He Lingchuan raised his shield to meet it. After blocking it twice, he felt his arms trembling. It was much more difficult than fighting against Meng Shan. He couldn't help but be secretly shocked by the strength of the tiger demon.
Uncle Da fired his bow more than ten times from left to right, but all of them were blocked by the shield, making a sharp and piercing sound.
But He Lingchuan was also hit back repeatedly by it. Even if this monster stood up to attack, its two hind legs could still provide strong driving force.
Uncle Da's attacks were so fast that the eyesight of ordinary warriors could not keep up. If He Lingchuan missed a strike, he would be suddenly thrown down by it and his trachea would be torn open...
Of course, Fu Sheng Dao is not idle either, but Uncle Da's sense of danger is too strong and he never confronts this magic weapon head-on.
It's easy to say, but He Lingchuan's confrontation with this fierce tiger was like facing a stormy sea. The opponent's attacks were continuous and seemingly endless. No matter in terms of momentum or frequency of attacks, he could not gain the upper hand.
This thing is really fierce, otherwise Fu Shanyue wouldn't have been repaired half to death by it.
Then Uncle Da became impatient and bent his claws to hook the shield away.
This shield is the second form of the soul-capturing mirror, and it has about 10% of the physical rebound damage. Uncle Da was even blocked by a dozen slaps, so he took more than a dozen rebound damage, which accumulated a lot, even if
Its skin is rough and its flesh is thick and painfully tight.
It's like it tried its best to slap itself in the face.
Why is it so difficult to kill someone?
But at this moment, the Fusheng knife tilted, and the moonlight reflected at this angle became brighter and gathered into a beam, which dazzled in the tiger's eyes.
Dazzling! Uncle Da subconsciously turned his head.
Not only that, this light was like a laser, shining directly on the illusory wall of Thousand Stars City.
At this time, King Yuan was at the end of his rope. The guards around him fell one after another, and more and more enemies climbed to the top of the city.
Looking up and down the city, there are enemies everywhere, but the blood of our own soldiers has been shed.
The last guard at the top of the city was bitten to death by the jackal demon, and blood spattered three feet from his neck, which seemed to bring the final end to this long and hopeless struggle.
King Yuan let out a long sigh and was about to draw his sword and kill himself when the light of Fusheng's sword arrived and shone directly on his face.
The strong reflection actually made him slightly startled, and he turned his head to look at He Lingchuan's position!
Chapter completed!