The master has made up its mind, it is disheartened, but it does not resist, it thinks that it will die if it dies, it does not want to point the axe blade at the former master, it has despaired, it has accepted its sad fate, it is just unwilling, why can human beings eat promises and oaths as food and as?!

How can the human heart be so fickle? It is only a single machine spirit, it can value feelings, and even if it is betrayed, it cannot bear to turn the finger at that person.

In the end, it was ridiculous that before his master could return it to the furnace and rebuild it, a terrifying enemy came to the door, and he tried his best to kill him, and the tomahawk took the opportunity to escape.

Since then, he has wandered everywhere, controlling his own destiny, and has no second master, and all those who covet it have become the souls of the axe without exception.

The tomahawk resisted frantically, preferring to be broken rather than surrender to the punishment sky, the brilliant brilliance bloomed, wisps of light lingered around the axe, and the violent energy distorted the air.

Xingtian blasted thousands of punches in the same place, and each punch did his best without any reservations, that is, the hard-wearing type of tomahawk, which is rough and thick-skinned, was replaced by other weapons, and it had long been dismantled into scrap iron scrap by Xingtian.

But even so, the position in the middle of the axe handle was subjected to a massive amount of explosive output, and the brilliance became much dimmer, and it seemed that it would break at any time.

Tomahawks are determined to never surrender even if they are destroyed, and they do not want to be controlled.

Boom Boom!

Xingtian punched three times in a row, and a crack as thin as a hair finally appeared on the axe handle, obviously, the axe handle could no longer bear it, and it reached the limit, and if it continued to fight, it would definitely break within a hundred punches.

Wisps of golden brilliance flowed out of the cracks, which were the origin of the divine soldiers, equivalent to human blood.

Tomahawks have already been traumatized!

It has found out itself, but it is not afraid at all, and still refuses to bow its head, even if the handle of the axe is broken, it will be greatly damaged, even if Xingtian still refuses to give up, and insists on breaking it into seventeen or eighteen pieces, it will only die, but if it submits to mankind by force, then even it will look down on itself.

Come on! If the axe master is afraid of death, what else will you do with your grandfather?!

A spiritual thought came over, this was the first time that Tomahawk communicated with Xingtian, and his voice was full of explosive temper, hysterical, and very hard.

Unexpectedly, Xingtian stopped and did not continue to punch.

"Why don't you accept it? Weapons are meant to kill the enemy, follow me, and I won't do you any wrong." "Xingtian's thinking has always been very simple, straightforward, believing that violence can conquer everything, and resolutely not using his brains to solve things that can be solved with his fists, but now he has encountered someone who is not afraid of death, and he is a little difficult.

"You human beings are not worthy of weapons! Cunning, greedy, and treacherous! Broken and ungrateful, promises and oaths are nothing but and worthless to you! Profit-seeking, unworthy of weapons!"

Tomahawks were furious.

"But ......" Xingtian scratched his head (pretending to exist), his voice slightly hesitant.

"But what is it? If you want to do it, hurry up, even if I am destroyed today, I will never surrender to humanity, come on! Don't you like hammers? ”

Tomahawks are unruly.

"But I'm not human, I'm also equivalent to a weapon, it's just a humanoid ......" Xingtian sighed, "I can't let you go, who let you sneak attack me, in this case, I respect you for having backbone and blood, and I will try not to let you suffer too much later, I will directly refine the spirit of the instrument and give you a good time." ”

The axe master was stunned for a full three seconds, and suddenly cried and grabbed the ground, the cry moved the heavens and the earth, it was called a grievance and sadness, it was sad to hear it, and it was crying to see it.

"Slow ...... the host"

……

Three minutes later, Xing Tian held a huge Xuanhua axe in his hand, waved it around, and danced a few "axe flowers", and the air made a splitting sound, which showed how sharp it was, and Xing Tian couldn't put it down.

It's as if it was made for him!

"You will call it the Xingtian Axe in the future!"

Axe: "......"

Xingtian's name is also unambiguous, it is his style.

"By the way, have you seen my master and my mistress all the way?" Xing Tian asked as he described the appearance of the two of them.

The axe master is careful and his liver trembles, should he ...... Did you fight with your master's master?

To be precise, it was the owner who attacked the master himself?

For the first time in hundreds of years, two people have been here, and it turns out that there is no need to think about it, the truth!

Oh my god!

The axe master suddenly felt that the future was dim, and it said cautiously, but Xingtian just said "um", and did not blame it, so it put its mind at ease and finished speaking in one breath.

"You said that the master mother is trapped in a cage, and the master is there?"

Xingtian got the news and immediately set off, wanting to rush as fast as possible.

Bang la blah

Unexpectedly, those rope chains moved again, and they frantically wrapped themselves towards Xingtian, and they actually counted the Xingtian axe as an enemy.

Xingtian was in a hurry, and there happened to be an extra magic weapon in his hand, and he used it directly unceremoniously.

In the face of the overwhelming meteorite iron chain, he did not pause at all, did not retreat and entered, his feet kicked the ground suddenly, like a cannonball shot out, in the air, Xingtian held the handle of the axe with both hands, roared angrily, and pulled out a full arc.

Airplanes!

The light of the Xingtian Axe suddenly brightened, and it suddenly exploded, and the brilliant edge was dazzling.

With just one blow, all the iron chains in front of him were swept away, and they were broken without the slightest pause, as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

Mighty and unstoppable!

Xingtian killed it directly, with the divine axe in his hand, his efficiency increased several times, and his speed soared, and it was smooth and unimpeded.

During this time, the Xingtian Axe told him that it had been here for many years and knew the controller of these chains, called Hei Da Zhuang...... Of course, it was the name that the axe master gave to others on his own initiative.

It is a spiritual chain, extremely hard, comparable to an ordinary divine soldier, and can control all meteorite chains, it is almost invincible in this place, the chain is endless, and it has trapped and killed many enemies who have broken in.

Hei Dazhuang was ordered to guard the iron prison, and anyone who trespassed would be caught and put in the iron prison, and some would be killed directly.

"What is the Iron Prison? And is it still on a warship?"

"The Iron Prison is an ancient prison, specially used to imprison those heinous and peerless murderers, it has been around for a long time, who made it, I don't know this, these are all Hei Dazhuang and me.

The Iron Prison is very large, I have had enough of wandering outside, and then I have been here for hundreds of years, where many ancient murderers are imprisoned, some have been annihilated by time, but there are a few extremely terrifying, and they are still not dead.

How could the Iron Prison be on a ship?!

(End of chapter)