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Weighing it slightly, a single drumstick weighs about ten pounds, and ordinary people can't make it work.

On the dark gold mallet body and white jade handle, there is a faintly engraved picture of an ancient battle, the most conspicuous is a high-rise building ship - the female general beats the drum.

I seem to have heard the story of Liang Hongyu's 'Drumming and Fighting Golden Soldiers'... Don't?

"Ding-dong...... System prompts. Li Zongyang's counterattack attribute is invalid, his combat power is -12, and his current combat power has dropped to 127. ”

Three moves have passed, I don't know how the battle is going?

Ye Tian hurriedly gave her a silent gesture, quietly leaned over to the crack in the door, and carefully looked at the situation outside.

It can be clearly seen that the battle is even more fierce than just now, and the dust in the sky has not fallen for a long time, and it has gathered more and more.

The concrete-paved pavement is as crumbling as the beach after the eleventh day, and the cement slabs have been trampled into powdered stones, and there are finger-deep potholes all over the place.

The two fought within a radius of more than ten meters, and the sharp halberd blades and spear tips not only tore cars, punctured floors, and even smashed the edge of the building opposite.

In the rolling dust, a warrior with a horse and a halberd shouted like thunder, biting the figure of an old man with a gun tightly, and the sharp halberd tip followed him like a shadow.

I saw that the two people who had fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds in the field were sweating and bloodied, and Lu Bu's left rib armor was cut, leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

The heir of the magic spear, Li Zongyang, was even more colorful, not only the skin of the lower abdomen was open, but the right thigh and left cheek were bare with blood.

"Bang!!"

With the muffled sound of a weapon exchange, the two people who were fighting together separated again, two square feet, each standing on one side, facing each other!

I saw Li Zongyang, who had taken three steps back in a row, his face was pale, his sweat was like pulp, and his chin was bloody.

The tiger's mouth cracked, and the big gun crutched the ground,