jackal-headed warriors for thousands of meters. These jackal-headed warriors climbed up as if nothing had happened and continued to rush towards other Chonglou Realm monks.

One blood scimitar after another was killed, and more and more jackal warriors were besieging Wu Tie.

Wu Tie also became a little embarrassed. He let him swing the White Tiger Strike so hard that a tiger was full of wind. A jackal warrior still rushed over from an angle that he could not take care of, waved his weapons and slashed hard on him.

Wu Tie activated the Ding Jia divine body, and his body's defense became extremely strong, and his skin and flesh were as hard as steel ingots.

The weapons of these jackal-headed warriors are also quite sharp and have very strong strength, which is probably equivalent to the level of a body refining cultivator who has just entered the Chonglou realm. They can have millions of pounds of power when chopping.

Their weapons pulled Wu Tie's skin apart and left a shallow blood mark on him.

It doesn’t matter if one or two blood marks are, one hundred or two hundred blood marks can be accepted... One thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand...

Wu Tie's clothes were torn to pieces, and his body was covered with dense blood marks.

Blood marks were stacked on Wu Tie's body. These jackal warriors stubbornly and continued to attack, finally cutting Wu Tie's muscles, and their weapons were directly chopped on Wu Tie's bones.

With the sound of "dingding", the weapons of these jackal warriors shattered inch by inch, and then some strange components of their weapons turned into streams of light that only Wu Tie could see, and quickly poured into his bones.

It hasn't appeared for a long time, and the familiar heat rolled in the bones of the body.

Wu Tie waved the White Tiger Strike with one hand with his right hand, and five left hand waved, leading a series of weapons that were slashing over and sweeping over the golden armor of the jackal-headed warrior.

The weapons were shattered and the armor was shattered, and streams of light continued to inject into Wu Tie's body. His dark bones burned again, and a large amount of heat flow poured into his flesh and blood.

Sweat all over his body, and the dense blood marks healed rapidly. Wu Tie gasped, his condition became better and better, and his physical strength became stronger and stronger.

There was a constant tragic sound, and all the cultivators in the Chonglou realm of the Blood Scimitar were finally killed.

Only the old Daofeng and six masters of the Life Pond realm, as well as Wu Tie and Doria.

Dessa roared, and all the jackal-headed warriors stopped at the same time.
Chapter completed!