C1662 Sacred Equipment Was Still Trash in the Hands of Trash
1662. The sacristy was still trash in the hands of trash.
Great Demon was stunned for a moment, and his heart trembled once more.
What a powerful Blue-faced orc! His two fingers are even harder than my weapon!
This is probably a profound cultivation technique, the Martial Skills!
Next, I have to be careful and accept the challenge.
He thought about it in his mind, but his hands did not stop moving.
After all, he was Great Demon, and he had fought all kinds of battles in his life.
He had seen a lot of things, and his heart was very strong.
Ignoring the broken scythe head, he continued to swing the remaining blades at the Neck of Sacred One.
Jin Jilie's expression suddenly changed.
He knew that Sacred One was strong, but he did not expect him to be so strong!
How could a sacristy be broken by just a finger?
He had to train his body to be harder than a sacristy, and the cultivation level had to be higher than Great Demon in order to achieve that.
This battle...
Jin Jilie's fighting spirit, which had just risen up, instantly weakened.
"Cheer up. Blue-faced orc did this on purpose. He wants to destroy our morale!"
Elder Leto's voice came from behind.
He encouraged Elder Jin Jilie and also encouraged himself and Naren Ba.
The power of Saint One had gone beyond his imagination.
At the same time, he looked at Zhang Xing in shock.
How could he be so powerful?
He couldn't see through this orc. Although he had a faint orc aura on him, he didn't have the aura of an orc.
Le Tu guessed that Zhang Xing had a 80% chance of not being an orc.
But he would never have thought that... Zhang Xing was one of the Homo sapiens that he had asked King Beaumont to hand over.
He secretly clenched his fists. Let me fight this orc!
At this time, the half of the scythe that Great Demon slashed at Sacred One's head had already cut the air. It was only a finger's distance away from Sacred One's Neck.
As for Saint One, he was still squinting his eyes as if he hadn't seen it.
He looked at Great Demon with disdain.
Clang!
He had succeeded!
Great Demon was delighted.
This was the result of arrogance and arrogance. ......
Before he could think of anything else, he felt a rebounding force pass through the scythe to his arm.
His arms went numb and he almost threw his weapon away.
If Saint had broken his scythe just now, it would have shocked him to the point of trembling.
But now, he was terrified!
He saw that half of the sickle's blade had indeed slashed down on Sacred One's Neck.
But...
He felt as if he had chopped into a meteorite that was even harder than the sacristy.
Not only was his arms numb from the shock, even the sickle blade had curled up.
This...
Great Demon was truly stunned this time!
That was a Neck!
With 100% of my strength combined with the sacristy's attack, I can't even slash a Beastman's Neck?
This... What is he?
At this moment, the entire place was deathly silent!
Apart from Zhang Xing and the Jinbao, everyone else was as dumbfounded as if they had lost their souls.
"Saint Dragon's body is even harder than the sacristy! ......
Heavens! Doesn't that mean that Saint Dragon's body is comparable to the divine instrument?"
King Beaumont and the others were shocked by this.
As for the totem clan, everyone's brain went blank.
This had already exceeded their imagination. What else could they think of?
Apart from being dumbfounded, they were also stupefied.
At some point in time, sacred One's finger had already touched the sickle's head.
He could be seen pushing it out lightly.
The sickle's blade left the Neck by three inches.
"The sacristy will always be trash in the hands of trash.
But in my hands, the sacristy is still the sacristy! "
As Saint One spoke, his right hand moved.
The severed head of the sickle appeared between his fingers.
Swish! Swish!2
He waved his hand and a black light instantly slashed across the sickle blade.
Another black light slashed across Great Demon's shoulder.
"Weapons should be used this way, understand?"
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