The shattered blade fragments are still shaking violently, and the tiny fragments are constantly disintegrating and shaking.

Wu Tie subconsciously remembered the legend about "Chiyouyao". Any metal and iron can be crushed to pieces. As expected, isn't this straight knife in the eight palms' hand shattered?

It would be fine to smash it, Wu Tie saw it even more...

It wasn't that his naked eyes could not see such a subtle change. It was him covering the invisible force field around him, allowing him to see a few extremely bright and extremely thin light spots flowing out rapidly from countless blade fragments, like a stream being swallowed by his first phalanx.

To be precise, Wu Tie's left index finger had broken the straight knife with the eight-palm sword, extracting a large amount of essence from this rare magic weapon, and even swallowing these essences greedily.

A trace of extremely small fiery energy spurted out from the first finger bone, like a thin needle, and pricked hard on the second finger bone of Wu Tie's index finger.

Wu Tie subconsciously glanced at his left index finger.

He instinctively realized that the second finger of his left index finger had become much stronger.

Not only hardness, not only flexibility, but also some other changes have occurred. Some wonderful changes that Wu Tie cannot understand for the time being...even even the color of this finger bone has become a little deeper.

Eight palms made her stare at the disintegrating straight knife in her hand.

Wu Tie jumped up, he let out a long roar, bent his index finger with his left hand, and then he suddenly bounced his finger into the center of his heart of the Eight Palm Order.

Wu Tie used up all his strength in this attack.

His left index finger was shaking violently. With a "bang", all the blood and flesh of Wu Tie's entire left index finger exploded, and it exploded into a small ball of blood mist.

With a strange and deep color, the finger bones were like an iron knife piercing tofu, easily piercing through the thoracic bones of the eight palms.

The eight palms let out a whimper, and a mouthful of old blood was spurted out, and the black air was stomping back quickly. A dense sound of shattering came from his chest, and Wu Tie's finger directly shattered all the bones on his chest, almost shattering his entire upper body.

"Old Eight..." Wu Dao's two palms turned back in horror.
Chapter completed!