Chapter 357

Zhao Yuanwu was chopped off by Wang Teng and fell to the ground.

But the violent impact still made him keep going backwards.

laugh!

Zhao Yuanwu made a decisive decision, inserted the saber into the ring, sparks sparked out of friction, and retreated three steps, finally stopping the tendency of retreating.

puff!

Then spit out a mouthful of blood again.

His complexion was extremely ugly, and he looked down at the knife marks on his chest.

This scene is so familiar, it was the same when he beheaded Han Zhu before, Wang Teng is treating him in his own way!

"Hehehe..." Zhao Yuanwu let out a deep laugh.

"It's just getting more and more interesting."

He suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Teng opposite, with evil red lights in his eyes: "I underestimated you!"

Wang Teng looked at Zhao Yuanwu, his eyes flickered slightly.

This tone doesn't sound like the words of a loser. Does Zhao Yuanwu have any other means to turn the tables against the wind?

"What other methods do you have, you can use them all, and I will convince you to lose." Wang Teng said lightly.

"Heh!" Zhao Yuanwu sneered: "This method was originally intended to be reserved for Ji Xiuming and Ren Qingcang, but now I have to use it on you first."

While speaking, the red light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, the blood in his whole body was churning, his body was in essence, and his blue veins were bulging and wriggling like a small snake.

"This is..." Wang Teng frowned.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanwu looked like he was using a special secret method to stimulate potential.

Wang Teng knew about this kind of secret method, but basically they all had extremely serious sequelae, ranging from loss of qi and blood, exhaustion of force, and need to rest for a long time to recover, and severe... It cut off the future path of martial arts.

However, the greater the damage, the greater the benefits, such as being able to burst out several times your own power in an instant!

boom!

boom!

boom!

Booming sounds continued to come from Zhao Yuanwu's body, and the muscles on his body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wound on the chest was squeezed, as if it had healed and disappeared, and the blood on it was directly evaporated by the terrifying high temperature, and it disappeared instantly.

This scene was also clearly seen by everyone through the big screen, and many people exclaimed.

Especially ordinary people, who have never seen such a situation. Zhao Yuanwu was already very weak when he was slashed by Wang Teng just now, why suddenly he seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and even his momentum was stronger than before, which made people feel Unbelievable.

The voice of the narrator suddenly remembered, and he was very passionate: "Zhao Yuanwu has not completely failed. He seems to have used some kind of secret method, and his strength is stronger than before. Can he turn defeat into victory?"

On the second floor of the auditorium, Zhao Zhixing, the patriarch of the Qianyuan Sect, changed his expression slightly, and couldn't help saying: "Yuan Wu is too impulsive! Even if we lose this competition, there will still be a resurrection match. "!"

"This situation can't be blamed on Yuan Wu. Who would have thought that Wang Teng would pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, but he was willing to hide such a strong strength. How could Yuan Wu be reconciled to being defeated by him?" said the third elder of Qianyuanzong.

"Young people can't help being competitive. Yuan Wu has been so smooth all these years. Once he suffers a defeat, his mentality must be unstable." Another old man said, this person is the second elder of Qian Yuanzong.

"There are too many talented fighters in the famous schools. Not to mention Ji Xiuming and Ren Qingcang, Wang Teng alone is amazing. In today's society, the school system is the right way, and our sect is still behind." Zhao Zhixing couldn't help it. sighed.

The second elder and the third elder looked at each other silently.

In the arena.

boom!

A terrifying momentum erupted from Zhao Yuanwu's body.

"Here! Me! Die! Come!"

Zhao Yuanwu erupted completely, furious, and charged towards Wang Teng with big strides. He stepped on the ring with heavy steps, and the ground seemed to be shaking.

In an instant, he came to Wang Teng's body and slashed down with a knife.

laugh!

The knife was filled with flames, burning and distorting the air, showing its high temperature.

Wang Teng's eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his knife to block, but Zhao Yuanwu was relentless, slashing at him one after another, forcing Wang Teng to back up.

Clang, clang!

The two knives collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wang Teng clearly saw that the saber in his hand was being cut out one by one, and even cracked, and it was about to be scrapped.

"Such a fierce slash, such a quick counterattack, with Zhao Yuanwu's long sword in hand, we can only see afterimages. Wang Teng seems to have fallen into a weak position. Could it be that the victory or defeat is really going to be reversed?" commentator Zhang Jun commented Sounded in due course.

"Wang Teng's situation seems to be a bit bad!" Another commentator, Su Xiao, also said.

The voice just fell.

Suddenly there was a crisp sound on the big screen.

Click!

The next moment, everyone saw that the saber in Wang Teng's hand was cut off abruptly by Zhao Yuanwu, and it shattered into pieces, scattered all over the ground.

"Let's see how you block it now!" Zhao Yuanwu's eyes flashed a savage look, and he slashed at Wang Teng, who had the middle door wide open.

Seeing this, many viewers couldn't help closing their eyes.

Lin Chuhan's face turned pale, and he never expected that such an accident would happen again in a situation that was clearly a must-win situation.

On the second floor of the auditorium, Peng Yuanshan opened his eyes slightly, staring closely at the scene on the ring.

Everyone held their breath and sweated for Wang Teng.

Bang!

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

The sound was like chopping on an extremely thick iron plate!

But... this is wrong!

Zhao Yuanwu was stunned, and looked at the huge black weapon that appeared in Wang Teng's hand at some unknown time.

Everyone also reacted and looked towards the ring.

Then his eyes couldn't help falling on that weapon.

"This, what is this?"

Everyone looked at this strange weapon in a daze like Zhao Yuanwu.

Like a knife like a sword, it's huge!

How could there be such a strange weapon.

Bells!

"This is... the magic pattern black gold!!"

Many bigwig-level figures present at the moment saw the way of this weapon.

It turned out to be a magical weapon made of magic pattern black gold! !

And it's such a big piece!

Many bigwigs present couldn't help swallowing, their eyes shining.

Depend on!

It's so reckless!

Such a large piece of magic-weave black gold is enough to forge several conventional weapons, but now it only forges the weird-looking weapon in Wang Teng's hand, which is a waste.

"Why do I feel that this weapon looks... familiar?" Ye Jixing, the owner of Jixing Martial Art Museum, said to himself on the second floor of the auditorium.

"You forgot about the war a year ago. That eight-armed demon general Zulzi's weapon looks like this." Lei Zhenting, the owner of the Thunder Martial Arts Gym, said subconsciously.

After finishing speaking, he himself reacted immediately, widened his eyes, and exchanged a glance with Ye Jixing.

"Damn, this kid snatched the weapon of the eight-armed demon general?!"

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