The blue-white flames were restrained, and the high temperature that directly vaporized the twenty-one Heavy Building Realm masters was actually confined in a space of several hundred meters in size, without the slightest heat leakage.

The white old iron was wrapped in flames, and the firelight flowed on his mirror-like outer surface, and he was like a demon king from hell, constantly letting out a hideous and smug laugh.

In the dome, the Fog Knife commander pulled out his upper body with difficulty.

He grabbed a stalagmite in one hand and leaned down to look down. In the blue-white flames, twenty-one faint humanoid traces were clearly visible on the ground.

Twenty-one human bodies were vaporized by the high temperature in an instant, and their bodies left these marks on the rocky ground.

The flames wriggled, and these humanoid traces swayed from side to side like snake shadows, and there was infinite terror in the hideousness.

"Antiquity...... Oddities. The Fog Knife Master Commander muttered to himself, his voice filled with a piercing chill and an inexplicable hint of fear.

Wu Tie rolled on the ground for some distance, and finally stabilized his body. He leaped to his feet, holding his spear in his left hand, and drew a great circle around him.

No one attacked.

All of the Mist Killers, as well as their servant warriors, were all in place.

The twenty-one high-level fog knives of the Heavy Building Realm vaporized instantly, including more than four commanders, and they disappeared out of thin air.

This caused a great psychological impact on the mist knife, and they stared blankly at Lao Tie, who was like a demon god in the flames, and for a while, no one came to attack Wu Tie.

Wu Tie gasped, his left hand was hot from the elbow down, and his flesh seemed to be burning. He endured the pain in his arm and walked quickly in the direction of Lao Tie.

Lao Tie walked out of the flames step by step, and with a low laugh, he and Wu Tie smoothly converged.

The humanoid arm on his back slowly retracted into his body, and Lao Tie looked up at the Fog Knife Commander hanging upside down on the dome, and said in a deep voice, "We have left...... Why do you have to kill them all?"

Shaking his head, Lao Tie sighed heavily: "Although these words are very hurtful, I have to tell you...... The scum of the Chonglou Realm, with your insignificant strength, many years ago, you were just cannon fodder...... Cannon fodder!"

Tilting his head and glancing at the stunned fog knife killers, Lao Tie snorted to the ground: "A top-level scum who is not even qualified as cannon fodder." Who gave you the courage to send you to death?"

After laughing a few times, Lao Tie took Wu Tie and walked unhurriedly towards the nearest Yongdao crossing step by step.

Outside the Yongdao crossing, there was a group of warriors belonging to the Fog Knife, a group of heavily armed warriors of the Ox Clan and the Wolf Clan.

Seeing Lao Tie and Wu Tie constantly approaching, the elite warriors to which the fog knife belonged were frightened one by one, and subconsciously retreated to both sides.

The Fog Knife Chief Commander looked at Lao Tie with a gloomy face.

Seeing that the two of them were about to walk to the Yongdao entrance, the Fog Knife Chief Commander said in a deep voice: "I see that there are thirty-six red points of light in your arm...... You just used twelve?"

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

The Fog Knife commander ordered silence.

Lao Tie stood still in place, his eyes were bloody, staring at each other coldly.

There was silence in the audience, only Wu Tie's left arm trembled slightly, and the fingers that had re-covered the palm guard trembled and the barrel of the gun kept colliding, making a slight 'ding' sound.

The metal essence in the three straight knives was being absorbed by the bones of his arm, and the pain caused by the fusion of the metal material and the arm was unimaginable to ordinary people. When every bit of metal essence melts into the bones, it is as painful as a thousand cuts, and at the same time it is as painful as being burned in a steelmaking furnace.

Wu Tie had endured it as hard as he could, but he couldn't stop the trembling of his arm's natural reaction.

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

Why was he afraid?

Lao Tie had already shown such terrifying lethality, and the twenty-one high-level fog knives disappeared directly.

With such a strong lethality, why is Wu Tie still afraid?

The eyes of the three high-level fog knife who had just swung their knives to attack Wu Tie lit up, and their bodies shook subconsciously, bringing three wisps of wind towards Wu Tie and Lao Tie.

The Master of the Mist Knife commanded to hang 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 scared was ...... Perhaps, he knew the true combat power of Lao Tie, an ancient curiosity?

Perhaps, they were no longer able to deliver such a terrible attack, the blue-white flame that seemed to burn everything.

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

The three high-level fog knives approached quickly, they roared in a low voice, dozens of meters away from Wu Tie and Lao Tie, their hands waved rapidly, and suddenly accompanied by a piercing scream, dozens of Yuan-breaking blood knives rotated rapidly, like a round of small blood moons spilling towards Wu Tie and Lao Tie.

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

Wu Tie didn't dare to slack off, he hurriedly waved his right arm, and used the white tiger arm guard in his right hand to block these blood moons.

Lao Tie took a step across, and used his huge body to help Wu Tie block these Yuan-breaking Blood Knives. One after another, blood-colored light fell intensively, and landed on Lao Tie's body with a piercing cutting sound, and at the same time exploded into countless blood-colored points of light.

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

The three high-level Fog Knife Breaking Yuan Blood Knives did not pose any threat to him at all.

Wu Tie's left hand was still trembling violently, and the skin and flesh below his elbow were burned by the heat, if it weren't for the sealed armor wrapping it, the smell of roast meat would have drifted far away.

Enduring the severe pain, Wu Tie gritted his teeth. The fingers trembled violently, and they kept colliding with the barrel of the gun.

The Broken Yuan Blood Knife landed on Lao Tie's body and made a sharp 'creaking' cutting sound, and Wu Tie's fingers and the barrel of the gun collided together to make a 'ding' crisp sound.

The three blood knife leaders sent out nearly a hundred Yuan-breaking blood knives to Lao Tie in one breath, and they finally stopped, gasping sharply, and a white water vapor visible to the naked eye rose above their heads.

Whether it is supernatural powers or secret arts, they are all extremely labor-intensive things.

Nearly 100 Yuan-breaking Blood Knives, this is the limit of the three high-level Blood Knives.

Old Tie Feng shook his body lightly, and he looked up at the Fog Knife Chief Commander: "It's over?" So, let's go...... That piece of land, help us watch it well, don't do anything wrong in it...... That's grandpa...... A place of sadness, a place of remembrance!"

Lao Tie turned around and continued to walk towards the nearest Yongdao crossing with Wu Tie.

300 meters, 200 meters, 100 meters...... Fifty meters...... Twenty meters ......

The Fog Knife Commander hanging on the dome finally exhaled heavily: "If so, let you go like this...... What is the face of my fog knife?"

"Ancient Curiosities...... Isn't it amazing? Although, you look amazing......"

The Fog Knife Chief Commander sneered, and with a wave of his right hand, two black iron balls the size of a human head flew out of his hand, smashing down heavily towards Lao Tie and Wu Tie.

The black iron ball is pitch black, and the surface is densely covered with blood-colored lines.

At first glance, those blood-colored lines clearly formed a huge blood-colored eyeball, especially a small hole in the middle of the eyeball, in which blood gushed faintly.

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

Lao Tie yelled violently: "Ha, your luck is not bad!"

As he spoke, Lao Tie raised one of his front paws, slapped Wu Tie up with one paw, and flew into the Yongdao crossing.

The Fog Knife Chief Commander smiled......

His laughter was like an ice blade sharpened from ice, and it pierced everyone's ears coldly, and all the Spirits belonging to the fog knife shivered, and they all woke up from the psychological impact caused by the Flame Hell released by Lao Tie just now.

"Kill!" "Kill!" the commander of the Fog Knife scolded coldly: "Ancient strange things, sure enough, you still have to rely on ancient strange things to deal with." ”

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

In the next moment, the Fog Knife Commander commanded across thousands of meters, appeared in front of Wu Tie out of thin air, and slashed at Wu Tie in front of him.

Wu Tie subconsciously raised his left hand, and the palm guard on his palm receded like flowing water, revealing his palm with open skin and bones everywhere. In the open wound on his palm, a dull firelight flickered, and a pungent smell of burnt paste filled the air.

The taste is like a very poor chef making braised pork, and the result is the smell of a pot of charcoal.

The Fog Knife Chief Commander sneered, and the sword light was like a match, and he continued to slash down with a trace of blood.

When the sword light fell, the fog knife commander coiled a large black mist behind him, and a non-human demon god with a hideous face and knotted muscles could be faintly seen, standing up to the sky, holding a mountain in both hands and dancing vigorously.

In the hands of the demon god, the mountains were like stones, and they were thrown up by him from time to time...... Old high.

Hercules Magic ...... This is the magic power of the Fog Knife General Command.

This knife is the full force of the Fog Knife Commander's command, not to mention that Wu Tie has taken off the palm protection on his hand, even if he is wearing a complete armor, he is confident that he will slash Wu Tie in two.

Because he was a 'fog knife', he slashed at random, and the power was comparable to the power of the Yuan-breaking Blood Knife issued by the ordinary fog knife palm order with all its might.

The sword light was like lightning, and it slashed heavily on Wu Tie's palm.

The little bit of flesh left on Wu Tie's palm exploded, revealing a dark, metallic phalange. His phalanges vibrated violently, especially the first phalanx of his left index finger, which was vibrating at a very high frequency.

'Ding'!

An extremely long crashing sound came, and the Fog Knife Chief Commander ordered the straight knife in his hand to be knocked out of a thumb-sized gap by Wu Tie's fingers.

The shards of the crumbling blade exploded, and the gaps in the blades were densely filled with cobweb-like cracks.

Wu Tie's left index finger moved forward a little, and there was another piercing 'ding' sound.

The straight knife of the Fog Knife Chief Commander shattered, just like the straight knife in the hands of the three Fog Knife high-level officials, and it was also the same as the straight knife in the hands of the Nine Masters of the Fog Knife that day, and exploded into countless extremely fine fragments.

A large area of light invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people erupted from the straight knife, like fireflies that had found their nests, whistling and flying into the first phalanx of Wu Tie's left index finger. Wu Tie's palm ignited a flame more than a foot high, and the dull flame emitted a terrifying heat.

The Misty Knife Commander distorted Qingqi's face, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the shattered saber.

This straight knife is not only his saber, but also a symbol of power for the entire killer organization of the 'fog knife'.

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

The Adam's apple squirmed violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'wow' sound, staring directly at the fragments that the straight knife shattered and exploded, and he was completely stiff there for a while.

Wu Tie's eyes turned black in pain, a large piece of flesh and blood on his palms was burned to shreds, and his phalanges, metacarpal bones, and forearm bones seemed to be melting.

He roared, and his flaming left palm slapped on the chest of the Master of the Mist Knife.

The Fog Knife Commander caused the clothes on his chest to be burned to shreds, revealing large patches of flesh and skin. Wu Tie's palm was like a red-hot soldering iron, burning a large piece of skin and flesh 'snorting', and the pain made the master of the fog knife scream angrily.

In the sound of 'whirring', the commander of the fog knife raised his palms.

The palms were like knives, and they were like heavy axes held by the troll gods, slashing at Wu Tie's chest one after the other.

In the mist behind him, the hideous demon god roared in the sky, and the armor on Wu Tie's chest made a loud noise, and wisps of light flashed rapidly, seeing that the armor was dented, and a large number of cracks appeared on the surface.

This armor is just a material stored by the Great Iron with the Ancient God Barracks, a 'shoddy' non-standard armor.

For an ordinary Mist Knife Killer, this armor is indestructible. But for a master like the Fog Knife Commander, this layer of armor is just a slightly stronger iron sheet.

The terrifying force struck, and the large pieces of flesh and blood on Wu Tie's chest were shattered layer by layer by pure violence.

Wu Tie hissed and roared, he didn't know where the inspiration came from, he waved his right hand fiercely, and the white tiger crack arm transformed by the white tiger crack popped out the white tiger crack spear head two feet and four inches long.

The spear head shaped like a short sword flew quickly, and with a very thin tearing sound, it sliced towards the chest of the commander of the Fog Knife.

The Misty Knife Commander turned a blind eye to the white tiger crack that came from the horizontal split, and he suddenly added a force to his palms, wanting to shock Wu Tie to death here with a single blow.

The palm was wide, and the white tiger crack more than two feet long swept across.

The Master of the Mist Knife roared, and the Hercules Demon Phantom roared and jumped in the mist behind him, and a thick layer of black scales suddenly grew on his arms.

This is an additional attribute of Hercules' magic, and the black scales can greatly increase the physical defense of the Master of the Fog Knife.

This layer of black scales is difficult to break through even if a master of the same level as the Fog Knife Master Commander is holding a sharp weapon.

The White Tiger Crack swept by lightly, and the 'poof' sound was extremely slight, and the left arm of the Fog Knife Commander was broken by a blow from his elbow.

The severe pain struck, and the commander of the fog knife looked at Wu Tie in horror, and his right hand couldn't care about continuing to bombard Wu Tie, and his whole body brought up an afterimage, swaying a large wind, and retreated at full speed.

The White Tiger Crack swept through the chest of the Fog Knife Commander, bringing a large blood spring in front of his chest, and the Fog Knife Commander's Commander had at least seven sweeps and breaks.

The Master of the Mist Knife roared, and a bloody light erupted from his mouth, piercing through Wu Tie's right chest. 8)