The two stared at each other, not moving for a long time, and their hearts were not the least bit shocked.
"Who is the eight-armed demon general you two are talking about?" Ahli Ma Zong next to him couldn't help but ask when he saw the two of them like this.
The two of them came to their senses immediately.
Ye Jixing said: "The eight-armed demon general Zurzi is a war general-level being of the eight-armed demon clan among the dark species!"
At this moment, it was Mr. Ma's turn to widen his eyes.
When he heard the identity of this eight-armed demon general, thunder was rolling in his mind, and he felt extremely incredible.
"Wang Teng snatched away the weapon of a warrior-level warrior... Haha, this joke is not funny at all." Mr. Ma said with a smile.
"There should be nothing wrong. Take a look, Lao Ye. The weapon has the word 'Devil' on it, which is the name of the weapon of the eight-armed demon general Zurzi." At this time, Lei Zhenting took a deep breath and said.
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"It's true!" Ye Jixing looked far away. The eyesight of a warrior-level warrior was extraordinary. He immediately saw the word "Magic Tower" on the weapon, and immediately confirmed it was correct.
"Then how did he steal it?" Mr. Ma asked in disbelief.
"Who knows!" Ye Jixing shrugged.
"This kid is a bit hard to see through." Lei Zhenting said with emotion.
…
While everyone was discussing this matter endlessly, the atmosphere in the arena became a little solid.
Then, Wang Teng said: "You continue to chop, chop to your heart's content, and I won't ask you to pay for it if it's broken. Seriously, I won't lie to you!"
Zhao Yuanwu: "..."
He looked at the weapon in front of him, and an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness surged into his heart.
MMP!
How to cut this!
The next moment, Zhao Yuanwu was furious, feeling that he was being played, and attacked even more crazily.
He has limited time to cast his secret technique and must do it quickly.
Bang bang bang!
Wang Teng held the magical magic weapon and fought with Zhao Yuanwu, and the roar continued to be heard.
Soon Zhao Yuanwu discovered that the sword in his hand had cracks.
Things are changing!
This time it was transferred to his house.
Zhao Yuanwu's expression changed slightly, knowing that he could no longer fight forcefully, he suddenly retreated, panting slightly and said: "You can be proud of yourself for being able to push me to this point."
boom!
The terrifying sword force erupted, and the sky was filled with flames.
A huge flaming sword rose into the sky, ten feet high.
The audience looked at the ten-foot-long sword light, their hearts were horrified, and their faces were full of shock.
Wang Teng's face was calm, and no one noticed that there seemed to be flames burning deep in his eyes.
A flaming sword is ready to move and unsheathed!
At this moment, Zhao Yuanwu was covered in fire, like a son of flames, holding a sword, majestic and arrogant.
Tiangang Flame Knife!
He suddenly swung his sword, and a ten-foot sword light fell from the sky. Flames shrouded down from the sky and engulfed Wang Teng.
"Wang Teng is in danger!" Everyone was shocked and thought to themselves.
Lin Chuhan bit her lips tightly, her hands turned white from pinching them.
"Heaven-level low-grade combat skills!!!" Peng Yuanshan suddenly stood up from his seat, stood on the edge of the auditorium, and looked down.
…
boom!
At this moment, a terrifying aura erupted from Wang Teng's body, and flames rose into the sky and spiraled upward.
Clang!
In the flames, a flaming sword glow seemed to be slowly pulled out of the scabbard.
The sword shines straight into the sky!
The flames that were crushed from Zhao Yuanwu were attracted and merged into the sword light, becoming the nourishment for the blade to condense.
If Zhao Yuanwu is the son of flame, then Wang Teng at this time is the king of flame.
Wherever the king goes, he must bow his head!
Clang!
The sound of the sword being unsheathed became more and more deafening.
Knife intention!
Flame sword intention!
At this moment, Wang Teng no longer concealed himself and released his flaming sword intent.
It sounds like a long story, but in reality it only lasts a few breaths.
Just when Zhao Yuanwu's sword struck his head, Wang Teng finally moved.
In an instant, the flaming sword intention that had been brewing for a long time was completely unsheathed, and the terrifying sword light slashed across the sky...
Zhao Yuanwu's sword light was instantly destroyed.
Everything returned to calm.
…
quiet!
There is silence all around!
The flames and sword light on the arena seemed to have never appeared before. Only the knife marks and scorched black marks on the ground could prove what had just happened.
Everyone was in deep shock and could not recover for a long time.
call!
I don't know who took a deep breath, and then the entire dragon's nest seemed to come to life, and the uproar went straight into the sky.
“It’s incredible!”
"Are real warriors so terrifying?"
"Is that kind of attack really capable of being carried out by humans??"
…
In the rest area of the First Academy, Ji Xiuming watched the whole game. From not paying much attention at the beginning, to paying a little attention to it, and now being shocked, he couldn't help but sigh: "The intention of the sword!"
Even he had to pay attention to Wang Teng.
Beside him, Mao Na couldn't help but touch the back of her head and said in surprise: "Is he really so strong? It seems that I was not unjustly defeated."
Yu Tao's face turned pale and he felt bitter in his heart. Originally, he wanted to teach Wang Teng a lesson in the ring to help Mao Na.
Looking back now, it's a good thing that God didn't give him such a chance, otherwise he would have died miserably!
He lost to Zhao Yuanwu, and Zhao Yuanwu was also completely defeated in front of Wang Teng!
What qualifications does he, a defeated general of Zhao Yuanwu, have to teach Wang Teng a lesson?
On the other side, Ren Qingcang had an expressionless face. After watching the game, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he immediately snorted coldly.
On the second floor of the auditorium, Ye Jixing was amazed: "This kid has understood the meaning of the sword at such a young age. It's really surprising. Oh, I regret it. I regret it. If I had known, I would have let him fight on behalf of our Jixing Martial Arts School."
"You can save the money, I'm sure they will represent Colonel Huang Haijun and they will still choose you." Lei Zhenting said in a hurry.
"Even so, he is also a member of our Jiexing Martial Arts School. The SSS-level contract shows that I have foresight. Unlike you, who are so obsessed with each other that even getting an SS-level contract is as painful as anything.
Got it." Ye Jixing stabbed back not to be outdone.
…
Mr. Ma next to him saw the two big bosses arguing with each other like market ladies, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded.
On the ring, Zhao Yuanwu was covered in scars and stab wounds, and a large amount of blood spurted out in an instant.
puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked like he was crazy. He couldn't believe this fact and shouted: "How is it possible? How could I lose to you, a clown-like guy? This is impossible..."
The long knife in his hand was broken and he was staggering, but he still refused to admit defeat and rushed towards Wang Teng, waving the broken knife in an unruly manner. His face was sad, which showed how much this defeat had affected him.
"Why bother!" Wang Teng put one hand behind his back and shook his head with pity in his eyes.
When Zhao Yuanwu came closer, he slowly took out the hand that was behind him.
In that hand, a golden brick dazzled people's eyes!
"Stop!" a voice came from the audience.
Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, but then he smashed it down without hesitation.
Bang!
Foolish face!
Don’t hit other places, just hit the face.
Bang bang bang...
After a while, Wang Teng stood up slowly, shook his hair, and took a deep breath: "Huh, I've already disliked you!"
