The Demonic Dragon

"Blood Drinking Blade? Blood Demon Nangong Wu Wang?"

The three martial artists who had arrived had solemn auras, each holding a divine weapon!

Three masters of divine weapons!

With strength like theirs, they were already powerful enough to run rampant across the Divine Land!

After all, although Fang Yuan was fighting two opponents at once, Chen Qiyou had already lost his divine weapon. Strictly speaking, he was still somewhat weaker than before.

But now, the masters of divine weapons had truly gathered in full force, without the slightest exaggeration!

"White Tiger Cudgel, Dragon Pattern Bow, and Black Tortoise Shield?"

Fang Yuan gave a scornful laugh. "Why did they send you? If Overlord Blade and the fourth master of a divine weapon had come together, I might have had to avoid their edge... But you..."

These three divine weapons ranked eighth, ninth, and tenth on the Divine Weapon Ranking. They were the bottom of the barrel.

Of course, even the Black Tortoise Shield, ranked tenth, would stir up a storm of blood and wind across the martial world. Countless martial artists would break their heads trying to get their hands on it.

"Heh... Young man, what an enormous boast!"

The one leaning on the White Tiger Cudgel was an ancient-looking woman. Her back was hunched, and she had to cough after taking a couple of steps, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

But in the next moment, she was in front of Fang Yuan, raising her cudgel high and bringing it crashing down on him!

"Roar!"

The air trembled, as if a white tiger were truly lunging at him with a roar.

Fang Yuan raised his blade to block, and blood waves surged skyward.

A tremendous force like that of a white tiger struck him, forcing him