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When the fat tuft saw that Wang Le and the male thief actually came to him one after another, he knew that since he had fallen into the quagmire of this melee, he could only have a delusion to move forward and retreat freely.

The fat hunch at this time can be said to be regretful. If he had known that Wang Le, the turtle Baguzi, had already achieved the late-stage level of the Xuan-level, he would not have made the next series of decisions even if he had killed him. As a result, he turned the Sijiu City to the sky. He was not found, but instead he had aroused two thieves.

The key is that these two thieves are not ordinary people. They are real martial arts masters. Among them, the male thief's martial arts cultivation is actually in the late stage of the Xuan level, which caused his fat hunch to lose five or six major masters in succession. As for those who are still alive, most of them are bruised and bruised.

"I raised next door to Mala, you are a master of martial arts and mysterious rank, and you actually ran to this world to be a thief!"

"It's okay to be a thief, but what the hell are you stealing? You can steal ordinary people as priceless treasures, and the martial arts world treats them as antiques that are broken copper and iron. It's really a waste!"

The fat hunchman looked at the male thief attacking him, obviously not perfunctory. In anger, the incomparable resentment spread deep in his heart and could not be stopped.

This is because the fat tuft thinks he can block Wang Le's attack. If he wants to retreat, he still has a chance. After all, everyone is making a living in the capital and it is impossible to kill them all.

Even if both of them wish to kill each other immediately, they would not be able to kill each other in public and only in the dark.

But now the male thief has also participated. The fat hunch knew that if he still wanted to retreat safely, it would be a daydream. Only when he recovered was a certain price could he succeed.

As he thought about it, the fat hunchman bit his teeth, stopped retreating, and let out a roar. Fortunately, he did not stop and completely tried to break out. He saw his arms touching each other with ferocious eyes, making a cross-shaped sound of sharp impact on heavy metal.

With a "squeezing", the fat hunch's wide black top quickly turned from the sleeves of both hands into pieces. In the blink of an eye, the whole top became strips of cloth flying in the air.

At this time, a thick black bracelet on each of the fat tufts wrists turned into iron, extending along both arms, quickly wrapping the entire upper body.

Wang Le, who had attacked halfway through the air, turned over and fell to the ground one after another, with a look of shock and doubt in his eyes. After seeing this, the male thief who had stepped forward to attack the fat hunchback, stopped the attack in advance and stopped taking another step forward, looking very solemn and cautious!

"You are not simple. You actually have a high-grade magic weapon to protect you. This makes me look at you with admiration." The male thief said with a hint of surprise.

Because before this, no matter how fierce the battle was, Fat Camel had never used the killer weapon of the top-grade magic weapon.

At this time, the fat hunchbacked with a sneering sneer and said with a fierce light: "This is the result of your push, otherwise I wouldn't have shown this top-grade magic weapon that can save my life!"

After pausing, the fat tufter glanced at Wang Le and said in a deep voice: "Since I don't want to give up, then I will play with you in the big game. At worst, both sides will be injured. No one will be better, hum!"

Wang Le, who was standing next to him, directly ignored the fat tuft, and spoke harshly because he knew nothing about the so-called top-grade magic weapon. He was thinking about it, so he roughly guessed that the magic weapon, like the source stone, should be divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower.

Thinking of this, Wang Le carefully looked at the black armor on the fat tumbler, which was covered with mysterious and mysterious patterns, and white lights were occasionally flowing between the patterns.

What made Wang Le even more alert was that the so-called top-grade magic weapon on the fat tumbler was on his chest, on both ends and shoulders, and even behind him that could not be seen, with sharp arrows emitting cold light stretching out, and they were extremely flexible, sometimes long and sometimes short, stretching and contracting, as if they could fly out at any time, achieving the effect of killing one arrow!

Just as Wang Le stared at the fat hunch, the male thief took out an egg-sized metal ball from his arms, and then he tightly grabbed it and made a "click" sound.

The ball instantly turned into a silver spear about 1.8 meters long. Then the male thief didn't talk nonsense. He held the spear tightly in his hands, shook it gently, and turned into a gun flower, and stabbed it straight into the fat hunch's neck and throat!

Wang Le smiled enviously and said to himself: "Damn, I'm just a beggar, I'm poor! There is no ancient martial arts technique, and I can only rely on strength to suppress it, not to mention the so-called magic weapon. If you want to have it, you don't know when to wait."

As for the two natal magic weapons that were just put into the Dharma Eye space, Wang Le ignored them directly because even an idiot knew that he could not surrender.

After all, natal magic weapons are things that can cultivate the lives of people in martial arts, so it is definitely not simple.

As his thoughts changed, Wang Le used his only ancient defense technique to madly, opened his defense cover and turned into a golden warrior and followed the male thief. He kicked the ground with his feet, waved his fists and attacked the fat hunch sideways.

The fat tufter was not panicked when he saw the two of them attacking. Although his natal magic weapon was lost, he still had this top-grade magic weapon to protect him, and the only thing left was anger!

In the flash of lightning, the fat hunch shook his fist wrapped in black armor to face Wang Le. At the same time, he thrust his chest and saw two arrows on the armor shooting out quickly. One accurately hit the head of the gun that danced out of the gun flower, and the other black arrow shot to the center of the male thief's forehead in the blink of an eye, which was extremely cruel!

At the ends of these two arrows, there is a ferrous metal filament loomingly, controlling the direction of the two arrows anytime and anywhere.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

The fat hunch's fist wrapped in black armor kept hitting Wang Le one after another, and his heavy punches with rising strength collided violently.

At the same time, the two arrows shot from the armor flew into the air under the two black wires at the tail control of the fat hunch, and instantly fought with the silver spear in the hand of the male thief, all of which were dangerous, and could be seriously injured or even lost their lives at any time.

For a moment, Wang Le and the male thief were both defeated by the fat tuft by the advantage of the top-grade magic weapon.

However, there are many heroes who cannot resist, and they can't beat four hands with two fists, let alone Fat Turtle's martial arts cultivation, which is already one-line lower than Wang Le and the male thief.
Chapter completed!