Chapter 1455 He Shen Is in a Dilemma

"The competition begins!"

The two contestants went up to the ring, and the referee below did not give them time to prepare, and he shouted directly.

"Zhetian!"

Fei Long held up the vision, picked up two king pots, and immediately established a strong defense line.

"Shield cultivator, right? I specialize in shield cultivators!"

He Shen also held up the vision, and a holy sword appeared in his hand, and he chopped directly at Fei Zai, "I want to see whether your shield is strong or my sword is sharp!"

Bang!

A sword slashed on the big pot, and only a shocking explosion sounded, which was deafening.

The sword power was exhausted, but the pot did not explode, and Fei Long was not shaken back half a step.

However, the big pot was not intact, and there was still a sword mark on the pot.

"Damn, with this little power, how can you blow up Fei Ye's big pot?"

Fei Long tested He Shen's sword power, and curled his lips on the spot, with a look of disdain.

The defense line formed by his Zhetian and king weapons can even withstand the wind and bones saint!

He Shen, the golden body venerable, wanted to break through his defense, which was simply a fantasy.

"Your pot"

He Shen knew that the shield cultivator had high defense, but he didn't expect that it was so high that he couldn't cut Fei Long's pot with a sword. So he stared at Fei Long's two big pots, and then he found that Fei Long's pots were of extremely high quality, and he couldn't help but show a look of shock.

"My pot is used to stew pork, for example, your pig is easier to stew!"

Fei Long laughed, and with such a retort, He Shen was furious.

"How dare you compare me to a pig, you are dead today!"

He Shen was furious, raised his sword and chopped again, "Today, if I don't smash your pot and cut off the fat on your body, I won't be He!"

"Then don't be He, be a pig!"

Fei Long continued to laugh, raised a king pot, and took the initiative to meet He Shen's sword.

Bang!

The big pot blocked the sword attack, and only left another sword mark, which could not shake Feilong's defense line at all.

"Let's see how many swords you can take?"

He Shen continued to attack with the sword, and turned around Feilong, slashing while turning.

He Shen turned faster and faster, and slashed faster and faster. In a blink of an eye, he slashed hundreds of swords.

Feilong's frontal defense was strong, so he turned to Feilong to slash on the left and right sides, and even turned to Feilong's back to slash.

As long as Feilong's speed was not enough, or he was half a step slow to return to defense, revealing a little flaw, he could break through Feilong's airtight defense line from the flaw and chop Feilong with a sword.

Originally, he thought that Feilong was fat, had a lot of fat, was clumsy and slow, and was definitely easy to bully.

But he never expected that although Feilong was fat, his speed was not slow at all!

No matter how fast he turned, Feilong would also turn fast and could definitely keep up with his rhythm. It was really weird.

What's even more bizarre is that Feilong has two big pots, while he only has one sword.

One is attacking all the time, and the other is defending all the time. The fight becomes more and more intense. For a while, it is difficult to tell who will win and it ends in a draw.

"Fatty, how can we fight with such tight defenses in front, behind, left and right, and only defending but not attacking?"

He Shen felt very troubled. If he continued to fight like this, he would be worn out by Feilong sooner or later.

Because he used all his strength every time he slashed his sword, which consumed a lot of his true energy, otherwise he would not be able to pose a threat to Feilong's defense line.

But Feilong, with a powerful defensive combat skill and two king-level big pots, blocked all his attacks with almost no effort.

If they fought for one or two hours, wouldn't his true energy be exhausted?

At that time, Feilong, who was waiting for the opportunity, would counterattack and definitely press him to the ground and rub him!

Or the kind of back and forth, rubbing and rubbing!

After much thinking, He Shen finally thought of the best way to break through Fei Long's defense line!

"I will cut!"

He Shen shouted, holding the sword with both hands, and chopped with all his strength, directly chopped towards Fei Long.

"Cut slowly, I'm not in a hurry!"

Fei Long smiled and raised the pot to block He Shen's long sword.

However, He Shen's sword force was blocked by the pot, but he did not put away the sword. Anyway, he held the hilt tightly and pressed down Fei Long's pot, preventing Fei Long from taking the pot back.

Then, He Shen suddenly jumped with the pressure of the sword, jumped sideways over the pot, and jumped onto Fei Long's head.

But He Shen's hands still held the sword with all his strength, pressing Fei Long tightly, not allowing Fei Long to move.

"Die!"

He Shen shouted, stretched out his right foot, like a flash of lightning, and kicked Fei Long's head.

The kick was about to kick Fei Long out, and another pot came out from an incredible angle and collided with the kick.

Bang!

He kicked the pot with one foot, and a loud explosion shook the sky.

That kick poured all of He Shen's strength into it, and directly kicked a dent in the pot.

However, the pot was not broken, and the kick force rebounded, almost breaking the leg bones. He Shen now had a personal experience of how painful it was.

"Ouch!"

He Shen was in unbearable pain and couldn't help but scream.

"Ouch, eat my pot!"

The power in He Shen's hands dissipated, and Fei Long was relieved, and immediately picked up the pot to fight back.

The pot was smashed out, breaking layers of space, smashing the void, and fell towards He Shen's body.

"Fuck!"

He Shen was shocked, and hurriedly backhanded a sword to pick up the pot that Fei Long had thrown.

The distance between him and the fat dragon was too close. He was still in the air and couldn't dodge. He had no choice but to carry it!

However, his foot was injured at this time, and he fought back hastily and lacked strength. The effect of thrusting the sword can be imagined.

The sword was not very powerful, and instead of breaking Feilong's cauldron, it was smashed by Feilong's cauldron.

Snapped!

The long sword shattered, and countless sword fragments spread out, propelled by the aftermath of the battle, and shot out in all directions.

The fat dragon is covered by a pot, and a broken sword cannot hurt him.

But He Shen Ke had no pot or shield, and the distance was so close that he had no time to block him, so he was hit by many broken swords on the spot.

He Shen has true energy to protect his body, and the broken sword cannot hurt him!

However, he had no armor, and the robes he wore didn't have much real energy to protect him.

Immediately, his robe was torn by countless sword fragments and was riddled with holes, making him very embarrassed.

"Fat boy, you have a few brushes, I underestimate you."

He Shen jumped down in a hurry, wanting to distance himself from Fei Long and regain his strength before talking.

The fat dragon smashed his sword and injured him. He had to take a breath and think about how to fight next?

"Want to run?

no way! "

Unexpectedly, Feilong refused to let him go. He picked up two large pots, smashed them left and right, and hit him.

"Fuck!"

When Heshen saw Feilong taking the opportunity to fight back, he panicked on the spot and had to raise his hands to deal with it.

His holy sword had been smashed by Fat Dragon in a pot, and the spare sword on his body was not a holy weapon, but a lower-level ancestral weapon.