Chapter 357: I rely on, this kid grabbed the weapon of the 8-arm magic general ... (2/2)

The flame permeated the trowel, and the air was burned and distorted, showing its high temperature.

King Wang Teng's eyes flickered a little, and he lifted his knife to block, but Zhao Yuanwu was reluctant to spare. He slashed one after another, forcing Wang Teng to retreat.

Dang Dang Dang Dang!

Two swords collided, and Mars was splashing.

King Wang Teng clearly saw that the sword in his hand was being cut out, and even cracks appeared, and it was about to be scrapped.

”Such a fierce slash, such a neat counterattack, Zhao Yuanwu's long sword is in hand, we can only see the afterimage, Wang Teng seems to be in a weak position, must he really be about to reverse the defeat?” Commentator Zhang Jun's commentary Sound at the right time.

”Wang Teng's situation seems a little bad!” Said another commentator Su Xiao.

The voice just fell.

There was a sudden crisp sound on the big screen.

Click!

The next moment, everyone saw that the sword in Wang Teng's hands was actually chopped off by Zhao Yuanwu, fragmented into pieces, and scattered all over the floor.

”Now see how you can stop it!” Zhao Yuanwu flashed a faint color in his eyes, slashing at Wang Teng with a wide open.

Many viewers closed their eyes when they saw it.

Zhan Linchuhan turned pale and never thought that it would be a win-win situation, and such an accident happened again.

On the second floor of the audience hall, Peng Yuanshan opened his eyes slightly and stared at the scene on the platform.

Everyone held their breath, sweating for Wang Teng.

Huh!

At this moment, a dull sound came from the platform.

This sound is like chopping on an extremely thick iron plate!

But ... this is not right!

元 Zhao Yuanwu froze. Looking at the eyes, Wang Teng's hands turned out to be an extremely dark giant weapon.

Everyone reacted and looked towards the platform.

Then my eyes fell on that weapon ~~ What is this? ”

Everyone looked at this strange weapon like Zhao Yuanwu.

Like a sword and a sword, huge!

How come there is such a strange weapon.

It's whispering!

”This is ... black magic gold !!!”

Many gangster-level figures present at the moment saw the doorway of this weapon.

Turned out to be a magic soldier cast by black magic gold! !!

And still such a big piece!

Many of the big guys who were present at the scene couldn't help swallowing and spitting their eyes.

Come on!

I'm so violent!

Such a large piece of magic black gold is enough to forge several conventional weapons, but now only forging a strange weapon in Wang Teng's hands, it is a waste.

”How do I think this weapon is a little ... familiar?” Ye Jixing, the main star of the Xingwu Pavilion, whispered to himself on the second floor of the auditorium.

”You forgot the war a year ago. The eight-armed magician Zulzi's weapon looks like this.” Lei Zhenting, the owner of the Thunder Wuguan Pavilion, said subconsciously.

After saying that, he reacted to himself, widening his eyes and staring at Ye Jixing.

”Fuck, this kid grabbed the weapon of the eight-armed magic general ?!”

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