Chapter 1662: The Holy Weapon Is Still Trash in the Hands of Trash

The holy weapon is still trash in the hands of trash

The big devil was stunned for a moment, and his heart trembled again.

What a powerful blue-faced orc, two fingers are harder than my weapon.

This must be a profound martial art!

I have to be careful in the next battle.

He thought in his mind, but his hands did not stop.

After all, he is also a big devil, and he has fought all his life.

He has seen the world and has a strong mental quality.

He didn't care about the broken sickle head, and still waved the remaining part of the blade to sweep towards Shengyi's neck.

And Jinjilie's face suddenly changed color on the side.

He knew Shengyi was strong, but he didn't expect him to be so strong!

Can a holy weapon be broken by just anyone with his fingers?

That requires practicing your body to be harder than the holy weapon, and your cultivation level must be higher than the big devil to do it.

This battle...

Jinjilie's fighting spirit, which had just risen, instantly waned.

"Cheer up, the blue-faced orc did this on purpose, he wants to hit our morale!"

The voice of Elder Letu came from behind.

He encouraged Elder Jinjilie, and also encouraged himself and Narenba.

Shengyi's strength has exceeded his imagination.

He was shocked and looked at Zhang Xing.

Could he be so powerful?

He couldn't see through this orc. Although he had a faint orcish aura, he didn't have the temperament of an orc.

Letu guessed that there was an 80% chance that Zhang Xing was not an orc.

But he never thought that Zhang Xing was one of the human races he asked King Behemoth to hand over.

He secretly clenched his fists, and let me fight this orc!

At this time, the half of the sickle head that the big demon slashed at Shengyi had cut through the air, and was only a finger away from Shengyi's neck.

And Shengyi seemed not to see it, still squinting his eyes.

He looked at the big demon with contempt.

Bang!

The chopping was done!

The big demon was happy.

This is the end of arrogance and arrogance...

Before this thought flashed through his mind, he felt a recoil force along the sickle blade to his arm.

His arms went numb and he almost dropped his weapon.

If Sheng Yi broke his sickle just now, he was shocked.

Then he was terrified now!

He saw that half of the sickle blade had indeed chopped Sheng Yi's neck.

But...

He felt like he had chopped on a meteorite from outer space that was harder than the holy weapon.

Not only did his arms go numb, but even the sickle blade was curled.

This...

The big devil was really stunned!

That's the neck!

I can't even cut the neck of an orc with my full strength plus the attack of the holy weapon?

This... He... What is he?

At this moment, the whole audience was dead silent!

Except for Zhang Xing and Jin Bao, everyone else was dumbfounded as if they had lost their souls.

"The body of Lord Shenglong is harder than the holy weapon...

God! Doesn't that mean that Lord Shenglong's body is comparable to the artifact?"

King Behemoth and others were shocked by this.

And everyone in the Totem Clan had a blank mind.

This is beyond their imagination, what else can you let them think of?

Except being stunned in the stagnation, it is being stunned in the stagnation.

At some point, Shengyi's finger has already touched the sickle head.

I saw him push it outwards gently.

The sickle blade is three inches away from the neck.

"The holy weapon will always be trash in the hands of trash.

But in my hands, the holy weapon is still a holy weapon!"

As Shengyi said this, his right hand moved.

The broken half of the sickle head appeared between his two fingers.

Swish! Swish!

He waved his hand, and a black light instantly flashed across the sickle blade.

Another black light flashed across the big devil's shoulder.

"Weapons should be used like this, do you understand?"