"Roar!"

He opened his mouth and roared, his body was full of corpse energy, and he punched out, piercing through the heavy knife curtain, and smashing straight at Lan Ziyi.

clang��

Another sound came, and Lan Ziyi crossed her swords in front of her body, accurately blocking the blow, but was forced back by a violent force.

At this moment, Commander Iron Corpse had a warning in his heart, and a strong sense of crisis was boiling in his heart like boiling water. He turned his head and looked aside, only to see that Lu Ye, who had attacked him earlier and repelled him with a single knife, was now using a golden knife Standing not far away, holding a knife in one hand, his sharp eyes pierced him like a sharp sword, and the power of his whole body was poured into the long knife in his hand frantically, causing the magic-level Panshan knife to roll with fire, as if it was burning stand up.

Tie Shishuai could tell at a glance that Lu Ye was gaining momentum.

The power of the knife he was about to slash next was bound to be earth-shattering.

Iron Corpse is handsome, don't panic, no matter how powerful this knife is, he still needs to hit himself. At this moment, Lu Ye is gaining momentum, Lan Ziyi has been forced back by him, and the rest of the human race is not to be feared at all, so he jumped , soaring into the sky, one must stay away from the place of right and wrong.

He had only grown to a height of three feet, when a big iron hoop-like hand suddenly protruded from an inexplicable place and grabbed his ankle. Pulled him out of mid-air.

In the next moment, Tie Zhanshuai felt that his vision was upside down, his figure was out of control, and he hit the ground heavily.

It was the master who grabbed his big hand and beat him like a rag sack.

boom��

A crater instantly appeared on the ground, and the strong vibration spread in all directions, making the eyelids of the Kyushu monks who had just been robbed jump.

Boom boom boom...

The arm of the giant armour, swung left and right, hitting the ground with a bang.

Iron Corpse Shuai was furious, with his strong physical body, this kind of encounter would not cause him any serious injuries, but he has never been treated like this before.

When being swung, his body suddenly arched, his thin body was like a boneless poisonous snake, it clung to the arm of the giant armor, and with a twist, it rode on the neck of the giant armor.

"die!"

He roared angrily, clasped the neck of the giant armor with one hand, made a halberd with five fingers in the other hand, and stabbed straight at the sky spirit cover of the giant armor.

All the people who watched this scene were indifferent.

"Ding!" A crisp sound came out, and Tie Zhan's handsome Tong Kong shrank slightly, with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

It was only because his inevitable blow did not cause any harm to the opponent.

He could see clearly that at the moment when his attack landed, the spiritual power gathered on the top of the opponent's head, and suddenly a dense object was formed, which looked like a turtle shell that had shrunk countless times...

Its quality is strong, and it actually blocked his blow.

Before he had time to be surprised, an unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly descended and enveloped him.

He raised his head abruptly, and Lu Ye's figure in his field of vision had already rushed towards him. The short gain of momentum made his aura soar to the point that even the handsome Iron Corpse turned pale. Shuai felt the long-lost feeling of fear.

With a slap, the giant armor stretched out its other hand at this moment, and grabbed the big hand that the handsome iron corpse clasped around his neck.

With one hand and one foot bound, there was no way to escape, and Tie Shishuai finally panicked.

Lu Ye raised his figure slightly, and the long knife clung to by the fire slashed out, passing by the giant armor and the Iron Corpse Commander riding on him, sliding straight for more than ten feet before stabilizing his figure.

The flames receded, and the Panshan Dao returned to its original plain color, the pitch-black blade lacking any luster. JrNovels.com