Chapter 1662

the devil stayed for a while, and his heart trembled again.

What a fierce blue faced ORC. Two fingers are even harder than my weapon.

I'm afraid this is a profound skill!

Next, be careful.

I think about it in my mind, but I don't stop in my hand.

After all, he is also a great devil, fighting in all directions all his life.

I've seen the world and I'm very good at heart.

Regardless of the broken sickle head, he still waved the rest of the blade and swept to the neck of Saint one.

On one side, Kim Gillette's face suddenly changed color.

He knew Sheng Yi Qiang, but he didn't expect to be so strong!

Can a sacred vessel be broken by any one's fingers?

It's necessary to cultivate one's body to be harder than the sacred instrument, and to be higher than the devil.

This battle...

the fighting spirit just rising of Kim Gilead was suddenly depressed.

"Cheer up, the blue faced Orc is doing this on purpose. He's trying to demoralize us!"

Elder Letu's voice came from behind.

He encouraged elder kingilet, as well as himself and naramba.

Saint one's strength is beyond his imagination.

At the same time, he looked at Zhang Xing.

Will he be so powerful?

I can't see through this ORC. Although he has a faint Orc flavor, he has no Orc temperament.

Letu speculates that Zhang Xing has 80% chance of not being an ORC.

But he never thought that Zhang Xing was one of the Terrans he asked king bimon to hand over.

Clench your fists secretly. I'll fight the orc!

At this time, the head of the scythe cut by the devil to Saint one has already cut the air and is only one finger away from the neck of Saint one.

However, Shengyi still narrowed his eyes.

Looking scornfully at the great devil.

When!

It's done!

The great devil was delighted.

This is the end of arrogance and hubris...

before the idea flashed, he felt a shock force spread from the sickle to his arm. 101 Chinese website www.101zw.com

When his arms were numb, he almost threw away his weapon.

If Shengyi broke his sickle just now, he was shocked.

Now let him fear!

Only half of the sickle blade was actually cut on the holy one's neck.

But...

he felt as if he had chopped down an extraterrestrial meteorite that was harder than a sacred object.

Shaking his arms numb, even the sickle blade is rolling.

This...

the devil is really dull now!

That's a neck!

I can't even cut an orc's neck with 100% of my strength and the attack of the sacred weapon?

This... He... What is he?

At the moment, the audience is dead!

Except for Zhang Xing and Jin Bao, everyone else is as stupid as losing his soul.

"Lord dragon's body is harder than the sacred vessel...

God! Is that not to say that the body of the holy dragon is already comparable to the artifact

King bimon and others were shocked by this.

And all the totem clans have a blank brain.

It's beyond their imagination. What else can you make them think of?

In addition to being in a daze, muddle in muddle.

I don't know when, one of Saint one's fingers has been pointed on the sickle head.

He pushed out.

The blade of the sickle is three inches off the neck.

"Holy vessels are always rubbish in the hands of rubbish.

But in my hands, the sacrilege is still holy! "

As Sheng Yi spoke, his right hand moved.

The two severed fingers appeared between his sickles.

Shua! Shua!

As soon as he waved, a black light flashed across the scythe.

Another big black light across the devil's shoulder.

"Weapons should be used like this, understand?"