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A young man in his 20s has refined so much... It's an exaggeration!

"Do it..."

Seeing that there are more and more great holy treasures, it is really difficult to win the battle. In the foreign spirit group, a dark-faced guy shouted loudly.

"Wait... I haven't finished my weapons yet..."

Zhang Xuan waved his big hand, and continued to flip his wrist.

Whoohoo!

Four treasures appeared in front of him again, which were the Hanyue hooks that won the bet just now.

When these four weapons appeared, Zhang Xuan's fingers turned into phantoms, and his body shuttled among them, tapping on them constantly.

Buzz Buzz!

Four crisp sounds, and the four treasures made surrendering sounds at the same time, completely acknowledging their master.

Whoa!

After recognizing the master, the four great holy treasures all flew up together.

"Ten great holy treasures? Is this... a fair duel?"

"Is this what he said when he knew that he was invincible and that he would die, but he never backed down?"

Seeing so many Great Sage-level magic weapons levitating, many Foreign Spirit Race members felt their scalps go numb and were about to vomit blood.

One weapon, you don't need to care about it, ten... is equivalent to ten Immortal Realm Dzogchen powerhouses, how can you fight this?

Thinking of the guy's impassioned words before, he immediately felt panicked.

No match for the fart!

You must die!

Damn, we must die...

"Don't do it yet? Do you want to die in the hands of the other party!"

If you want to be an old ghost, you are also crazy.

As an ancient sage, I have lived for an unknown number of years, and I have never seen such a strange thing.

"Yes!"

Knowing that the longer the waiting time, the better the coordination of these weapons will be. At that time, they will really have no chance, so everyone rushes over in unison.

In the crowd, the dark guy who spoke just now came to the front first, and the weapon in his hand was a Crescent Moon Saber of the Great Sage level.

This guy is one of the previous six great perfections of the Immortal Realm, and his strength is no less than that of Bo Yuan. With such a fierce weapon, with a sudden slash, the air emits a violent sonic boom, and the space is distorted.

Whoops!

A swift gust of wind slashed down on Zhang Xuan's head.

Seeing that it was about to be split in half, the time around the young man seemed to speed up in an instant, and he came to Yanyue Dao lightly, and pointed his finger.

hum!

The Yanyue knife rang excitedly, its huge body shook, turned the knife head upside down, and slashed down on the dark foreign spirit tribe.

"I wipe..."

The dark foreign spirit race burst into tears.

The next moment, his head fell to the ground, and he was dying without knowing what happened.

"This...was refined?"

Many famous teachers were all stunned.

Yulaogui seems to be crazy.

Fighting against people, the opponent's weapon is refined before it comes to the front, and it turns back to the previous master...

Can you still fight like this?

The shock of the crowd is not over yet, the young man has turned into a stream of light and rushed into the crowd, as long as the weapon his finger touches, it will turn against each other in the next moment, and unite with weapons such as bricks and keel guns to fight against aliens. Eldar people.

"At first, I thought that so many Foreign Spirit Race people besieged Master Zhang, it was simply bullying... Why do I feel like Master Zhang is bullying them now?"

"In front of you, grab other people's weapons, and use your own weapons to fight against the master... Beg for the psychological shadow area of ​​these Foreign Spirit Race people!"

"No need to ask, the boss must be the boss! No wonder, Master Zhang asked to fight against a group of people, he must have been prepared long ago, and wants to slaughter all these guys!"

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Amidst the discussion, Zhang Xuan had withdrawn from the crowd at some point, with his hands behind his back, looking at the weapons that were fighting against the Foreign Spirit Race people all over the sky, he was full of relief, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Thank you for your weapons, I'm so disrespectful!"

The first thousand 720 eight chapters of the blood of the ancient sage

"puff!"

"But you're so disgusting!"

After being slashed by their own weapons, many Foreign Spirit Race members were mad and burst into tears.

We didn't want to give you these weapons, you are not "but", you are grabbing them hard, okay?

A fair duel refers to everyone fighting with true energy... What are you fighting for?

Fair your sister!

It's better to get out the beast pets and kill us, so we won't be wronged like this.

"You...you are courting death!"

Seeing that under Zhang Xuan's control, the Foreign Spirit Race members fell head by head, more than 30 members of the race, in the blink of an eye, not even half was left, the ancient sage called Yu Laogui was completely angry.

Originally, the purpose of the challenge was to obtain the quota to enter the Dacheng Hall, but now that everyone is dead, I still need a quota... What's the point?

Boom!

A huge palm suddenly appeared, and the space in front of the Dacheng Hall was imprisoned in an instant, and a force that crushed the ages seemed to smash Zhang Xuan into a meatloaf.