"There is no sword or killing in this word."
"There are only three mills."
"Every ax you chop and every Sha Qi ball you throw will be ground into powder when it enters my millstone."
"My Haoran Righteous Qi is not used to hit you, it is used to grind you."
"The thicker your Sha Qi is, the more it will be worn away."
Lang Tu After hearing this, his gray-brown muzzle suddenly opened, and a rough sneer squeezed out from between the two rows of sharp teeth.
"Grind?"
"Laozi I want to see how many kilograms of meat Laozi your broken millstone can grind away!"
He kicked the ground hard with his right foot, and his whole body hit the front of the battle formation like a crazy beast.
He no longer used his ax to chop at the nimbus, but instead used his entire shoulder and back to hit it.
The left claw and right claw grasp the outer halo of the battle formation at the same time.
The five sharp hooks were firmly inserted into the gaps in the edges of the text, and then he suddenly exerted force and used his body to tear the light wheel to both sides.
The nimbus was torn open by him.
But the counter-rotating toothed rings in the middle rushed up the moment the crack appeared, biting his shoulders and back.
The Haoran Righteous Qi on the ring burned the fur on his back, and a burning smell filled the air.
Lang Tu was in pain but did not let go. He gritted his teeth and continued to tear, stretching the crack an inch wider.
The inner disk was exposed through the crack he tore open, and the three grindstones were still spinning wildly.
The inscriptions on the disk released dense ink-colored light as they rotated, hitting him head and face.
Lang Tu was hit by those ink-colored rays of light, each one burning out a tiny scorch mark.
Dozens of burn marks all over his body were hurting at the same time, but he couldn't care about them anymore.
He released his right claw from the light wheel, gripped the ax tightly, and struck the ax into the center of the inner disk at a very close distance.
That ax burned nearly 10% of the Sha Qi in his body, and the dark red light condensed on the ax blade was so intense that it turned black.
The ax blade hit the center of the disk, and the rotation of the three grindstones suddenly stopped at that moment, and several cracks appeared on the disk.
"Broken!"
Lang Tu roared, the ax in his hand exerted force again, and cracks spread from the ax blade to all sides.
The disk rotated slower and slower, became more and more astringent, and finally exploded into ink-colored fragments with a dull cracking sound.
The battle formation lost its support after the core shattered, and the two outer haloes and ring rings simultaneously collapsed into a chaotic ink-colored fragment of light.
Lang Tu rushed out of the shattered light, covered in blood, and most of his gray-brown fur was scorched black by Haoran Righteous Qi, but he did smash Battle-Character Battle Formation into pieces.
"Who."
Xie Approaching the Abyss Make another stroke with your right hand.
The fourth ball of light exploded and turned into a huge dark round mirror floating above Lang Tu's head.
The mirror surface is as smooth as water, reflecting the face of Lang Tu looking up.
The Lang Tu in the mirror is exactly the same as the real Lang Tu.
But the only difference is that Lang Tu in the mirror has complete Killing Intent Carapace, the ax in his hand is sharp, and there are no scars on the body surface.
The mirror began to rotate slowly, faster and faster.
As the mirror rotated, the real Lang Tu felt that his movements began to become sluggish.
He wanted to swing the axe, but the speed of raising his arm was a beat slower than what he thought.
He wanted to open his mouth to curse, but his lips moved a few times before the sound came out.
He looked down at his hands and found that his fingers were becoming transparent, like the things reflected in the mirror, becoming increasingly unreal.
"You..."