My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 2220

Luo Chongyang looked at the black spear and was stunned. Suddenly he laughed and almost bent over.

With such a dark long gun, do you want to block your own Yingguang sword?

Not only he, but also the people off the stage were amused by Zhuo Wushuang.

Every magic weapon can be seen from its appearance alone. This black long gun has no inscriptions on its body surface, is not sharp, and has no frightening momentum. Looking horizontally and vertically, it is a long gun used by children for juggling... Let's call it a long gun for the moment.

Now Zhuo Wushuang wants to take such a weapon to resist Luo Chongyang's Yingguang sword. How can he not feel funny.

Being laughed at by thousands of people, Zhuo Wushuang felt so embarrassed that he couldn't help looking at Ye Xiong.

Ye Xiong is still calm and light. His chest looks like a foot. He doesn't worry at all.

"Since I joined the way of heaven, so many people laughed at every thing the pavilion leader did at first. In the end, they were not all stupid and conquered by his means. Since he said that this gun can prevent Yingguang sword, he must do it."

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wushuang was full of confidence.

"Zhuo Wushuang, you are a noble prince. Unexpectedly, you become more confused. You not only join Tiandao Pavilion, but also take such a long gun... Is this a gun? You can use it if he asks you to use it. Are you out of your mind?" Luo Chongyang laughed.

"I don't know until I hit it." Zhuo Wushuang Leng hum.

"Since you are so impolite, don't blame me for being impolite."

Luo Chongyang flew up with a long sword in his hand, cleaved a sharp sword, and attacked Zhuo Wushuang with the power of cutting everything.

Zhuo Wushuang raises his gun and meets, and the two weapons collide in an instant.

Ding!

When the weapons collided, the imaginary scene of gun breaking did not happen, and the two were shaken out by strong waves at the same time.

Zhuo Wushuang's first reaction was to look at the black gun in his hand. Seeing that there were no sword marks on it, he couldn't help laughing.

"Luo Chongyang, it seems that your Ying lightsaber is not so good. You can't even cut my broken gun."

Luo Chongyang was shocked. His eyes fell on his sword and his face suddenly changed.

I saw that the middle of my sword was sunken, and the original sharp blade became much blunt.

"What kind of weapon are you?" He couldn't help asking.

"Didn't you just say that I'm a broken gun. It can't be worse."

Zhuo Wushuang had a magic weapon in his hand, and suddenly his momentum soared. His strength was injected into the black gun. People and guns were combined and rushed out.

Luo Chongyang raised his sword and greeted them. They fought again in mid air.

They rarely use magic, they all use moves, and suddenly the sky is full of sword and spear shadows, which is dazzling.

Ding Ding.

The sound of continuous weapon collision rang, and the two people suddenly separated and closed. They shot so fast that people couldn't see clearly.

The people off the court were all attracted by the two people's moves and called it wonderful.

The leader of the five pavilions was attracted by the weapons in Zhuo Wushuang's hand and discussed one after another.

"Brother Nanshan, do you see what the weapon in Zhuo Wushuang's hand is?" Jiang Zhiwei asked in a low voice.

Jiannanshan shook his head, angry and jealous: "I've never heard of such a magic weapon. Where did this guy get this strange weapon?"

"Ying lightsaber is a famous magic weapon in the Western Star region. There are not many weapons that can carry its attack. They are all famous magic weapons. I have never heard of any long gun that can carry it." Jiang Zhiwei also doesn't understand.

"There are not many weapons that can carry Ying lightsaber, and there are few gun systems. As far as I know, the dragon beard gun in the hands of Zhao Dongba, who was called the God of gun thousands of years ago, can stop Ying lightsaber. I haven't heard of this dark long gun."

"How domineering and majestic the dragon beard gun is, how can this ugly thing compare."

"The dragon beard gun disappeared with Zhao Dongba thousands of years ago. Now I don't know where it is."

The two discussed and were all guessing, but they couldn't understand the origin of the black gun.

At this time, the battle between the two people on the field is close to white hot.

At first, the people who laughed at Zhuo Wushuang were completely speechless, because they found that Zhuo Wushuang's black gun had steadily pressed Luo Chongyang's Yingguang sword in the confrontation. If the black gun was not too pure and not sharp enough, Luo Chongyang might have lost.

Zhuo Wushuang became braver and braver. The depression of being cut off just now completely broke out, and the momentum rose again and again.

"Luo Chongyang, take my shot, through Japan."

Zhuo Wushuang's momentum climbed to the top, and the black gun in his hand seemed to feel his war intention. Suddenly, it hummed and trembled like life.

It's autonomous jitter.

"This is..."

Zhuo Wushuang was startled and looked at the crazy shaking spear with a puzzled face.