"Bang, bang, bang...!"
Zhou Bao wielded his hammers toward the Sharp Saber Dharma King. Without showing weakness, his hammers collided with the fairy weapons held by the eight hands of the Sharp Saber Dharma King.
In the blink of an eye, the pair of hammers had made close contact with all the fairy weapons in the Sharp Saber Dharma King's hands.
This round of fighting directly repulsed the aggressive Sharp Saber Dharma King. Of course, Zhou Bao also did not feel so good. But even though his hands were numb, his eyes were shining.
"They are not real fairy weapons but something that has been condensed and refined purely by the Dharma of that Heavenly Fairy Weapon."
The fairy weapons on the Sharp Saber Dharma King's eight arms were not real. They were made by the scattered light of the Heavenly Fairy Weapon. But even so, their power was not inferior to that of any fairy weapon, and each of them had its own unique use.
