Chapter 237: Bad Magic Weapon

Feeling threatened, Sando Ancestor decided not to give Yunchen a chance to make a move, and threw out the hammer in his hand first.

At this moment, Ancestor Sando didn't spare his hand, he used ninety percent of his strength, and the moment the hammer was smashed, the surrounding space was shattered.

It's too late, it's fast, the moment the hammer was smashed, Yun Chen's hand was also released, and the blood bone arrow broke out of the air with an indomitable momentum. The moment the arrow came out, the gods and demons groaned, and all kinds of ancient roars faintly came, as if the gods and demons who died under the arrow in ancient times were complaining and cursing.

Sando Ancestor changed color, and immediately increased the delivery of soul power, using all his strength. The power of the Bloodbone Arrow was so amazing that he was no longer so confident in his hammer.

Although the Ancestor of Sando did not display the secret method, after all, it was the full force of an Ancestor Rank Giant, and the absolute power was not ordinary? The power emitted by the hammer became even more amazing, and the destructive power seemed to be enough to destroy the world once it erupted, making people feel a sense of despair that was difficult to resist.

The hammer was mighty, and the bloodbone arrow was equally powerful, and the two quickly approached.

The thunderous sound of gold and iron rang out, and the old ancestor of Sando roared violently, and the strong aura emanating from his body weakened a little at the moment.

"How could this be? how could it be!" Sando Ancestor looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and almost fainted out of breath.

That arrow actually shot through the hammer that was connected to his heart!

The ancestor of Sandor sacrificed this hammer with his heart, and when the hammer was wounded, he also suffered. Just now, it was like Yunchen shooting an arrow at him.

"Junior...... Bad my magic weapon!" Sando Ancestor was filled with grief and indignation, endured the pain, and conjured up a large palm of more than 100 zhang to shoot at the bloody bone arrow that continued to shoot at him.

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