The legendary power of the primeval ice dragon's bloodline talent.

Joe finally understood what the concept of so-called great destruction and crushing of physical defenses was.

The scimitar in the hands of the highlander commander was densely covered with ripples like flowing water, and between the fine silver ripples, there were dark silver spots the size of a fingernail, like snowflake patterns.

This is the highest-quality steel unique to the Highlanders - snow iron.

This is not an alloy that can be refined by technical means, but the natural properties of some special ores in several rare metal deposits in the highlands.

Compared with ordinary stainless steel, the hardness and toughness of snow iron iron are nearly three times exceeded.

In front of the weapons made of snow-patterned iron, the metal armor of the countries of the Metland continent was as fragile as a piece of paper, and it could break through an inch-thick plate of armor with an easy blow.

And the toughness of the snow pattern iron makes it an extremely difficult weapon to destroy.

Even if it was bent one hundred and eighty degrees, as long as the force was discharged, these weapons forged from snow pattern iron would be restored to their original state without any damage.

Fortunately, the production of snow iron was not very large, and among the highlanders, in addition to officers of sufficient status, only the most famous 'heroic warriors' could obtain a precious weapon forged from snow iron.

Joe's right fist literally slammed into the snow pattern iron scimitar in the commander's hand.

The tentacles feel extremely weird.

The firmness of the snow iron disappears.

The toughness of ferrofoam disappears.

On Joe's fist, a layer of crimson knight's power vibrated strangely, and the 'legendary power' fell firmly on the scimitar through his fist.

Machete, crushed.

Joe didn't even feel much of a backlash, and before his fist could completely fall on the scimitar, the scimitar shattered from the tip to the hilt.

It was a complete physical shattering, the entire scimitar shattered into the tiniest pieces.

This is the crushing of the law level, the complete destruction and shattering of the physical defense by the legendary power, so that all the physical attributes of the snow pattern iron are gone, it is like a rotten broken iron knife, which is lightly touched by Joe's fist, and it collapses and shatters.

Joe's fist landed firmly on the Commander's chest.

The commander, dressed in a splendid and fancy suit with a layer of gold plating on the body and then dyed with mineral dyes in five brilliant colors, at first glance looked like a plate armor as gorgeous as the tail feathers of a large rooster.

Looking at this exaggerated color, you know that this plate armor comes from the Republic of Gaul.

Only those guys in the Republic of Gaul would make their armor so pompous, gorgeous, fancy, and unusually strong.

Republic of Gaul? From top to bottom, there is a tradition of 'respect for life'.

Plainly? Their generals to soldiers, from top to bottom? I'm all scared of death.

Armor from the Republic of Gaul? The defense and solidity have always surpassed the countries of the Metland continent.

How many thick scratches does this plate armor on the commander's body have? Looking at the traces, it is clear that they are left by the 30-millicaliber high-speed shells.

High-speed shells of thirty millicalibers? Can't break through this plate armor? It can be seen how good the defense of this plate armor is.

Joe's fist touched the plate armor.

The plate armor 'snapped', like a soap bubble blown by a child in the sun, gently shattering? It was blown up into countless tiny pieces and scattered all over the ground.

The power of legends? The complete destruction and smashing of physical defenses.

Brutal, unreasonable, and destroyed directly from the level of physical laws.

Joe still didn't feel much of the shock force, and his punch was wrapped around the Titan Fist, which weighed two million pounds? It fell on this thousand-commander whose strength had reached the Extraordinary Fifth Order.

This commander has just stepped into the fifth-order strength.

But relying on the transcendent potion bestowed by the Highland Wolf Temple? As well as the strange contractual connection he had forged with his wolf, his strength was much stronger than that of an ordinary transcendent fifth order.

Half a million pounds of physical strength? It is also a leader in the fifth-order transcendental.

Such power, and the physical strength that comes with it? Old arquebuses, new flintlock rifles? And the old-fashioned flowering shells of a hundred millicalibers? It's hard to hurt him too much.

Even with the indiscriminate bombardment of the new armaments of the Imperial Army before, in the accumulation of 120 millicaliber mortars and 155 millicaliber howitzers, this commander relied on his strong body and was lucky to survive.

Joe's fist slammed into his chest.

Joe still didn't feel much of the shock force, his fist touched the opponent's body, and his fist ...... It passed through a cloud of blood mist.

It's like a scimitar made of snow-patterned iron, like Gallic plate armor with incredible defense.

The body of the commander, physically destroyed, was shattered.

His body exploded into a dense cloud of blood mist, and Joe's heavy fist passed through the blood mist, like a heavy steam engine locomotive passing through a mountain tunnel at high speed, emitting a dull roar.

Joe cursed angrily, his punch was too hard, and his fist didn't take much of a backlash at all.

It's the equivalent of a person throwing a punch with all his might, but a punch hits the air.

Rao is Qiao has the 'Crimson' fighting instinct, and the attack effect of this punch is also beyond the extreme control of Joe's current 'Crimson Instinct'. He stumbled forward, staggered forward a few steps in embarrassment, and landed his fist firmly on the frozen ground.

The ground trembled slightly.

A dull sound came, and Joe's heavy fist blasted a large crater on the ground with a diameter of more than twenty feet, comparable to that of a heavy cannon.

Snow, mud, blood, and severed limbs flew high, whistling into the air, and then sprinkled on Gorkin, Mr. Sgens, Marcos, Orchid Hibiscus, Orchid Kikyo, and others.

"That's ...... The snow pattern iron scimitar ......" Gorkin wiped his bloody face hard, and yelled angrily at Joe: "That's the snow pattern iron scimitar with a market value of more than 50,000 gold marks...... There is also Gallic plate armor worth at least 10,000 gold marks...... Joe, you scumbag, you bastard! ”

Gorkin's eyes were red: "I wanted to get a weapon with snow pattern iron half a year ago......"

All the officers of the Imperial Army wanted to get a weapon made of snow pattern iron.

Men, especially soldiers, have a cult for good weapons.

The weapon made of snow pattern iron is undoubtedly the best of the best, and being able to capture a weapon made of snow pattern iron in the war of the Rhine Corridor is a decent thing that can be boasted of in the army for several years!

Such a good handle was actually smashed by Qiao's fist!

And that gorgeous Gallic plate armor......

The Ritu family was not short of money, as long as they were willing to spend it, such Gallic plate armor could be hung on the walls of the Ritu's house.

But the Gallic plate armor captured from the battlefield, such armor, for the imperial soldiers, can be used as a family heirloom, recorded in the family memorabilia, passed down from generation to generation, and bragged to the children and grandchildren!

Such a commemorative plate armor was also shattered by Qiao's fist!

Gorkin's heart ached, his eyes were red, he flew up, and kicked Joe's round ass lying on the ground: "Gather some strength...... Bastard...... Hesse is really eccentric, this fist of yours is much stronger than my saber! ”

Gorkin's teeth itched with hatred.

When he joined the army, Hesse also gave him a transcendent weapon, which was the sword he now has in his hand.

However, the attributes of this sword, aside from some hidden transcendent attributes, are only two levels stronger than weapons made of snow-patterned iron in terms of solidity and sharpness, and on the battlefield, it takes seven or eight powerful strikes to cut off the weapon made of snow-patterned iron.

And Joe actually smashed a snow-patterned iron scimitar and a Gallic plate armor with a single punch!

Gorkin doesn't think that's Joe's strength.

He only felt that it was the terrifying effect of Joe's Titan Fist......

Kicking Joe in the ass, Gorkin cursed in a low voice: "Eccentric Hesse, he has to give me a better sword...... My current 'Wind Shadow' is too light, too light...... It's not enough. ”

Gorkin has been in the army for several years, and these years have been the golden period when his strength has improved the fastest and his strength has grown by leaps and bounds.

The Shadow of the Wind, this is a transcendent weapon given by Hesse when he joined the army, and when he joined the army, he was not able to use this sword freely. But after a few years, the Shadow of the Wind has been unable to keep up with the progress of his strength for Gorkin.

Joe lay on the ground and spat out a mouthful of slag-laden saliva.

He stood up and smiled at Gorkin: "What do you want, tell me...... I'm rich now. ”

Joe slapped his chest hard and put on a rich nouveau riche face.

Gorkin rolled his eyes.

Extraordinary weapons, this is not something that money can solve.

The Rittal family has a lot of money, but there is only one way to obtain a transcendent weapon, that is, the ancient Titan hidden on a volcanic island, with a huge appetite, and a huge price to pay for a single shot.

The current Qiao may be very rich, after all, he made a windfall in the imperial capital.

But when it comes to getting a suitable transcendent weapon, it's really not a problem that money can solve.

"Be careful!" Gorkin grabbed Joe by the shoulder and pulled him back.

Gorkin used a lot of force to grab Joe behind him.

But Joe stood still, and Gorkin felt that he had not caught a big fat man who looked to weigh only more than three hundred pounds, but a majestic mountain.

Qiao Wen didn't move at all, but Gorkin's five fingers felt a slight pain from the shock.

Gorkin glanced at Joe in shock, waved the shadow of the wind, and with a hazy sword shadow, rushed towards the highland warriors flying in front of him.

Three captains, twelve thousands, nearly a hundred, and a large group of armored and well-armed highland warriors all rushed towards the point where Joe and Gorkin were.

"Joe, be careful to protect yourself!" Gorkin quickly collided with the three highlander captains, and didn't forget to turn around and yell at Joe: "These bastards, are you eyeing our two brothers?" ”