Complete Martial Arts Attributes

The surprise of Ye Jixing and Lei Zhenting was no small matter.

The two stared at each other, without moving for a long time, the shock in their hearts was not the slightest bit.

"Who are the eight-armed generals you two are talking about?" Arima who was next to him couldn't help asking when he saw the appearance of the two of them.

The two came back to their senses immediately.

Ye Jixing said: "The eight-armed demon general Zulzi is a warrior-level existence of a member of the eight-armed demon clan among the dark species!"

At this moment, it was Mr. Ma's turn to widen his eyes.

Hearing the identity of the eight-armed demon general, he felt as if thunder was rolling in his mind, feeling extremely incredible.

"Wang Teng snatched the weapons of the warrior-level powerhouse... Hehe, this joke is not funny at all." President Ma laughed.

"There shouldn't be anything wrong, look at it, Lao Ye, there is the word 'Moque' 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 .

"Really!" Ye Jixing looked far and wide, and the eyesight of a warrior-level powerhouse was extraordinary, and he saw the word 'Moque' on the weapon immediately, and he confirmed it right away.

"Then how did he snatch 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 on the stage froze for a bit.

Afterwards, Wang Teng said: "You continue to cut, chop as much as you want, and you don't need to pay for it if you cut it off. Really, I won't lie to you!"

Zhao Yuanwu: "..."

Looking at the weapon in front of him, an inexplicable sense 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 frantically.

He casts the secret technique, the time is limited, and he must make a quick decision.

Bang bang bang!

Wang Teng fought with Zhao Yuanwu with the magical weapon Mo Que in his hand, and the roar continued.

Soon Zhao Yuanwu discovered that there was a crack in the saber in his hand.

Feng Shui turns!

Now go to his house.

Zhao Yuanwu's complexion changed slightly, knowing that he could no longer fight recklessly, he suddenly retreated, panting slightly and said: "You can be proud of being able to push me to this point."

boom!

The terrifying knife burst out, and the flames filled the sky.

A huge flaming sword shot up into the sky, ten feet high.

The audience looked at the ten-foot sword light, their hearts were shocked, and their faces were full of shock.

Wang Teng's face was calm, and no one noticed that there seemed to be a flame burning in the depths of his eyes.

A flaming knife is about to move, ready to be unsheathed!

At this moment, Zhao Yuanwu was bathed in fire, like a son of flames, holding a sword in his hand, majestic and majestic.

Tiangang Flame Knife!

He swung the saber suddenly, and the ten-zhang sword light fell from the sky, and the flames shrouded down from the sky, engulfing Wang Teng.

"Wang Teng is in danger!" Everyone was shocked and thought to themselves.

Lin Chuhan bit her lips tightly, and her hands turned white.

"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 shot up into the sky, circling straight up.

Clang!

In the flames, a flaming blade was slowly pulled out from the scabbard.

The sword light soared into the sky!

The flames crushed from Zhao Yuanwu's side were all attracted and included in the light of the sword, becoming the nourishment for it to condense 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 goes, he bows his head!

Clang!

The sound of the long knife being unsheathed became louder and louder.

Sword intent!

Flame sword intent!

At this moment, Wang Teng no longer hid, and released the flame saber intent.

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

Just when Zhao Yuanwu's saber slashed to the top of his head, Wang Teng finally moved.

In an instant, the flame saber intent that had been brewing for a long time was completely unsheathed, and the terrifying blade light cut across the sky...

Zhao Yuanwu's sword light was instantly destroyed.

All is at peace.

...

quiet!

There was silence all around!

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

Everyone fell into a deep shock and couldn't recover for a long time.

call!

I don't know who let out a sigh of relief, and then the entire dragon nest seemed to come alive, and the uproar went straight to the sky.

"It's incredible!"

"Is the real warrior so terrifying?"

"Is that kind of attack really something that a human can send out??"

...

In the rest area of ​​the No. 1 Academy, Ji Xiuming watched the entire match. He didn't care much about it at the beginning, then he paid a little attention to it, and now he was shocked. He couldn't help but sighed: "Sword Intent!"

Even he had to pay attention to Wang Tenglai.

Beside him, Mao Na couldn't help but patted the back of her head, and said in surprise: "Is his strength so strong! It seems that my defeat was not unjust."

Yu Tao's face was slightly pale, and his heart was bitter. Originally, he wanted to teach Wang Teng a good lesson in the ring, and let Mao Na breathe.

Looking at it now, luckily God didn't give him such a chance, otherwise he would really die miserably!

He lost to Zhao Yuanwu, and Zhao Yuanwu also lost completely in front of Wang Teng!

He, Zhao Yuanwu's defeated general, has no right to teach Wang Teng a lesson?

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

On the second floor of the auditorium, Ye Jixing was amazed: "It's surprising that this kid has comprehended sword intent at such a young age. Hey, I regret it, I regret it. If I knew it earlier, I would have let him represent our Jixing Martial Arts Academy."

"You can save yourself, he must represent Huang Haijun, and he will still choose you." Lei Zhenting ran on.

"Even so, he is also a member of our Pole Star Martial Arts Academy. The SSS-level contract shows that I have foresight. Unlike you, who are so stubborn, even getting an SS-level contract is so painful. Got it." Ye Jixing stabbed back not to be outdone.

...

Mr. Ma who was next to him saw the two big bosses fighting each other like aunts in the vegetable market, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry.

On the arena, Zhao Yuanwu was covered in scars, full of knife wounds, and a lot of blood burst out in an instant.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, looking crazy, unable to 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 his figure was staggering, but he still refused to admit defeat, and rushed towards Wang Teng, waving the broken knife in a haphazard manner, with a stern face, which showed how much this defeat hit him.

"Why bother!" Wang Teng put one hand behind his back and shook his head with pity in his eyes.

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

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

"Stop!" A voice came from the auditorium.

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

Boom!

Face bricks!

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

bang bang bang...

After a while, Wang Teng got up slowly, shook his hair, and let out a sigh of relief: "Huh, I've been displeased with you for a long time!"