"Game start!"
When the two contestants entered the ring, the referee below gave them no time to prepare, so they yelled directly.
"Cover the sky!"
Feilong propped up the vision, picked up two king pots, and immediately established a strong defense line.
"Shield repair, right? I specialize in shield repair!"
He Shen also propped up the vision, with an extra holy sword in his hand, and slashed at Fat Boy, "I want to see if your shield is stronger, or my sword is sharper!"
boom!
A sword slashed on the cauldron, only to make a shocking explosion, which was deafening.
The power of the sword was exhausted, but there was no explosion of the pot, nor did Feilong be knocked back half a step.
However, the cauldron was not completely intact, and there was still a sword mark on the cauldron.
"Hang, with your strength, how can you blow up Fat Lord's cauldron?"
Feilong tested Heshen's sword strength, and curled his lips on the spot with a look of disdain.
The defense line constructed by his sky-shielding and king weapon, even a virtuous sage can carry it down!
He Shen, the golden venerable, wants to break through his defense, which is simply whimsical.
"You pot..."
He Shen knew that Dunxiu's defense was high, but he didn't expect to be so high that he couldn't cut Feilong's pot with a single sword, so he stared at Feilong's two cauldrons, and then discovered the quality of Feilong's pot Qi Gao couldn't help showing a look of shock.
"My pot is used to stew pork. For example, your pig is better stewed!"
Fat Dragon laughed out loud, and when he got angry like this, he and Shen got into a fight.
"Presumptuous, if you dare to compare me to a pig, you will die today!"
He Shen was furious, raised his sword and slashed again, "Today, if I don't smash your pot and cut off your fat piece by piece, I will have no surname!"
"Then don't give your surname He and use your surname Pig!"
Feilong continued to laugh, raised a king pot, and took the initiative to meet He Shen's sword.
boom!
The cauldron blocked the blow from the sword edge, and there was only one more sword mark, which could not shake Feilong's defense line at all.
"I see how many swords you can carry?"
He Shen continued to attack with his sword, and turned around the fat dragon, cutting while turning.
He Shen turned faster and faster, and cut faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of swords were cut.
The fat dragon's frontal defense was strong, so he turned to the fat dragon to slash on the left and right sides, and even turned to the back of the fat dragon to slash.
As long as Feilong's speed is not enough, or half a step slow in returning to defense, revealing a few flaws, he can break through Feilong's impenetrable defense line from the flaws, and chop Feilong with a sword.
Originally, he thought that Bully Fat Dragon had a fat body, a lot of fat, clumsy skills and slow speed, so he was definitely easy to bully.
But he never expected that although Fat Dragon is fat, his speed is not slow at all!
No matter how fast he spun, and how fast Feilong spun, he would definitely be able to keep up with his rhythm.
What's more, Feilong has two cauldrons, but he only has one sword...
One was attacking all the way, the other was defending all the way, and the fight became more and more intense. For a while, it was hard to tell the winner, and there was a draw.
"Damn Fat Boy, you are so strict in front, back, left, and right, and you only defend but don't attack, how do you fight?"
He Shen felt that his head was very big, and if he continued to fight like this, he would be tortured to death by Fat Dragon sooner or later.
Because every time he slashes with his sword, he goes all out and consumes a lot of real energy, otherwise he cannot pose a threat to Feilong's defense line.
But Feilong was lucky, with a powerful defensive skill and two king-level cauldrons, he blocked all his attacks with little effort.
If he fought for an hour or two, wouldn't his true energy be exhausted?
When the time comes, Feilong, who is waiting for work, will fight back again, and he will definitely be able to rub him on the ground!
It's still the kind that comes back and rubs against each other!
After thinking hard, He Shen finally thought of the best way to break through Feilong's defense line!
"I cut!"
He Shen shouted, held the sword in both hands, and slashed with all his strength, directly at Feilong.
"Chop slowly, I'm not in a hurry!"
Fat Dragon smiled, raised the pot to greet him, and blocked He Shen's long sword.
However, He Shen's sword power was blocked by the cauldron, but he did not withdraw the sword, anyway, he held the hilt of the sword tightly, pressed down on Feilong's cauldron, and refused to let Feilong take the cauldron back.
Then, He Shen suddenly leaped under the pressure of the sword, leaped sideways over the cauldron, and also jumped on top of Feilong's head.
But He Shen still held the sword with all his strength, pressing down on Feilong tightly, preventing Feilong from being able to move.
"die!"
He Shen stopped drinking, stretched out his right foot, and kicked Feilong's head straight away like a bolt of lightning.
Seeing that the kick was about to kick out the fat dragon, another cauldron came out from an unbelievable angle, and collided with that kick firmly.
Boom!
He kicked the cauldron with one kick, and there was a loud bang that shocked the sky.
That kick put all of He Shen's strength into it, and directly dented the cauldron.
However, he didn't kick the cauldron into pieces, and the strength of his feet came back, almost breaking the bones of his feet. He Shen now has a personal experience of how sour and refreshing it feels.
"Aw!"
He Shen was in so much pain that he couldn't help crying out.
"Oh, sister, eat me!"
The strength in Heshen's hands dissipated, Feilong was relieved, and immediately fought back with the pot.
The pot was smashed out, smashing layers of space, shattering voids, and hitting He Shen's body.
"I'm stupid!"
He Shen was startled, and hastily backhanded his sword to pick up the cauldron that Feilong threw at him.
The distance between him and Feilong is too close, he is still in the air, unable to dodge, he has no choice but to carry it hard!
However, at this time, his foot was injured, and he fought back hastily, lacking in strength, so the effect of stabbing the sword can be imagined.
That sword was not strong enough, instead of breaking Feilong's cauldron, it was crushed by Feilong's cauldron.
Snapped!
The long sword shattered, and countless sword shards spread out, spurting in all directions with the help of the aftermath of the battle.
Feilong is covered by a pot, and the broken sword can't hurt him.
But He Shen Ke had no pot, no shield, the distance was so close, and it was too late to block, so he was hit by many sword shatters on the spot.
And Shen Youzhengyuan protects the body, the sword can't hurt him!
However, he has no armor, and the robe on his body does not have much real energy to protect him.
Immediately, his robe was torn by countless swords, and he was riddled with holes, making him very embarrassed.
"Fat boy, I underestimated you for having a few brushes."
He Shen jumped down in a hurry, wanting to distance himself from Fei Long, let him regain his vitality before talking.
Feilong smashed his sword and injured him, he had to take a breather and think about how to fight next?
"Want to run?
no way! "
Unexpectedly, Feilong refused to let him go, picked up two big pots, smashed left and right, and hit him.
"Fuck!"
Seeing that Feilong took the opportunity to fight back, Heshen also panicked on the spot and had to raise his palm to deal with it.
His holy sword has been smashed by Feilong in one pot, and the spare sword on his body is not a holy weapon level, but a lower-level ancestor weapon.
