When the palm hit, it was still a normal color, but when it hit the Ping An warrior, it had turned cyan and lacked metallic luster.
"Green Devil's Hand!" the Ping An Warrior blurted out. He was already hit in the palm. The clothes on his chest were shattered in an instant. The low-grade silver fur had no defensive effect at all. A cyan palm print appeared. The Ping An Warrior shot out, hitting two plants in succession. The big tree fell heavily to the ground, spraying blood from its mouth, mixed with pieces of meat, and its eyes quickly dimmed.
"Be careful -" the Ping An soldier wanted to remind his comrades, but he was no longer able to make a sound. His two lips trembled slightly, and then there was no movement.
The person using the Blue Demon Hand was an old man of seventy years. His sparse hair was stuck in a hairpin. He was wearing coarse linen clothes and had a haggard face. He took a step forward and appeared behind a Heian warrior using a tiger head sword. Palm print comes out.
boom--
The old man's blue demon hand missed the Heian warrior's back and was blocked by a shield that suddenly appeared. The old man didn't seem to see the shield. The speed of the green devil's hand remained unchanged and he shot a solid one. The expected fragmentation did not appear. The runes on the shield shone brightly, and an extremely hard force burst out to resist the power of the green devil's hand.
When the old man was stunned, the Ping An soldier's tiger-headed sword had already struck him, as fast as lightning.
"It turns out to be a gold and stone curse!" A trace of disdain overflowed from the corner of the old man's mouth. Green light bloomed, and a force ten times more terrifying erupted. The shield shattered in an instant, and the green devil's hand was imprinted on the warrior's back without any hindrance. Almost at the same time, the warrior The tiger-head knife also hit the old man. The smile on the soldier's face suddenly froze before it bloomed, because he felt something was wrong, the sound of the knife entering the flesh was wrong. When he was thrown away, he turned his head with all his strength, and finally saw Chu Now, what he struck was not the enemy's neck, but his fingers. His tiger-head knife was caught between the old man's two fingers. It was hard to believe that two thin fingers could hold him still with all his strength. A slashing knife.
The facts are before our eyes. When the Ping An soldiers were unconscious, the old man casually threw the tiger head knife on the ground. He didn't like to use weapons, and his hands were the most powerful weapons. He moved across the battlefield like a ghost, seemingly slow but actually very fast. He struck out with a light palm, and the Heian warriors couldn't dodge it even with all their strength. As he watched the palm hit his body and the pain spread throughout his body, his life was gone.
The old man is extremely powerful. Regardless of whether they are silver or golden warriors, whenever they encounter him, they will be killed with one move. Three teams and 60 Ping An warriors besieged him alone. Not only did they not hurt him at all, but all of them were killed. Death, less than half a cup of tea, only a dozen warriors left.
The old man was also worried that these people would run away. Unexpectedly, not only did no one of the Ping An soldiers escape, but they attacked more violently. This made him more murderous. The crazier the Ping An soldiers acted, the greater the threat. He did not like such enemies. He likes his enemies to be fearful, frightened, and cowardly.
"Everyone, stand down!" A loud shout came from a distance, the sound was rolling, shaking the trees and making leaves rustle. But before the sound arrived, a bolt of lightning shot through the air, and wherever it passed, a distortion appeared in the void. The leaves and branches on the edge of the passage instantly turned into powder.
The Ping An soldiers were no longer familiar with this voice. After hearing it, surprise and excitement appeared in their eyes. Without thinking, they backed away in lightning. The old man wanted to pursue, but when the green demon hand was about to touch the body of the soldier using the dagger, he had no choice but to If he didn't take it back, the arrow seemed to have predicted his thoughts, and the angle was wonderful. If he insisted on killing the soldier, the arrow would hit his Dantian.
The dantian is the most important part of a warrior. Even if he is as powerful as him, he does not dare to let others touch his dantian easily and has to stop and defend himself.
boom--
The green devil's hand collided with the arrow, causing a terrible explosion. A mysterious power overflowed, and a gleam flashed in the old man's eyes: Talisman Arrow. The internal force circulated, and the green light flourished, forming an indestructible layer of protection on the palm. The power of the corpse-breaking curse could not damage it in the slightest.
Just when the old man thought that was all, at this moment, his eyes shrank, and instantly shrank into the most dangerous sharp shape. An arrow appeared out of thin air, appearing in front of him at an unimaginable speed. When he found it, the arrow had already Touched the clothes.
The old man straightened his back, and a breath of soaring energy burst out. The space was stunned. With a flash of lightning, he almost caught the arrow shaft. The next second, his expression changed. The power contained in the arrow was extremely terrifying. With his green demon hand, he couldn't catch it. The friction between the arrow shaft and his palm produced a stream of sparks, and he continued to move forward.
"Hey!" The old man exhaled and raised his voice, and a dazzling light burst out. The strength in his hand increased more than ten times, and the arrow immediately seemed to be cast, motionless.
"Break!" the old man shouted coldly. He exerted force on his hand and the arrow broke inch by inch. At this moment, a sudden change occurred. The arrow rune flashed and exploded suddenly. The terrible power expanded in all directions. The high temperature instantly caused the air to break. Distorted, the surrounding vegetation instantly turned from green to powder, and the earth became scorched black.
The old man wrapped in flames let out an angry roar and appeared dozens of meters away like a ghost. A blue light flashed and the flames covering his body were extinguished in an instant. He could no longer be seen. However, if you look closely, you can still see his eyebrows. There were burnt marks on his face, beard and hair.
The old man had no time to be angry, because he was enveloped in a bright sword light, fast, dense, cunning, and ruthless, like mercury pouring down the ground, penetrating all over the place. The old man had experienced countless big and small battles over the years, but this was the first time he encountered such sword skills. He concentrated on dealing with it, and his hands turned into bronze, and he slapped or grabbed, flicked or poked, every move, fast, simple and simple. From time to time, the blade of the blade collided with the green devil's hand, causing a deafening loud noise.
A hundred meters away, Liu Wei'an drew his bow and faced it. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the two fighting people. Zhang Wuhe, who was like a ball of flames, attacked from all directions. The sword flashed and made almost no sound. The old man Her feet were stuck on the ground like nails, motionless, only relying on her hands to block Zhang Wuhe's attack. Not only that, while defending and attacking, Zhang Wuhe seemed to be getting more and more aggressive. If you look closely, you will find that she He was vaguely bound, like a moth that had strayed into a spider's web. The more he struggled, the more and more webs became attached to his body. This was an incredible thing. The person who was the main attacker was suppressed instead, but that was the fact.
If Zhang Wuhe was alone, she would be in critical condition today, but with Liu Wei'an beside her, the situation would be different. After Liu Wei'an fired his bow, he stopped moving, holding his tongue but not speaking, giving the old man a great blow. It was dangerous, so he didn't dare to use his full strength. He had to reserve some energy to pay attention to Liu Wei'an, so that Zhang Wuhe could attack unscrupulously and without fear.
