Chapter Seventy-Four: Capture the Eight Mirrors
Chihaya Hui retreated a few meters, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, and the demon knife in her hand was also trembling.
"What a terrible man!"
The guardians and the supernatural people below looked at the man in the sky with the white cloth in their hearts. They have already seen Chihayahui's strength, which is almost comparable to A+++ and infinitely close to the terrifying powerhouse of the S-rank. was shocked by the punch of the man wrapped in a white cloth, this kind of strength, even the strongest Thales can't do it.
"I'm afraid that person is only an S-level powerhouse. I didn't expect that there would be an S-class powerhouse here. Thales below looked at the man wrapped in a white cloth in the sky, and his heart sank.
The S-class powerhouses are legendary powerhouses, and each of them has extremely strong strength. A single person can match a squad of abilities led by a master like Thales in a head-to-head battle.
In addition, the S-level powerhouse is alone, and he is elusive. If a team of abilities like Thales hadn't been on guard, it wouldn't be uncommon for them to be assassinated and wiped out by S-class powerhouses.
The white cloth man shook Chihaya Hui with a punch, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he stepped out, and one after another afterimages appeared, and his deity immediately appeared in front of the Eight Mirrors, and his big hands grabbed the Eight Mirrors fiercely.
"No! This artifact must not be allowed to be taken by him! Thales looked at the white cloth man, and his heart was awe-inspiring, if this artifact fell into the hands of an S-class powerhouse, his team would not know how much strength it would take to take it back, and how many people would have to die.
Thales' eyes flickered, and in the large bag he was carrying behind his back, nearly a thousand finger-sized alloy steel thorns with poisonous blood grooves shot out, turning into a torrent of steel like a cannonball towards the white-clothed man in the sky.
Thales is a powerhouse capable of wielding a variety of steel alloy abilities, each of which is comparable to armor-piercing bullets and piercing through the armor of ordinary vehicles. Only the tank's alloy armor can defend against its alloy spikes.
Many of the Strangers were in the same mind as Thales, a terrifying ice pick capable of freezing everything, and dozens of giant trees rose from the mountain and blasted towards the white-clothed man in the sky.
Below, snipers, guardians, and special forces all held assault rifles and fired wildly at the man in the white cloth in the sky.
Countless attacks blasted through the sky, but they were blocked by an invisible barrier.
The invisible barrier was only blocked for a split second before it was breached.
It was just that moment, when everyone was late, the big hand of the terrible white cloth man grabbed the eight-sword mirror, and a bloody arrow shot out from his hand and landed on the mirror surface of the eight-card mirror.
Dripping blood to confess the Lord is a well-known means of bringing many artifacts to a knees.
The blood of the white cloth man fell on the eight mirrors, the eight mirrors flashed, and the blood that fell on them immediately dissolved, and a cold and incomparably light containing the power of endless moonlight shot towards the white cloth man.
This time, the white cloth man's face under the white cloth finally changed color, and the cold moonlight of the Eight Mirrors gave him endless pressure, and he finally used his true ability.
The white cloth man's right hand formed a seal similar to a stone collapse, and countless yuan forces were conceived in it, frantically compressed, and in an instant, it was as if a Mount Tai was conceived in his hands, and a momentum of dominating the world and being the only one spread from his body.
Qian Zaohui's face beside the white cloth man changed slightly, this white cloth man was the most terrifying powerhouse she had ever seen.
"Broken!" The man in white cloth burst into a shout, and his right hand slammed into the moonlight like lightning.
There was a loud bang, and the moonlight divine light shot out of the artifact Eight Mirrors was shattered by the white cloth man's punch.
Shaking the power of the artifact, the white cloth man was also uncomfortable, a mouthful of blood arrow spurted out of his mouth, and he was shocked to retreat hundreds of meters, like a meteor falling towards Namuyan Village. Then the shock was huge, and the white cloth man also dodged countless attacks.
"The boss has failed!" In the middle of the Qingyan Mountain, in a hidden corner, four imposing young men were hidden, one of them was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
"There is no way, the artifact Eight Mirrors are only afraid that they will also reject foreign bloodlines like the artifact Xuanyuan Sword. Otherwise, the boss has already succeeded. Another handsome man with glasses said.
"What do we do now?" One asked.
"Go and protect the boss, this time the boss is injured. As a pro-guard, our greatest mission is to protect the boss. ”
The four nodded, then leaped down the mountain.
"That move is similar to a rockfall."
The scene of the white cloth man fighting with everyone entered Nie Leng's eyes, and a doubt flashed in his heart. He was sure that that person was definitely not Wang Tianxiong, because Wang Tianxiong gave him a bottomless feeling. Although that person was very strong, he didn't give Nie Leng an unfathomable feeling.
In a few flashes, Nie Leng had already rushed to the front of the Eight Mirrors.
Sky and Moon Flowing Secret Style, Dark Light!
A cold light flashed in Qianza Hui's eyes, and the village in his hand was like a female killing god who came out of the night, silently slashing towards Nie Leng like a ghost.
With a single slash, Nie Leng, who was carrying Ikeda Yueying, was cut into two pieces by Chihaya Hui.
It was just that in the next moment, Na Nie Leng and Ikeda Yueying collapsed and disappeared.
"Oops, it's an illusion!"
As soon as Chihaya Hui turned around, she found that Nie Leng had come to the Eight Mirrors with Ikeda Yueying on her back.
"I'm afraid that if this thing is not of a specific bloodline, it will not be able to make it recognize its master. From today onwards, it's yours. With a wave of his hand, Nie Leng slashed Ikeda Yueying's small hand, and a finger popped out, and the drop of blood shot onto the Yaga mirror.
"Damn !!" Below there, Thales was furious, and with a movement of his mind, nearly a thousand steel thorns shot towards Nie Leng and Ikeda Yueying in the sky.
Ice picks, rockets, earth cones, thunder light, and bullets of various calibers frantically bombarded Nie Leng. Even the eight-point mirror is included. What you can't get yourself doesn't let others get, this is human psychology.
As soon as Ikeda's blood sank into the Yachi mirror, it was immediately absorbed by the artifact.
Ikeda Tsukizakura suddenly had a sense of blood connection with the artifact Yaga Mirror.
Yakagami stopped absorbing the moon essence and flew to Ikeda's head and sank into her eyebrows. As soon as the Yaga mirror sank into Ikeda Yueying's eyebrows, the little Lori fainted. The wound that had been cut by Nie Leng also healed in a few breaths.
Looking at this scene, Chihaya Hui was stunned, and a touch of disbelief flashed in her eyes.
"Giant Shield, Demon Shield, now!" Nie Leng chanted the spell Void Finger, and the Intermediate Magic Giant Shield Demon Shield was activated, and a demon phantom holding a giant shield bull-headed human body appeared out of thin air, holding a giant shield engraved with skeletons, goats, wolves, tigers, and leopards in front of him.