Chapter 1662: The sacred artifact is still garbage in the garbage

The big demon paused, and his heart trembled again.
The amazing blue-faced orc has that are stiffer than my weapon.
This is probably a profound martial arts skill!
Next, be careful.
Thinking in my head, but there was no pause in my hand.
After all, he is also a big devil, and fights all around in his life.
I have seen the world, and my heart is very strong.
I don't care about the broken sickle head, still wielding the rest of the sharp blade and swept to Sheng Yi's neck.
The side of Jin Gillie suddenly changed (color).
He knew Shengyi (qiangqiang), but did not expect it (qiangqiang)!
Is it possible for a sacred instrument to be smashed by one's fingers?
It is necessary to train your own body (body sh n) to be harder than the holy instrument, and to be higher than the big devil to do it.
This battle ...
Jin Gillette's fighting spirit, which had just risen, faded instantly.
"Cheer up, the blue-faced orc deliberately does this, he is trying to blow our morale!"
Elder Leto's voice came from behind.
He cheered Elder King Gillette and encouraged himself and Narenba.
Shengyi's (qiangqiang) is beyond his imagination.
All kinds of shock, while looking at Zhang Xing.
Will he be so strong?
I can't see through the orc. Although he (body sh 身 n) has a slight orc breath, he has no orc temperament.
Letu guessed that Zhang Xing had a 80% chance of not being an orc.
But he couldn't think of anything. Zhang Xing was one of the people he let King Beamon surrender.
Secretly clenched his fists, let this orc fight!
At this point, the half of the sickle head that the big devil cut to Shengyi has cut the air, and there is only one finger from Shengyi's neck.
And the Holy One is still squinting if not seen.
Looking scornfully at the big devil.
when!
It's done!
A delight in the Devil's heart.
This is the end of arrogance and arrogance ...
Before this thought flashed, he felt a force of shock to reach the arm along the sickle (body sh n).
One arm numb, almost throwing off the weapon.
If Sheng Yi had broken his sickle just now, it would tremble with shock.
Then let him be scared now!
I saw a half of the sickle's blade indeed chopped on Sheng Yi's neck.
but......
He felt as if he had chopped a celestial meteorite that was harder than the sacred artifact.
Shocked, his arms were numb, and even the sickle's blade was rolled.
This......
The big devil is really dull now!
That's the neck!
With my strength of 10% and the attack of the holy weapon, I couldn't even cut an orc's neck?
This ... he ... what is he?
At this moment, the audience is dead!
Except for Zhang Xing and Jinbao, everyone else is as stupid as losing soul.
"Master Shenglong's (body sh n) body is harder than the holy weapon ...
God! Doesn't it mean that the body of Lord Holy Dragon is already comparable to an artifact? "
King Beamon and others were shocked.
The brains of all the Totem clan were blank.
This is beyond their imagination. What else do you want them to think of?
Except for stagnation ((forced bi) bi) is stagnation ((forced bi) bi)
At some point, a finger of Sheng Yi had been pointed at the sickle's head.
I saw him gently push outwards.
The sickle's blade was three inches off his neck.
"Sacred artifacts are always in the hands of rubbish.
But in my hands, the sacred tool is still a sacred tool! "
As Shengyi said, his right hand moved.
The broken half of the sickle head appeared between his two fingers.
Huh! Huh!
With a wave of his hand, a black light swept across the sickle (body sh n).
Another black light passed over the devil's shoulder.
"Weapons should be used this way, understand?"