The sword wind is dancing wildly, and the golden and red light strangles one place.
The golden light turns to white, and the giant blade sweeps across the sky, splitting the suspended mountain in two with a bang.
Wang Xuanwang stood at the top of the peak, his body swayed with his feet, ignoring the fight between Lu Bei and Dugu, and holding a strange short blade against Wang Hu.
The two magic weapons, Liantai and Jinzhong, had no dead corner in defence. They were just like tortoise shells, which made his teeth ache.
It's hard to chew.
It's hard to chew, but it's also hard to chew. Compared with Dugu and Lubei, Wang Hu's magic power is seriously insufficient, and can't afford to consume magic weapons. It's absolutely soft persimmon.
Yuan Xuan Wang's eyes lit up with red light and two coats of paint