The shield looks like a tortoise shell, and it looks very heavy. Someone smiled and said, "How can you maintain flexibility on the battlefield with such a heavy shield?"

Sun Ang waved to the man: "You can come and try it."

The man sneered and went on stage without fear. He took a deep breath, circulated the Yuanxi River, and took the shield from Sun Ang's hand.

But unexpectedly, it was suddenly flashed because the shield was much lighter than he expected.

"Huh--" He looked at the shield in his hand in surprise and said disdainfully: "What kind of defense can such a light shield have..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Sun Ang suddenly grab the Taishang Sword on the side like lightning and slashing the shield with one sword.

"Ah!" The audience exclaimed, and someone had already "reacted" first and shouted: "Gan Ming's madman is going to kill someone..."

when--

With a loud noise, the Taishang Sword was bounced away. Everyone in the Yaopeng Tower glared suddenly: No, the Taishang Sword did not cut through the tiger-faced shield?

Di Chengru sneered, stepped forward and snatched the Supreme Sword from Sun Ang's hand, and said to the man holding the shield: "You'd better put the shield down. I won't pretend to be someone!"

Everyone suddenly realized: It must be that Sun Ang did not do his best.

"Okay." The man was more confident in Di Chengru and immediately put the shield aside. Di Chengru took a deep breath, raised the Taishang Sword and slashed it out. A cold light flashed. The Taishang Sword, which had easily cut the twelve-sided third-level magic weapon shield, landed heavily on Sun Ang's tortoise shell shield.

when!

With a loud bang that was more violent than before, the Supreme Sword was raised high, Di Chengru had an incredible expression on his face, and the shield on the ground was unscathed, and there was not even a clear trace on the surface.

"ah!"

This time, I was really shocked. Everyone knew the power of the Taishang Sword. To be honest, when the Taishang Sword cut the twelve-sided third-level magic weapon shield with one sword, everyone already felt that Sun Ang had no hope.

There are many creators in Daqin. All the military's standard magic weapons are manufactured under the supervision of the Royal Creation Academy of the Great Qin. Perhaps because they are built in large quantities, it looks a bit rough, but only the creators of Daqin understand that the quality of these creators of the standard magic weapons is definitely superior among all the divine weapons of the same level!

Only those creators who are very confident in their magic weapons dare to use standard magic weapons to test their swords.

At the beginning, they thought that Sun Ang's tortoise shield was "huge and heavy" and had already looked down upon it, thinking that Sun Ang wanted to use low-level means of stacking materials to exchange for higher defense.

However, I didn't expect that the fact was exactly the opposite of what they thought. This tortoise shell shield was huge, with a sufficient defense area, and was as light as a feather, and could control it easily by any person.

What’s even more terrifying is that even the Supreme Sword cannot leave a trace on it!

Di Chengru was shocked on the spot. He looked at the proud Supreme Sword in his hand in disbelief, then at the tortoise shield in Sun Ang's hand, and shouted: "This is impossible!"

He raised his sword suddenly and slashed at the tortoise shield wildly, but Sun Ang did not move, but Di Chengru, who had all his strength to stimulate Yuanxi, was exhausted and panting after this fierce attack.

The audience was silent. Di Chengru looked at the magical weapon sword in his hand silly, but it was still difficult to accept, but the facts were cold and ruthless, shattering his fantasy.

A sixth-level creator stood up and scolded with a calm face: "Di Chengru, enough! Don't lose the face of our Daqin Creator. You are not as good as Sun Ang, go down!"

Di Chengru was suddenly awakened by scolding, looked at Sun Ang with complicated eyes, and walked off the stage without saying a word. He did not leave immediately, but held his arms and continued to look at it with a calm face. He believed that even if he couldn't do it, there would be Ma Yangping's Shenling Pao and Tan Qisheng's Black Demon Bow behind him, and there would always be one that could make Sun Ang look disgraceful.

However, the failure of the Supreme Sword in the duel was beyond everyone's expectations. Lei Bian and Zhong Zhenhe were secretly excited, but in front of the Qin people, they were embarrassed to roar loudly to vent their excitement and previous tension.

Zhong Zhenhe whispered: "Sure enough, Young Master An has never disappointed us!"

Lei Bian nodded vigorously to show his agreement.

At first, Qin Shang thought he had read it wrong, so he rubbed his eyes hard. When Di Chengru slashed wildly, he raised his heart to his throat again. Finally, he saw that Sun Ang's shield was not damaged and almost roared out.

He was responsible for organizing this press conference because of his unshirkable responsibility, but how much pressure he was under? No matter how it develops next, it can at least prove that Sun Ang can surpass the proud disciple of the eighth-level Creator master, and he can already explain it.

Qin Shang secretly waved his fist to celebrate, and couldn't help but think of what Master Qin Liben said to him: "Some people, if you want to believe him, he will give you a surprise."

If it weren't for taking care of the face of the Qin people around him, Qin Shang would have laughed out loud at this time.

Qin Xiao blinked his big eyes and looked at him seriously as if he had just met Sun Ang. Originally, Qin Xiao always thought that although Sun Ang was difficult to be outstanding, he came from Gan Ming after all, which was a backward place. In addition, he had always been self-taught and had no guidance from his master, and was able to advance to the fifth-level creator all the way. He was already an extraordinary talent.

She never expected that Sun Ang would have such a high level to take out a work, which would have completely surpassed her!

Qin Xiao was very pleased that Master Sun Ningyuan had a good successor, and his master did not misunderstand.

But I felt a little disappointed. If I have to work hard in the future, I cannot be surpassed by my junior brother.

At the same time, she felt a little prank: Humph, you will look down on my junior brother and have been slapped in the face.

When Di Chengru walked down, Ma Yangping immediately came to the stage. The face of Daqin must be kept. When he passed by Di Chengru, he snorted coldly: "The proud disciple of the eighth-level Creator Master is nothing more than that. You have lost all my face of Daqin!"

After he got on stage, he put on Shen Lingpao boxing gloves in his hand and looked at Sun Ang coldly: "Are you ready? Don't waste your time, because your monkey-like farce has delayed us too much time!"

Sun Ang raised his shield and smiled slightly: "Please."

Ma Yangping didn't say a word, but his entire body's vitality had already been stimulated with great effort. A ray of light bloomed like an explosion, and infinite power condensed on his fist. The Shen Lingpao roared, shaking the entire Yipenglou seemed to sway.

In the strong and dazzling light, Ma Yangping punched him, quickly and vigorously, and his momentum was like a meteor roaring towards him.

Dong!

The punch hit the tortoise shield heavily, and aura flowed out of Sun Ang's body, penetrated the stage, penetrated deep into the earth, and firmly grasped the ground.

Therefore, Ma Yangping's powerful punch failed to shake him at all. Everyone stretched their necks, waiting for the light to gradually dissipate.

Finally, they saw clearly that Sun Ang held the shield with his left arm and made a defensive posture. On the other side of the shield, Ma Yangping's Shenling Cannon was ruthlessly stopped by the shield - this was not a situation that any Qin people would like to see.

They hope that Ma Yangping's Shen Lingpao would blow Sun Ang's tortoise shield into pieces with one punch, and it would be best to bomb it with Sun Ang, so that he could scream while flying.

But reality is ruthless. Not only was Sun Ang not blown away, but Ma Yangping was blocked.

He took a step back, his nostrils were emitting heavy breath, his eyes were filled with fierce light, and he shouted: "Second punch!"

Dong!

"The third punch!"

Dong!

"Fourth Fist..."

With nine punches in a row, Sun Ang did not move, but Ma Yangping was already exhausted and panting, and there were only a few extra scratches on the tortoise shield.

The Qin people below were already buzzing like bees, and everyone found it incredible. There was no unique advantage in this tortoise shield. How could it have such a strong defense that it has blocked the outstanding works of two genius creators of the Qin Dynasty in succession.

The faces of the three sixth-level creators who came to the formation became ugly. Even if Tan Qisheng could defeat Sun Ang next, Daqin could only barely save the last fig leaf.

After being won by others for two consecutive games, Daqin, known as the strongest thirteen dynasties in the New World, has already lost.

Suddenly a boy from the audience shouted: "No, Sun Ang used Yuanxi. He must have used his martial arts cultivation to strengthen his tortoise shield..."

Before he could finish his words, one of the three sixth-level creators had anger and cursed angrily: "Idiot, if you don't have enough eyesight, shut up. Do you think our Daqin is not embarrassing enough? Get out of here!"

The boy was a little dissatisfied, and his companion around him explained in a low voice: "Sun Ang just used Yuanxi to hold himself firmly in place, so Ma Yangping's Shenling Cannon could not hit him. But he definitely did not use Yuanxi to bless the shield, otherwise how could many adults not see it?

He just grabbed the ground with Yuanxi in an understatement, so that Ma Yangping's attack could not shake him. His martial arts cultivation is much more advanced than Ma Yangping and the others."

The boy suddenly realized it, his face turned red with shame, and his neck shrank and he hid like a crowd and did not dare to show up.

Sun Ang waved his hand at Ma Yangping calmly and looked at Tan Qisheng in the audience: "Please!"

Ma Yangping almost jumped up because of his contempt, but the situation was stronger than that of a human being. No matter how many halos he was covered with or how many powerful forces behind him secretly supported him because he was interested in his potential. If he lost, he would lose.

His Shenling Cannon never broke through Sun Ang's defense.

He was breathing heavily in his nostrils, and he glared at Sun Ang with great resentment, ending with hatred.
Chapter completed!