Outside Qianyucheng Wharf, several huge wooden rafts floated on the water.

Several stone giants, seven or eight meters tall, shouted loudly, rafting the wooden rafts to float towards the entrance of Yin River in the middle of the lake.

A few days ago, in order to kill the dragon, all ten adult stone giants were killed in the stone giant tribe raised by the Fog Sword. These little giants, who were still a little short of adulthood, but had considerable combat power, were naturally recruited by the Fog Sword.

They were extremely powerful. Every time they moved the special wooden pulp, the wooden raft would slide forward for a long distance.

Soon they arrived above the entrance of Yinhe River. Several high-level fog knife members wearing cloaks shouted in a low voice, and at the same time untied small nets of three feet square metal wire from their wrists.

He recited a few spells in a low voice, and several high-level fog knife members bit the tip of their tongues at the same time, and a mouthful of blood spurted on the small net.

These small nets, which were all black, immediately sprayed out a large area of ​​black mist. With a harsh "hissing" sound, a total of six small nets rose into the air. In one breath, they turned into large nets of hundreds of meters in diameter. Then they spit out black smoke and wind, and rushed into the lake with a "huh".

Six small nets overlap each other, sealing the entrance to Yinhe.

Widths of black light swam back and forth on the extremely thin and extremely dense black metal wire. A big fish, seven or eight meters long, suddenly rushed out of the Yin River and rushed towards the lake.

When the big fish touched the big black net, its body was immediately cut silently, and finally turned into minced meat the size of sesame, mixed in blood and floated onto the lake.

"Six Yin Demon Slaying Net... Hey, hey, this secret realm is now completely my mist knife." A senior fog knife wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth and smiled proudly.

"It's not really settled yet... I have to kill that little boy and the 'human-headed dog' strange thing." Another high-level fog knife took a deep breath, then turned into a strong wind toward Wu Tie, and Lao Tie flew in the direction of being besieged.

Several senior fog swordsmen laughed, and then turned into strong wind or turned into black fog and flew away.

Several stone giants sat cross-legged on the wooden raft, stroking the specially made flying axe in their hands expressionlessly. Their mission was to seal the entrance of the Yin River and prevent any outsiders from entering the Yin River below.

Those who dare to get close will be killed without mercy!

A trace of earthy yellow breath continued to seep from the bottom of the lake, and continued to pass through the deep lake water into the bodies of these stone giants. The stone giants' breath was long and heavy, and their aura was connected together, and thick mist poured out from their pores. In front of them, a small earthy yellow mountain faintly appeared.

The magical powers used by their elders when killing dragons are derived from the same lineage.

This is the "Five Ding Mountain Opening Method", a kind of bloodline magic power with earth attributes. As long as the stone giant with pure bloodline is sufficiently pure, they will naturally master this magical secret technique that is both attacking and defense, and has extremely powerful power.

Wu Tie and Lao Tie faced the mist knife's palm order directly.

Lao Tie didn't say anything, just grinned.

Behind the mist knife general palm order, one cloaked high-level mist knife layer continued to appear.

They may not have the title of "Palm" but they are definitely masters at the "Palm" level, that is, masters in the "Chonglou Realm", all of whom have mastered magical powers.

After a few breaths, eighteen high-level fog swords behind him emerged in a row.

Soon, the six high-level fog swords that had just been sealed by the entrance of Yin River on the lake also rushed over, and the number of masters behind the fog swords was as many as 24.

"Are you going to kill someone to silence me?" Lao Tie didn't speak, Wu Tie pulled out his spear, crossed his waist, and took a step forward.

"The mouth of a dead person is the most reliable." The general of the mist knife put down his hood and exposed his clear face: "Of course, there is another choice. If you worship me as your teacher..."

"I don't want to." Wu Tie broke the Wu Dao's palm order cleanly and neatly: "You... are not a good person, so I don't want to."

The blood in Lao Tie's eyes dimmed a moment, and he rolled his eyes into the sky.

"I'm not a good person?" Wu Dao smiled. He shook his head and said, "What a naive and cute baby. Nowadays, there are people who use 'good people' and 'bad people' to decide their words and deeds... It's really naive... naive enough stupid."

Taking a deep breath, the general Wu Dao said in a deep voice: "I have occupied that secret realm. Can I let millions of people who depend on Wu Dao eat their stomachs and let them live a safe life... Am I a bad person?"

Wu Tie was stunned. He was held back by the words of the General Palm of the Fog Knife, and he could not make a truly effective response.

Lao Tie coughed, and he said in a deep voice: "Enough, using words to bully the little baby, you can't show your ability... You have a hundred excuses to not let us go, and we also have ten thousand reasons to leave... Everyone has their own position, so... why are you talking nonsense?"

"Old Jianghu!" The General Wu Dao gave Lao Tie a thumbs up in admiration: "It's indeed the old Jianghu. This is just a bargain, and it's straightforward. I like it."

He laughed loudly, and the thumb that was more than the palm of the mist knife suddenly lit up. His thumb swelled strangely to a foot long and thin, and his fist was thick.

A ray of blood was spurting out from his swollen thumb. The next moment, the blood mist splashed, and the blood light condensed into a blood-colored scimitar about a foot long, and it quickly rotated and slashed towards Wu Tie's neck with a sharp scream.

The blood-colored sword light was almost at its peak, and the distance between the two sides was close. The blood-colored sword light almost slashed in front of Wu Tie as soon as it appeared.

Fortunately, Wu Tie's foundation-building practice has made some breakthroughs these days. His five senses and six consciousnesses have become more agile and his movements have become more agile. He subconsciously raised his right hand and blocked the White Tiger's arm guard in front of him.

The Breaking Yuan Blood Knife roared on the White Tiger's arm guard.

The blood splattered, and the arm guard was not damaged at all, but a terrifying force came. Wu Tie groaned, his internal organs stormed violently, and a mouthful of blood was splashed out. The blood in the fully enclosed helmet splattered everywhere, and his vision was blocked.

The huge force knocked Wu Tie away. He flew backwards, swung an arc and flew out more than two hundred meters, and fell into a large group of fog knife killers behind him.

Countless straight knives, big axes, and maces were smashed like raindrops, and there were even a few special mountain-opening thunders used by archers to bomb dragons that day.

Wu Tie was beaten to the ground and rolled around, and could not stand up for a moment.

The thunder exploded with a loud bang. Although he failed to explode Wu Tie's tight armor, he still made his internal organs roll continuously. He almost vomited out several times.

Lao Tie snorted coldly, and rushed towards the mist knife commander.

Lightning splashed on two rows of white and miserable teeth, and the lightning was like water, and it continued to spew out with the harsh sound of electric light bursting.

The general palm of the mist knife stood still while standing. He waved his left hand forward, and a ball of black mist sprayed out, forming a hexagonal shield in front of him. The shield condensed by the black mist was heavy and solid, and let lightning bombard him. The mist inside the shield rolled without any wavering.

He grabbed the cloak with his right hand, and a cold light shot out. A straight knife with a slightly arc-shaped blade spewed out a knife several meters long, and slashed hard on Lao Tie's body with a harsh roar.

Amid the harsh collision, sparks splashed everywhere on Lao Tie's body, and was slashed dozens of meters away by the general palm of the mist knife.

Lao Tie's four feet had long sharp claws, and his four claws were deeply grasped into the rocks on the ground. His body was slashed and pushed aside, and his claws tear open a long crack on the rock formation.

"Hercules magic... so much strength." Lao Tie stared at the mist knife's palm order and sneered: "Little bastard, when I put it back then, grandpa, I glared at you. Ten thousand trash like you can be stared to death."

"Maybe?" The general order of the mist knife brought dozens of afterimages and rushed towards Lao Tie: "A hero will not mention his courage back then... You are weak now, so don't say these words... Even if your body is strong, how many times can you stop me?"

The fog knife made the body look like the wind, bringing countless afterimages to rotate rapidly around the old iron.

A series of cold lights continued to slash with a harsh roar. The sword light kept falling on Lao Tie like snow. Large pieces of sparks flew everywhere. Lao Tie was chopped like a small sampan in a hurricane.

I don’t know how many heavy slashes I endured, but Lao Tie finally became unstable and fell to the ground with all his feet softly.

The general mist knife laughed, and he suddenly stopped, turned over and sat on Lao Tie's back, and pressed Lao Tie's head with both hands: "Submit...or, die!"

The palm of the mist knife made a heavy pressure surge out of his body. The blue veins on his arms raised and a huge force hit him. He wanted to use violence to force the old iron to subdue him.

The next moment, the mist knife made a hysterical howl, and his clear face twisted and became hideous like an evil ghost.

He brought up a large afterimage, a thick layer of black smoke wrapped around his body. He made a miserable sound that was not like a human being, so he flew straight into the sky, hitting the dome hundreds of meters high, and half of his body was submerged into the hard rock formation.

Several stalagmites were shaken, and their roots were broken and fell down.

What fell down was a little dazzling, mixed with a trace of strange smell.

Lao Tie smiled strangely, and on his back, a metal slap that was several times larger than an ordinary person's palm was abruptly stuck there, and a metal middle finger, which was several times thicker than an ordinary person's finger, pierced straight into the sky.

Bai Baishi, a faint light flowing light on the middle finger, and a few drops of blood were stuck.

The blood slid down the smooth fingers of the mirror and fell on Lao Tie's equally spotless body. The blood fell to the ground, and Lao Tie's body was clean and there was no trace of blood left.

"Any move, no matter whether he is noble or despicable, is an effective move as long as he can kill the enemy."

Lao Tie stood up straight, looked at the mist knife palm command of half of his body embedded in the dome, and laughed loudly: "Ancient secret technique, killing for a thousand years... killing for a thousand years, unforgettable for a thousand years... Hey, are you happy?"

The sound of the mist knife's palm command came from the sky, clear and cold, like a pig-killing knife that had just been pulled out after being frozen.

"Kill... Kill... Kill... Lingchi cut them into pieces!"

The last few words of the General Palm of the Misty Knife were almost hysterical. With his roar, perhaps due to the rush of blood and the speed of blood flow, another wisp of blood floated down in the air.

Twenty-four senior officials of the fog sword roared in unison, either turning into afterimages, turning into strong winds, or turning into black fog, roaring towards Lao Tie.

Hundreds of meters away, Wu Tie was beaten by a large group of fog knife killers and servants. He was crushed to the ground and chopped around and could not stand up at all.

Suddenly, a long roar came, and the killer and warrior who trapped Wu Tie dispersed around at the same time. Among the twenty-four high-level fog swords, three of them turned into afterimages and rushed towards Wu Tie.

The straight swords in their hands were flashing with a faint light, and runes were faintly lingering on the blade. Three cold lights brought out a cold air, and they slashed Wu Tie's entire body as fast as lightning.

What followed was their secret magical power of the fog sword, "Breaking Yuan Blood Sword",!

Three straight swords turned into three rays of electric light, and three blood-colored scimitars condensed from blood qi flew into the air, and in an instant it arrived in front of Wu Tie.

He was just pressed to the ground and beaten. Although his skin and flesh were not injured, his internal organs were shocked to hurt. Wu Tie roared angrily, and he raised his right arm to face the blood light transformed by the three blood swords of the Yuan Breaking Blood.

At the same time, the palm protection of his left hand scattered, and the five fingers of his left hand were shaking violently, especially the frequency of the first finger bone of the index finger was several times faster than that of other metacarpal bones, causing a "buzzing" sound to greet the three straight swords.

Three crisp sounds of ‘Ding Ding Ding’, three straight swords were shattered by Wu Tie’s fingers.

Wu Tie's left fingers were slashed with blood and blood, but his finger bones were not damaged at all.

A dark gloom wrapped around his left hand, and a few invisible light from the shattered straight knife spurted out, turning into three light streams and being swallowed by the first finger of Wu Tie's left index finger.

Heat flows flowed in along the palms and gradually gathered on Wu Tie's forearm bone.

The color of the forearm bone gradually deepened. At the same time, three blood lights fell on Wu Tie's right arm guard. The huge impact force made Wu Tie rotate quickly on the ground. The armor rubbed against the stone ground, and the large flames slid backwards.

The three senior fog knife leaders stared at the remaining hilt in their hands in amazement.

The sound of "crack" was endless, and the essence in the hilt of the knife was swallowed by Wu Tie's finger bones. The hilt of the knife quickly disintegrated and turned into a thin iron filing flowed down from their fingers.

The fog knife palm, which was half embedded in the dome, made the hysterical roar, constantly roaring and "killing"!

Lao Tie grinned at the twenty-one senior executives of the Mist Knife who rushed towards him.

"I like this word killing...!"

Two balls of electric light flowed on his back, and two long human-shaped arms surged out of the electric light. Accompanied by subtle squeals, countless extremely thin cracks were cracked on the surface of his arm, which was as smooth as a mirror, and pieces of armor that looked like dragon scales were turned up one after another.

Below these armor pieces are densely packed with fine holes like honeycombs. Most of the holes are empty and nothing else. There is only thirty-six finger-sized holes, and there is a faint red and ominous light sprayed out.

With the sound of "puff" twelve strange objects shaped like arrows ejected from the thin holes.

These "cross arrows" were extremely fast, and they set off mysterious arcs and shot forward, instantly covering the twenty-one high-level fog swords rushing from all directions.

Then, there was no loud noise, but the sound and light effect was a terrifying explosion.

Each crossbow arrow exploded, and the blue-white flames swept across a range of dozens of meters. Within hundreds of meters around Lao Tie, there was a hell of flames.
Chapter completed!