"It's already been prepared!"

The monk said loudly, and Wang Xianer nodded.

At this moment, a crack appeared in the sky, and three bright lights appeared from the crack, falling downward and landing on the weapons of the three people.

It's the spirit of the weapon.

"Buzz!"

The three weapons trembled in unison, releasing bright light and powerful aura.

This breath is simple and timeless, as if it comes from eternity.

The auras of the three people holding the weapons were completely released. At this moment, they and the weapons were connected.

The expressions of the three level sevens who were rushing forward had some changes.

"Take action!"

A low drink sounded from Zi Chen's mouth.

In his hand, a long sword was unsheathed.

"Whoosh!"

An extremely dazzling sword light appeared the next moment. It was filled with powerful sword intent, and the light completely illuminated the surrounding area.

"Groan!"

On the other side, the sound of sword chants rang out, and the War King Sword in Wang Xianer's hand was unsheathed, and the sword intent filled the air, wreaking havoc on the world.

"Buzz!"

In the monk's hand, the shield began to glow, with runes swirling around it, trembling constantly, and fighting spirit rising.

The broken knives, swords, and shields left behind from ancient times, after who knows how many years, were finally reorganized, and finally they were together again, fighting side by side.

The fighting spirit permeated the field.

The light of the three weapons completely covered all the surrounding light.

At this moment, everyone only has these three weapons and the people holding them in their eyes.

The golden sword light passed over the body of the seventh-level divine envoy, and then turned into dots of light and dispersed.

The War King Sword in Wang Xian'er's hand thrust straight forward, filled with sword intent, and penetrated the chest of a seventh-level divine envoy. The sword intent spread instantly within his body, forming an extremely powerful destructive force.

The light shield in the monk's hand left his body, spinning and flying forward.

"puff!"

The shield was filled with energy, and at a very fast speed, it passed by the seventh level's neck. The seventh level's head was seen flying high, and the divine blood was flying.

The light shield flew far away, circled around, and returned to the monk's hand.

Holding a light shield in his hand, the monk looked at the headless body falling from the sky and said indifferently: "Who said you can't kill people with a shield?"

"Peng!"

Level 7's body fell to the ground, there was a shaking sound, but he never got up again.

As for next to them, there were two other seventh-level people lying there at the moment. One's body was separated by the sword, the other's heart was destroyed by the sword, and his vitality was torn apart by the sword's will.

With the cooperation of the weapon spirits, the three powerful level sevens were all killed in an instant.

The craftsman looked at the three people in front of him and let out a low sigh, secretly sighing that his time had passed.

Even Wuji shook his head and stopped talking.

Qingnv held his arm and leaned against him.
Chapter completed!