The two contestants entered the ring, but the referee below didn't give them time to prepare and just started yelling.
"Cover the sky!"
The fat dragon supported the vision, picked up the two king pots, and immediately established a strong defense line.
"Shield cultivator, right? I specialize in shield cultivator!"
He Shen also held up the vision, and with a holy sword in his hand, he slashed directly at Fatty, "I want to see if your shield is strong, or if my sword is sharp!"
boom!
The sword struck the cauldron, causing a shocking explosion that was deafening.
The power of the sword was exhausted, but no pot exploded, and the fat dragon was not knocked back half a step.
However, the cauldron was not completely unscathed. There was still a sword mark on the cauldron.
"Diao, with your little strength, how can you blow up the fat man's cauldron?"
Fei Long tested He Shen's sword power and curled his lips on the spot with a look of disdain.
The defensive line formed by his sky-shielding and royal weapons can even be defeated by the wind-bone saint!
He Shen, a golden-bodied venerable, wanted to break through his defense. It was simply out of his imagination.
"Your pot..."
He Shen knew that the defense of the shield cultivator was high, but he didn't expect that Gao Cheng could not cut off Feilong's pot with one sword, so he stared at Feilong's two cauldrons, and then he discovered the quality of Feilong's pot.
It was so high that he couldn't help but look shocked.
"My pot is used to stew pork. A pig like yours is easier to stew!"
Fei Long laughed loudly, and He Shen was so angry that he was so angry.
"You are so presumptuous that you dare to compare me to a pig. You will die today!"
He Shen was furious, raised his sword and struck again, "Today, if I don't smash your pot and cut off every piece of fat on your body, I won't be named He!"
"Then don't change your surname to He, but give it a surname of Pig!"
Fei Long continued to laugh, raised a king pot, and took the initiative to meet He Shen's sword.
boom!
The cauldron blocked the sword strike, leaving only one more sword mark, which could not shake Feilong's defense line at all.
"Let me see how many swords you can carry?"
He Shen continued to attack with his sword, and circled the fat dragon, slashing at the same time.
He Shen turned faster and faster, and slashed faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of swords were struck.
Feilong's frontal defense was powerful, so he turned to Feilong to slash on the left and right sides, and even turned to the back of Feilong to slash.
As long as the Fat Dragon is not fast enough, or is half a step too slow to return to defense and exposes a few flaws, he can break through the Fat Dragon's airtight defense line through the flaw, and kill the Fat Dragon with one sword.
Originally, he thought that the Bully Dragon was fat, had a lot of fat, was clumsy and slow, and was definitely easy to bully.
But he never expected that although the fat dragon was fat, it was not slow at all!
No matter how fast he spins, Fei Long can definitely keep up with his rhythm. It's crazy.
What's even worse is that Feilong has two cauldrons, but he only has one sword...
One was attacking all the way, and the other was defending all the way. The fight became more and more fierce. For a while, it was difficult for the two to win or lose, and it was a draw.
"Damn fat boy, you are so well guarded on the front, rear, left, and right, and you only defend but don't attack, how can you fight?"
He Shen felt that he had a big head. If he continued to fight like this, he would be beaten to death by the fat dragon sooner or later.
Because every time he strikes with a sword, he goes all out and consumes a lot of real energy, otherwise he will not be able to pose a threat to Feilong's defense line.
But Feilong was lucky. With a powerful defensive skill and two royal-level cauldrons, he blocked all his attacks with almost no effort.
If he fights for an hour or two, wouldn't his true energy be exhausted?
When the time comes, if Feilong, who is waiting for work, fights back, he will definitely be able to pin him to the ground and rub him!
It's better to come back and rub it!
After thinking hard, He Shen finally thought of the best way to break through Feilong's defense line!
"I'll kill you!"
Heshen shouted loudly, held the sword in both hands, and slashed with all his strength, directly towards the fat dragon.
"Cut slowly, I'm not in a hurry!"
Fei Long smiled, raised the pot and blocked He Shen's long sword.
However, He Shen's sword power was blocked by the cauldron, but he did not sheath his sword. Instead, he clenched the hilt of the sword and pressed Fei Long's cauldron hard, preventing Fei Long from taking the pot back.
Then, He Shen suddenly jumped under the pressure of his sword, jumped sideways over the cauldron, and also jumped on top of the fat dragon.
But He Shen's hands still held the sword with all their strength, pressing down on Feilong tightly, preventing Feilong from moving.
"die!"
He Shen shouted, stretched out his right foot, and like a bolt of lightning, he kicked Fei Long in the head.
Just as that kick was about to kick out the fat dragon, another cauldron came out from an incredible angle and collided with the kick.
Bang!
He kicked the cauldron, causing an explosion that shocked the sky.
That kick used all He Shen's strength and directly dented the cauldron.
However, instead of kicking the cauldron to pieces, the force of the kick came back and almost broke the bones of the foot. He Shen now had a first-hand experience of how sour and refreshing the feeling was.
"Ouch!"
Heshen was in unbearable pain and couldn't help shouting.
"Hey, sister, eat my pot!"
The power of He Shen's hands dissipated, and Fei Long was relieved, and immediately carried the pot to fight back.
The pot was smashed out, shattering the layers of space, shattering the void, and smashing it towards He Shen's body.
"What a fool!"
He Shen was shocked and hurriedly struck out with his sword to pick up the big pot that the fat dragon had thrown at him.
The distance between him and the fat dragon is too close. He is still in the air and cannot dodge. He has no choice but to carry it!
However, his foot was injured at this time, and he fought back hastily and lacked strength. The effect of the sword thrust can be imagined.
The sword was not very powerful, and instead of breaking Feilong's cauldron, it was smashed by Feilong's cauldron.
Snapped!
The long sword shattered into pieces, and countless sword fragments spread out, propelled by the aftermath of the battle, and shot out in all directions.
The fat dragon is covered by a pot, and a broken sword cannot hurt him.
But He Shen Ke had no pot or shield, and the distance was so close that he had no time to block him, so he was hit by many broken swords on the spot.
He Shen has true energy to protect his body, and a broken sword cannot hurt him!
However, he has no armor, and the robes he wears don't have much real energy to protect him.
Immediately, his robe was torn by countless sword fragments and was riddled with holes, making him very embarrassed.
"Fat boy, you have a few brushes, I underestimate you."
He Shen jumped down in a hurry, wanting to distance himself from Fei Long and regain his strength before talking.
The fat dragon smashed his sword and injured him. He had to take a breath and think about how to fight next?
"Want to run?
no way!"
Unexpectedly, Fei Long refused to let him go. He picked up two large pots, smashed them left and right, and hit him.
"Fuck!"
When Heshen saw Feilong taking the opportunity to fight back, he panicked on the spot and had to raise his hands to deal with it.
His holy sword has been smashed by Fat Dragon in a pot, and the spare sword he has is not a holy weapon, but a lower-level ancestral weapon.
