Tang Shengxian's contemptuous eyes directly shrouded Huo Du and his party, and the next one to appear must be the second disciple of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who should have some weight than Huo Du's half bucket of water. Just as I was thinking about it, there was a movement over there.

Darba took out a weapon from under his big red robe and walked to the field. When everyone saw his sword, they were secretly frightened, and it turned out to be a thick and long golden pestle. This vajra demon pestle is used by the Dharma Protector Venerable in Buddhism, and the Tibetan monks often use it as a blade, but Darba's demon pestle is four feet long, the pestle head bowl mouth is thick, and the pestle body is shining gold, which seems to be cast with pure gold, which is much heavier than steel.

He came to the field, saluted the heroes, and threw the golden pestle upwards with his hand. The golden pestle was about to fall, and with a "bang~" sound, the two blue and white bricks on the ground were shattered, and the pestle body fell into the mud, more than a foot deep. This time the first voice to enter, the weight of this pestle can be known, look at his dry and thin monk, actually make this pestle, then martial arts, arm strength can be imagined.

Is that so? With heavy weapons? But do you know what a heavy sword without a blade is, a great ingenuity and no work?

If you don't understand, no problem, uncle will teach you.

At this moment, Tang Shengxian's weapon was also sent, after all, he was about to face the Golden Wheel Dharma King, so let's take it out first.

When he first came out, he called a seven-bag disciple of the beggar gang and asked him to take out the sword in his room. The two of them did not carry it, but carried a large sword wrapped in a white cloth.

The laborious appearance of the two made everyone very puzzled, looking at the volume of the sword is only thirty or forty catties at most, compared to the ordinary stainless steel long sword, how can it be so, is it not that the beggar disciples have not eaten enough, this idea of brain supplement is not daring to say.

Handing the heavy sword to Tang Shengxian, the two beggar disciples were relieved, but they saw the line of sight below. I didn't have time to wipe my sweat, so I ran off the field quickly.

Under the gaze of everyone, Tang Shengxian untied the white cloth strips on the sword body one by one, and the sword body inside was exposed, this is a thick-backed heavy sword, the top is a demonic red, like blood but not blood, this is not the sword mound's dark iron heavy sword, this is Tang Shengxian's own design and production of blood-drinking heavy sword.

It is similar in size to the Black Iron Heavy Sword, but much heavier. This sword weighed one hundred and sixty-three catties and three taels and seven coins, which was similar to Tang Shengxian's weight, which was why the two beggar disciples had so much trouble carrying it over.

The sword body is synthesized with unknown elements in the extraterrestrial meteorite, and the biggest feature is that the density is extremely high, so that the same volume is much heavier than the iron sword, and Darba's vajra is a joke in front of Tang Shengxian's blood-drinking heavy sword.

"Boom~~" casually thrust the sword into the ground, forming a circle of spiderweb-like cracks around it, and the big bricks were broken several times at once. The blade of the sword went one foot and three inches deep into the soil, and this was the real slap in the face.

Needless to say, meeting is what to do, Tang Shengxian took out his heavy sword and slashed straight down on the top of his head, Darba's body was so fast, he reached out and pulled out the ground to descend the magic pestle, the sword and pestle intersected, and the loud sound of "Duang~" only shook everyone's ears. Tang Shengxian didn't have anything to do, but Darba's mouth was faintly painful, and he knew that the other party was strong, so he jumped back.

At this time, Darba said a word in Tibetan, I don't understand, it doesn't matter, there is a small mourning, and I will interpret it at the same time.

"Your Excellency, what a strength."

However, Tang Shengxian did not answer, this is still up to you. Directly approached, the sword and pestle were fired together, and there was a loud sound of gold and iron.

The two copper cylinders against the iron urns, vigorously fighting vigorously, the above multiplication of the outer door hard work to fight, the sword and pestle are windy, and everyone in the audience is shocked.

Tang Shengxian didn't use the heavy sword swordsmanship, so he didn't need to deal with this person at all.

When Tang Shengxian and Huo Du competed, the heroes watching the battle on the field had already dispersed from the wind, and at this moment, the two heavy blades were fighting each other, not to mention that the wind was unstoppable, even the loud sound made when the swords and pestles collided was extremely uncomfortable. Most of the people turned their ears to it. Under the light of the candlelight, the golden pestle turned into a golden light, and the heavy sword brought up a red sword shadow, intertwined, and the more fierce the fight.

This kind of fighting, everyone has never seen in their lives. Of course, more dangerous scenes are not impossible, but the masters compete for internal strength, and the inner urgency is abnormal, but the appearance is very bland. As for the dismantling of the fists and feet, it is ingeniously inherent, ruthless but not enough.

In fact, Tang Shengxian can win more easily, but he also has a heart to play, and Tang Shengxian wants to have a good time compared to the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

But this play made Guo Jing and Huang Rong present sweaty.

Guo Jing said: "Rong'er, do you think Xuanyi can win?" ”

Huang Rong said: "I can't see it now." ”

In fact, Guo Jing didn't know that it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for a while, but he hoped that his wife would say "Xuanyi can win", and he was greatly comforted in his heart. He is confident in Xuan Yi's chief, but judging from the current situation, he narrowly beats Darba at most, but there is a possibility of injury, which he does not want to see.

The last Golden Wheel Dharma King must have dealt with it himself, Xuan Yi's time to learn martial arts is also limited, his current martial arts are stronger than his original self, and he also cherishes the martial arts genius of the Great Song Dynasty, so he doesn't want Tang Shengxian to be injured.

Tang Shengxian only told them not to think too much, and to quietly watch how the poor road "counterattacked"!

"Jingle bell~~" The sound on the field was endless, Tang Shengxian had slowly increased his strength, and Darba also felt it, but at this time he had already used all his strength, so he could only hold on.

The situation on the field has changed from the previous two evenly matched to the current Tang Shengxian, who is obviously superior, and everyone can see it.

Tang Shengxian had played enough, his momentum changed suddenly, the attack stopped, he flipped the sword body, and the sword was resisted on his shoulder, Darba also took advantage of this to gasp, he had never been so tired from fighting, could it be that Taoist priests are all monks' nemesis?

Don't really say it, Tang Shengxian killed a monk from the plaster country last time, and this time he met a Tibetan monk, and his fate with the monk is not shallow, but they are all "bad fate"!

"Little monk, one move will determine the winner! After such a long time, my hands and feet have also moved. ”

Fortunately, Darba didn't know Chinese, otherwise he would have spurted out a mouthful of old blood when he gasped.

But everyone in the audience had a new view of Tang Shengxian, a young Taoist priest, and the Taoist killer deserved to be a Taoist killer. If the Quanzhen Sect were more generous and told everyone that Tang Shengxian's martial arts were still learned four years ago, everyone's jaws would be shocked!

The heavy sword was slowly raised above his head, no one would doubt the weight and strength of this sword, and the sharp-eyed people had already seen that there were already a lot of Dao marks left on the vajra in Darba's hand, all of which were the masterpieces of this blood-drinking heavy sword, so what would Tang Shengxian's last move be.

Everyone held their breath and stared at every move on the field.

I saw that Tang Shengxian seemed to have disappeared, and there was no trace of him in the same place, and the wind-like Taoist priest appeared in front of Darba who was waiting for him at this moment.

"Boom~bang~~~" A figure flew out directly from the field.

"Bang ~ Bang la."

After squirting out a large mouthful of blood, Darba felt all the bones in his body shatter. After being knocked away, he hit the roof directly, and the indestructible vajra in his hand had bent a terrifying seventy degrees, and the tiger's mouths in both hands had all burst into blood. (To be continued.) )