The blue-white flames were restrained, and the high temperatures that directly vaporized twenty-one masters in the Heavy Tower Realm were all confined to a space of hundreds of meters in size, without any heat leakage.

The pale old iron was wrapped in flames, and the fire was flowing on his mirror-like outer surface. He was as tall as a human-headed and dog-shaped as a dog, just like a demon king from hell, constantly making hideous and proud laughs.

In the dome, the mist knife's palm made it difficult to pull out his upper body.

He grabbed a stalagmites with one hand and looked downward. In the blue-white flames, twenty-one blurred human-shaped traces were clearly visible on the ground.

The high temperature instantly vaporized twenty-one human bodies, and their bodies left these marks on the rocky ground.

The flames squirmed, and these human-shaped traces swayed left and right like snake shadows, with endless horror in their hideousness.

"Ancient... strange things." The mist knife muttered to himself, with a biting chill and a hint of inexplicable fear in his voice.

Wu Tie rolled on the ground for a distance and finally stabilized his body. He jumped up suddenly, held the spear in his left hand, and drew a huge circle beside him.

No one attacked.

All the fog knife killers and their servants and soldiers were all in place.

The high-level fog swords in the twenty-one Chonglou realm vaporized instantly, including more than four palm orders, disappeared out of thin air.

This caused a great psychological impact on the fog sword. They stared blankly at Lao Tie who was smiling strangely like a demon in the flames. No one came to attack Wu Tie for a moment.

Wu Tie was gasping for breath, his left elbow was boiling hot, and his flesh seemed to be burning. He endured the pain from his arm and quickly approached Lao Tie.

Lao Tie walked out of the flames step by step, and accompanied by a low laughter, he and Wu Tie met successfully.

The human-shaped arm on his back slowly retracted back into his body. Lao Tie looked up at the general palm of the mist knife hanging upside down on the dome, and said in a deep voice: "We have left... Why do we have to kill all the people?"

Shaking his head, Lao Tie sighed heavily: "Although this is very hurtful, I must tell you... the slags in the Chonglou realm, just your insignificant power, many years ago, you were just cannon fodder... cannon fodder!"

He tilted his head and glanced at the stunned fog knife killers. Lao Tie 's spitting to the ground: "The top slag who is not qualified for cannon fodder. Who gives you the courage to come and die?"

After laughing a few times, Lao Tie took Wu Tie and walked slowly towards the nearest corridor entrance step by step.

Outside the entrance of the corridor stood a group of fog swords, a group of fully armed cattle and wolf tribe soldiers.

Seeing Lao Tie and Wu Tie approaching, the elite warriors belonging to the fog sword were all frightened and subconsciously retreated to both sides.

The mist knife made the face look gloomy.

Seeing that the two of them were about to reach the entrance of the corridor, the general Male Demon said in a deep voice: "I see that there are thirty-six red light spots in your arms... Have you used twelve o'clock just now?"

Lao Tie stopped, he raised his head and sneered disdainfully: "Do you want to try it? You can try..."

The mist knife keeps silent.

Lao Tie stood there motionless, his eyes were filled with blood, staring at the other party coldly.

The whole place was silent, only Wu Tie's left arm was trembling slightly, and his fingers covering his palms were trembling and constantly hitting the gun bar, making a slight "ding" sound.

The metal essence in the three straight knives is being absorbed by the bones of his arm. The pain brought by the fusion of metal materials and arms is unimaginable to ordinary people. When every bit of metal essence is melted into the bones, it is like being cut into pieces, and at the same time it is as painful as being burned by a steel furnace.

Wu Tie had endured it hard, but could not stop the trembling of his arms' natural reaction.

In the eyes of the fog knife, this little doll was obviously afraid.

Why is he afraid?

Lao Tie has shown such a terrible lethality, and the twenty-one fog sword seniors disappeared directly.

With such powerful lethality, why is Wu Tie still afraid?

The eyes of the three high-level mist swords who had just waved their swords to attack Wu Tie lit up. Their subconscious bodies shook, and they brought three wisps of clear wind to Wu Tie, and Lao Tie approached.

The mist knife's palm was hung upside down on the dome, and he also noticed Wu Tie's trembling left arm.

He and the three subordinates below made the same judgment.

Wu Tie was afraid, and the reason why he was afraid... Perhaps, he knew the real combat power of the ancient strange thing Lao Tie?

Perhaps, they can't actually launch the terrifying attack like that just now? The blue-white flame that seems to burn everything.

The flames gradually disappeared, the ground where Lao Tie was originally located was burned to a depth of one meter, and the one-meter-thick rock layer was burned to pieces and the twenty-one figures that were originally left on the rock surface also disappeared.

Three high-level mist swords approached quickly, and they roared in a deep and long way, dozens of meters away from Wu Tie and Lao Tie. They waved their hands quickly, and with a sharp roar, dozens of blood swords that broke the Yuan were spinning rapidly, just like a round of small blood moons sprinkling towards Wu Tie and Lao Tie.

The Yuan Blood Sword, the lethality of this magical power is enough to break the armor on Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie did not dare to neglect, so he hurriedly waved his right arm and blocked the blood moon with the white tiger arm guard of his right hand.

Lao Tie took a step and used his huge body to help Wu Tie block these blood-breaking swords. Blood-colored lights fell densely, and fell on Lao Tie's body and made a harsh cutting sound, which exploded into countless blood-colored light spots at the same time.

Lao Tie's body did not move at all, and there was no trace on his body.

The three senior Mist Knife's Yuan-Breaking Blood Swords did not pose any threat to him at all.

Wu Tie's left hand was still trembling violently, and the flesh below his elbow was burned by the high temperature. If it weren't for the sealed armor, the smell of barbecue would have floated far away.

As he endured the severe pain, Wu Tie gritted his teeth. His fingers trembled violently, constantly colliding with the gun.

The Breaking Yuan Blood Knife fell on Lao Tie's body and made a sharp "crunch" sound, and Wu Tie's fingers and gun rods collided with each other to make a "ding" crisp sound.

The three senior blood sword leaders sent nearly one hundred Yuan-breaking blood swords to Lao Tie in one breath. They finally stopped and gasped suddenly. A white water vapor visible to the naked eye rose up above their heads.

Whether it is magical powers or secret techniques, they are extremely labor-consuming things.

Nearly a hundred Yuan-breaking blood swords are the limit of the three blood sword high-level leaders.

Old Tie trembled his body lightly, and he looked up at the mist knife's palm: "It's over? Then, let's go...that land, help us watch it well, don't do anything wrong in it...that's my grandpa...a sad place, a memorial place!"

Lao Tie turned around and continued to walk towards the nearest entrance of the corridor with Wu Tie.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters... fifty meters... twenty meters...

The general palm of the mist knife hanging on the dome finally let out a deep breath: "If you just let you leave like this... how can I have my mist knife face?"

"Are the ancient strange things... amazing? Although, you seem amazing..."

The general sneered at the palm of the mist knife. With a wave of his right hand, two black iron balls the size of a human head flew out of his hand, and smashed them down heavily at Lao Tie and Wu Tie.

The black iron balls are covered with blood-colored patterns on the surface.

At first glance, the blood-colored lines clearly form a huge blood-colored eyeball, especially a small hole in the center of the eyeball, where blood light gushed out.

Wu Tie didn't know what this was, so he looked at the two iron balls curiously.

Lao Tie roared suddenly: "Ha, you are not lucky!"

While talking, Lao Tie raised his front paw and slapped Wu Tie with one claw, and flew into the entrance of the corridor.

The mist knife smiled...

His laughter was like an ice snatch made of ice, which pierced everyone's ears. All the fog snatches were shivering, and they were awakened from the psychological impact caused by the flame hell released by Lao Tie just now.

"Kill!" The general of the mist knife scolded coldly: "Animal strange things, it is true that they still have to rely on ancient strange things to deal with."

His body suddenly became translucent and then melted into the air.

The next moment, the general palm of the fog sword spans thousands of meters and appears in front of Wu Tie out of thin air, slashing at Wu Tie in front of him.

Wu Tie subconsciously raised his left hand, and the palm guard on his palm retreated like flowing water, revealing his skin and flesh, and his bones were everywhere. In the cracked wounds on his palm, a dull flame flashed faintly, and a pungent smell of burnt was filled with the air.

The taste was like a chef who had extremely poor skills making braised pork, and he ended up making a pot of coke smell.

The mist knife made a sneer, and the sword light was like a horse, and it continued to slash down with a hint of blood.

When the sword light fell, the fog sword palm made a large black mist coil behind it. It was faintly visible that a non-human demon god with a ferocious face and a knotted muscles stood tall and held a mountain in his hands and was dancing hard.

In the hands of the demon god, the mountain was like a stone, and it was thrown away by him from time to time... Lao Gao.

Hercules magic... This is the magical power of the Mist Knife General Palm.

This sword was a full-strength blow from the general palm of the mist sword. Not to mention that Wu Tie had taken off his palm protection, even if he was wearing complete armor, he was confident that he would have the ability to cut Wu Tie into two pieces.

Because he is the "Mist Sword", he slashed it with one slash at will, and the power was as powerful as the Yuan-Breaking Blood Sword emitted by the palm of the ordinary Misty Sword.

The sword light was like lightning, slashing heavily on Wu Tie's palm.

A little bit of blood and flesh residue left on Wu Tie's palm exploded, revealing a dull, metallic-colored finger bone. His finger bones fluttered violently, especially the first finger bone of his left index finger, which was vibrating rapidly at an extremely high frequency.

'bite'!

An extremely long collision sound came, and Wu Tie's fingers made a thumb-sized gap in his palm.

The falling blade fragments exploded, and the gaps in the blade were densely filled with spider-web-like cracks.

Wu Tie pointed his left index finger a little forward, and another harsh "ding" sound.

The straight knife of the general palm of the mist knife was broken, just like the straight knife in the hands of the three high-level mist knife, and like the straight knife in the hands of the nine palm of the mist knife that day, it exploded into countless extremely thin pieces.

A large area of ​​invisible light from ordinary people's eyes spewed out of the straight knife, like a firefly found a nest, roaring into the first finger of Wu Tie's left index finger. A flame more than one foot high was lit on Wu Tie's palm, and the dark flames emitted a terrible high temperature.

The mist knife general's palm made Qinghuang's face twist. He widened his eyes and looked at the shattered sword in disbelief.

This straight knife is not only his sword, but also a symbol of the power of the entire killer organization.

This knife is comparable to a country's imperial seal for the fog knife organization.

The mist knife made the Adam's apple squirm suddenly. He spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound, staring straight at the fragments that were shattered and exploded, and it was completely stiff there for a moment.

Wu Tie was so painful that his eyes turned black, and the large pieces of blood and flesh on his palm were burned to pieces, and the finger bones, metacarpal bones and forearm bones felt as painful as they were melting.

He roared, and his burning left palm slapped the chest of the mist knife.
To be continued...