Chronicles of Primordial Wars

The knife was trembling and his whole body was slightly convulsed. One was painful. After all, the wound on his body was not yet complete, but the main thing was the rage that rose on his body. Compared to the anger of losing a nuclear species, the pain naturally doesn't count as much.

There is no one here but Shao Xuan and the knife.

The more the knife is like this, the more Shao Xuanjiang is convinced that what he just got is precious, determined to keep it well, to no one can give the knife.

Shao Xuan could hear the blade gasp, like an angry flaming cow. He felt the change just as Shao Xuan planned to go out and clean up the portal.

There seems to be some intangible energy around the riot, and it's the knife that stands there that drives it.

The power of this uprising made Shao Xuan feel bad. From the gap between the stones, Shao Xuan saw the knife at this time.

The knife's top has been broken, and he can see countless fine lines from head to torso and arms, like a sutra. These appearing fine lines still extend, covering the body of the knife, and not only do these fine lines beat like a meridian, thick and thin.

The knife feels that such a change is a good thing, that he can feel the power flowing through the meridians, that the body is strengthening, and that it is changing in the right direction. Only at this moment, Knife did not have much mind to feel such a change. He is still in the rage of losing his nuclear species. Anger makes his mind less clear and does not for a moment want the results and significance of such a change.

Shao Xuan was surprised by the chain-like pattern that appeared at the neck of the knife, which was White Stone City's slave pattern. After unlocking the premium slave pattern, the slave pattern on the body would also change, not as many as the lower slaves.

At this moment, Shao Xuan felt that the chain on the knife neck was like being strained, and the raised muscles made the knife appear to swell the whole person.

Changes such as knives and knives continue, and the air currents around us are pouring wildly. As the roar growled, the chain was tightened and then tightened.

Nearly all the bones on the knife's body at the sternum, spine, limbs, knee elbows, etc. are making noises, such as the rattlesnake shaking the tail's “gala” sound. And the severely wounded arm of the knife is rapidly being repaired, as if reborn.

The heart becomes stronger, blood flows rapidly through the meridians of the neck, and the muscles seem to expand outward at a rhythm as the heart beats.

Shao Xuan heard the sound of "bang” as if the chain had been broken alive. At the same time, the chain lines on the neck of the knife are truly broken and, like melting, gradually dissipate and disappear.

The corner of Shao Xuan's eyes jumped violently, his eyes could not stop showing amazing color. Did he ever ask Sook, a slave who was enslaved, if he could break out of that bondage?

Sugu said, yes, but the odds are very low. People who can do that must be talented, not only extremely talented, but also have some luck. That's not something anyone can do, none of them.

And now, there's this guy in front of Shao Xuan, and he did it.

In Shao Xuan's mind, there appeared a fire, a fire that was not a slave, not a totem flame in the corner of the flame, nor a two-color flame of the slave master. In any case, it is a flame of independence, out of slavery. This is a mapping of the source of power at the moment.

The knife of the moment, like an angry purpose Shura, is as powerful as a demon. The power fluctuations that erupted made Shao Xuan's complexion unusually heavy.

Boom!

The knife was another punch at the stone pillar next to him, with the madness of destruction in his eyes, like losing his mind.

The earthquake was even more devastating, and the stones fell with the dust.

It can't go on like this!

Shao Xuan instantly mobilized the power of the totem to the peak, the flame of the totem in his brain tumbled violently, the blood seemed to boil with the appearance of the totem pattern, the surrounding body momentum such as the pentious river water persevered forward, seemed to even face a thick wall of city, it had to be hard to break open. Compared to the knife that just broke through the fetter, it didn't weaken.

What if the knife breaks through the shackles? Kill as you please!

Almost at the moment Shao Xuan rushed out, the madness of the knife shifted the target, moving from the stone pillar next to him to Shao Xuan's body, and his gaze was locked on Shao Xuan's body. At this moment, in the sight of the knife, the surrounding stones, corpses, and even the entire palace, all that remained was Shao Xuan - the one who stole the nuclear species and broke his dream!!

When he saw Shao Xuan rush, the knife did not evade, and his body shook directly towards Shao Xuan and rushed out. As he jumped, the slabs laid under his feet could not withstand this sudden impact, cracking into pieces of different sizes, and the stone chips rose like fog.

Intense fist shadows staggered, the air was beaten like a heavy hammer compression, the visible oscillating corrugated layers of the naked eye scattered, and the dropped stone chips and dust from the top were shaken apart.

One face, I don't know how many times I've dealt with him.

After falling from the air, Shao Xuan grabbed up and went straight to the knife.

The surrounding airflow seemed to be driven by Shao Xuan and pressed towards the knife. Fist hasn't arrived yet, but the oppressive air that passes through the army has rolled in, demonstrating the power it contains.

In the face of Shao Xuan's attack, the knife was absolutely confident, couldn't avoid flashing, the ankle turned suddenly again, and in response, the floor was split into chunks of slab and crushed.

In the mind of the knife, if you break through the fence, you reach a height that is difficult for others to reach, but you are just a tribal kid, even if this person has been promoted, it is not as powerful as breaking through the fence itself. He also killed tribesmen after he became a high-ranking slave, and in his view, although tribesmen had some strange abilities, they were nothing but despised, especially after learning the secrets of tribal sparks.

He's going to kill the man who stole the nuke!

There was a series of blasting voices in the air, such as thunder rolling and drumming. Each hit contains the determination to kill, and if a normal person is confronted with such an attack, it must be bombarded with slag.

In the underground palace beneath this desert, there is only one roar left, and the others appear extremely faint in such roar.

The smaller the broken slab, the shaken stone chips and dust are smog all around.

Shao Xuan felt as if he had returned to the original mountain forest, full of mystery and crisis, in a battle with the fierce beast. In the face of a vicious beast, an inadvertent, slightly weaker momentum can create an irreversible situation.

And right now, too. Besides, it's a traitor facing a tribe like the Knife.

No retreat, no weakness! If the other party is strong, he is stronger! If the other party is sharp, he is sharper! If he wants to spell, he spells better!

The totem pattern on Shao Xuan's body began to light up, like the flame casting, which seemed to burn people, as he did when he exposed the blue flames at the battlefield.

Boom!

The knife took a heavy punch.

In one punch, Shao Xuan did not stop. The shadow of the fist, which could not be seen by the naked eye, was again bombarded on the chest of the knife.

The knife with two punches in her body was in the shape of a wolf, flicked upside down in the air, fell to the ground, and continued to slide backwards for a period before stopping.

Shao Xuan still had to go on for a few moments, but found that the skin on the knife was split like a meridian. The blood seeped out of it. The knife fell on the ground and looked in the direction of Shao Xuan. His mouth kept spraying blood and his whole body twitched. This is no longer a gas, but an uncontrollable reaction.

Those two punches, like a signal, like a pair of hands pushing a long size bone card, cheering, the bone card chain collapsed. The sharp and unstoppable smell of everything just before the knife decayed terribly.

The lines on the face of the knife were splattered with blood, the expression was twisted due to pain, and the look grew more and more stubborn, the eyes filled with incredible colors.

Breaking through the shackles and losing? If yes, give him another two days, no, just enough for one day, he will stabilize the riot of strength in his body, and be ready, he will beat this kid, he will...

You can't let this kid steal the nuke. It's his own. It's his knife. He also has to build his own desert city, become a slave owner, become a hegemonic king, how can he and how can he die?!

Unwilling! He doesn't want to!

You can't lose to anybody! No, I can't!

The knife's eyes were wide open, staring at Shao Xuan as he walked towards him, and the stone chips and sand had landed, but his vision, which should have been clearer, had become blurred. He felt that his strength was drastically diminishing, and that the sense of strength and flutter that broke through the shackles seemed to be illusory. The tide rises, then the tide recedes.

Finally, in his blurred vision, the closer and closer shadow seemed to turn into a fire, and there seemed to be a pattern in the flame, a diagonal pattern behind his head that he had long thrown away.

Shao Xuan looked at the knife that had lost its breath of life, and wondered in his heart. Although his two punches used a lot of force, if the ability to break through the fetter with a knife, the physical strength should not die so easily. The last of these manifestations is more like being violently reversed.

Shao Xuan pressed his finger on the pulse of the knife, it did stop beating, and unlike the strong appearance, the knife inside the body, seemed messy and seriously damaged.

Because of the nukes?

No, it's not necessarily the nuclear species.

Shao Xuan was thinking, suddenly the whole palace shook, a large number of stones fell from the top, sand and dust seeped through the cracks above.

Boom!

Again.

Like there's someone on top who's intentionally slapping.

The infiltrating sand and dust spread like waterfalls, and huge chunks of boulders began to fall. Lighting crystals have dimmed a lot since the nuclear species were wrapped up, and are now covered in sand and dust, which is even darker.

Shit, who the hell is up there?

Now and not at any other time, Shao Xuan hurried back towards the direction when he came. The torch inserted in the palace had long been extinguished, and the darkness in the palace.

Fortunately, Shao Xuan can still see the road in a different view.

After Shao Xuan ran away, the place where the knife had previously been fought sounded, where it had begun to collapse.

This underground palace, which had cost hundreds of slave lives, now buried dozens of lives, is about to become a thing of the past.