All-Attribute Martial Dao

Ye Jixing and Lei Zhenting were shocked, it was no small matter.

The two stared, looking at each other, and did not move for a long time, the shock in their hearts was not a bit of a star.

"What are the eight-armed demons that the two are talking about?" The Arima next to him always saw the two of them and couldn't help asking.

The two suddenly came back to their senses.

Ye Jixing said: "Eight-armed Demon General Zulzi is a member of the Eight-armed Demon Race among the Dark Species, a warlord-level existence!"

At this moment, it was President Ma's turn to stare wide.

Hearing the identity of the eight-armed demon general, his mind seemed to be rolling, and it felt extremely incredible.

"Wang Teng snatched the weapon of a general-level powerhouse... Ha ha, this joke is not funny at all." General Manager Ma smiled.

"There should be nothing wrong, Lao Ye, take a look. There is the word'Magic Que' on the weapon, which is the name of the weapon of the eight-armed demon general Zulzi." At this time, Lei Zhenting took a deep breath and said .

"That's true!" Ye Jixing looked far away, and the generals' eyesight was extraordinary. He immediately saw the word'Magic Que' on the weapon, and he confirmed that it was correct.

"Then how did he grab it?" Mr. Ma asked in disbelief.

"Who knows!" Ye Jixing shrugged.

"This kid is a bit confusing." Lei Zhenting said with emotion.

...

While everyone was discussing the matter endlessly, the atmosphere on the ring was frozen.

Afterwards, Wang Teng said: "You continue to chop, chop as much as you like, and you don't want to pay if you chop it off, really, don't lie to you!"

Zhao Yuanwu: "..."

He looked at the weapon in front of him, and there was an inexplicable weakness in his heart.

MMP!

How to chop this!

The next moment, Zhao Yuanwu was furious, feeling that he was being teased and attacked even more frantically.

He uses secret methods, time is limited, and he must fight quickly.

Bang bang bang!

Wang Teng fought against Zhao Yuanwu with the magic weapon Moque in his hand, and the roar continued to be heard.

Soon Zhao Yuanwu discovered that the battle knife in his hand was cracked.

Feng Shui turns around!

Now it is transferred to his house.

Zhao Yuanwu's complexion changed slightly, knowing that he could not fight any more, he suddenly retreated, gasping slightly and said, "You are proud to be able to push me to this level."

boom!

The horror sword force broke out, and the flames filled the sky.

A huge flaming sword rose up into the sky, reaching a height of ten feet.

The audience looked at the ten-zhang swordsmanship, their hearts were shocked, and their faces were full of shock.

Wang Teng's face was calm, and no one noticed that deep in his eyes, there seemed to be flames burning.

A flaming knife is about to move, about to get out of its sheath!

At this moment, Zhao Yuanwu was bathed in flames, like a child of flame, holding a saber, majestic and invincible.

Tiangang Flame Knife!

He swung his knife abruptly, and the ten-zhang sword light fell from the sky, and the flame shrouded from the sky and swallowed towards Wang Teng.

"Wang Teng is in danger!" everyone thought secretly, shocked.

Lin Chuhan bit her lip tightly, her hands turning pale.

"Tian-rank 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 to the sky, spiraling straight up.

Cang!

In the flames, a flame blade light seemed to be slowly pulled out from the scabbard.

Dao Mang went straight to the sky!

The flames crushed from Zhao Yuanwu's side were all attracted, included in the light of the sword, and became the nourishment for the body of the sword.

If Zhao Yuanwu is the son of Flame, then Wang Teng at this time is the King of Flame.

Wherever the king has passed, no one bows his head!

Cang!

The sound of the long knife being unsheathed became louder.

Dao Yi!

Flame sword intent!

At this moment, Wang Teng no longer hides, and releases the flame sword intent.

It's a long story, but it's just a few breaths.

When Zhao Yuanwu's sword light hit the top of his head, Wang Teng finally moved.

In an instant, the flame sword intent that had been brewing for a long time was completely unsheathed, and the horrible sword light slashed across the sky...

Zhao Yuanwu's sword light instantly vanished.

Everything is calm.

...

quiet!

There was silence all around!

The flames on the arena seemed to have never appeared before. Only the inch and inch marks on the ground and the scorched black marks could prove what had just happened.

Everyone was in a deep shock, unable to recover for a long time.

Phew!

I don't know who took a breath, and then the whole dragon nest seemed to come alive, and the uproar went straight into the sky.

"It's incredible!"

"Is the real warrior so terrifying?"

"Is that kind of attack really something human can issue?"

...

In the rest area of ​​the first university, Ji Xiuming watched the game the entire time. From not paying much attention to it at the beginning, to a little attention later, and then to the current shock, he couldn't help but sighed: "Sword intent!"

Even he had to pay attention to Wang Teng.

Beside him, Mao Na couldn't help but touched the back of her head, and said in surprise: "Is his strength so strong? It seems that I am not wronged."

Yu Tao's face was pale, and his heart was bitter. Originally, he wanted to teach Wang Teng in the ring to give Mao Na a sigh of relief.

Now it seems that, fortunately, God didn't give him such a chance, otherwise he would really die miserably!

He lost to Zhao Yuanwu, and Zhao Yuanwu was defeated thoroughly in front of Wang Teng!

What qualifications does he have as Zhao Yuanwu's defeated general to teach Wang Teng?

On the other end, Ren Qingcang was expressionless. After watching the game, a gloom flashed in his eyes, and he immediately snorted coldly.

On the second floor of the auditorium, Ye Jixing was amazed: "This kid understands the meaning of the sword at a light grade. It's amazing, hey, regret it, regret it. If I knew it, let him play on our Ji Xing martial arts hall."

"You can save the province, they must represent Huang Haijun Academy, and they will choose you." Lei Zhenting said.

"Even so, he is also a part of our Pole Star Martial Arts Hall. The SSS-level contract shows that I have foresight, unlike you, who are all stubborn, even getting an SS-level contract is painful. Yes." Ye Jixing retorted, unwilling to show weakness.

...

Mr. Ma next to him watched the two big-time figures confuse each other like the aunts of the vegetable market, suddenly a little bit dumbfounded.

On the ring, Zhao Yuanwu was covered with scars and stab wounds, and shot out a lot of blood instantly.

Puff!

He spouted a mouthful of blood, in a crazy state, unable to believe this fact, and shouted: "How is it possible, how could I lose to you, a clown-like guy, this is impossible..."

He had broken the long knife in his hand, staggering, but still reluctant to admit defeat, rushed to Wang Teng, brandishing the broken knife in an unruly manner, his face was stern, showing how much this defeat hit him.

"Why bother!" Wang Teng shook his head with one hand behind him, his eyes pitying.

When Zhao Yuanwu approached, he slowly pulled out the hand that was behind him.

On that hand, a golden brick dazzled people's eyes!

"Stop!" A voice came from the audience.

Wang Teng was taken aback for a moment, but then he smashed it down without hesitation.

Bang!

Brick and mortal face!

Don't hit other places, just slap your face.

Bang bang bang...

After a while, Wang Teng slowly got up, shook his hair, and let out a sigh of relief: "Huh, I've seen you not pleasing to your eyes a long time ago!"

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