However, there was no blood splattering or gut-wrenching wounds. When He Yang raised his elbow, He Lingchuan did not retreat. Instead, he ducked forward and slashed the sharp blade almost against his scalp, brushing off a few hairs.
hair.
He had seen General Hong perform this evil trick several times. He himself had tried it once or twice using General Red's Yinglong Spear in the world of Dafang Hu. When he saw He Yang's unusual movements, he immediately became vigilant.
He also shot out a handful of cold light at the same time. He Yang, who was on the opposite side, saw dots in front of his eyes, like countless needles coming towards him, and he immediately blocked it with his shield.
What He Lingchuan used was the "Starlight Nail" purchased from the foundry shop Lingdong Lai. The principle is similar to that of the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle. It also uses a light press of the mechanism to drive out more than 300 star nails at once, aiming to pierce the opponent.
Head and face all over.
Such a small thing costs three hundred taels of silver (three hundred thousand yuan).
Yes, he originally despised this kind of profligate behavior, but today he decided to change his approach.
He Lingchuan did not lie down. He put his forearms on the ground and jumped forward like a leopard. Most of the officials present could not even catch his figure.
Outside the court, Qingyang held his hands and watched intently. He Xiao must have good skills, otherwise he would not have been able to defeat Tongxinwei's deputy commander Fan Sheng. But over the years, no one has collected specific information about He Xiao's cultivation.
Today is an opportunity.
He Yang raised his shield to block, and the star nails exploded as soon as they touched the shield, pushing him three to four feet away with his shield.
The space in the dance hall is limited, so if you push it like this, it will be pushed directly to the wall.
Thick smoke billows.
This cigarette was also mixed with ingredients, which made the victim feel dizzy, confused, and his movements and reactions were at least half a beat slower.
If there hadn't been a barrier set up in the venue, the smoke would have drifted to the auditorium.
He Lingchuan rushed in without saying a word.
The soul-catching mirror shouted: "Take the opportunity to kill him!"
Taking advantage of the thick smoke that no one could see clearly, the lord simply used all his strength to knock this man down in one fell swoop.
He Lingchuan ignored it.
He Yang was not the focus. Qingyang Cai from the outside was watching him eagerly, so he still had to be cautious.
He Yang's scythe was shrunk and was as big as a peasant's scythe. It cut extremely sharply, but every attack was silent, which was very advantageous in an environment where he couldn't see anything.
He Lingchuan could only rely on the disturbance of the smoke to predict the opponent's movements. After a few dings, the two of them struck blindly in the smoke, passing several moves in a row.
The more you hit, the faster and harder you hit.
Outsiders only heard the constant clanging sound, and occasionally saw a few cold lights rolling through the smoke, like thunder wrapped in dark clouds.
Although He Yang is arrogant on the outside, he fights steadily in battle with almost no flaws. Moreover, this man's real power is cold to the bone, which complements the cold spring of Yuquan Palace, and his five-point ability is expanded to eight points. He Lingchuan
I felt waves of cold air coming from the edge of the sword, making the sword heavier and heavier. Those with weaker cultivation might have their whole arm stiff.
He Yang has a unique set of techniques for using the sickle. In addition to the regular cutting and gouging, he also often shakes and trembles, giving the opponent the feeling of a poisonous snake keeping a close eye on the target. He is very good at fighting, and he doesn't know why.
It can make people laugh every time.
There was even a moment when the blades of the sword were struck, and the blade of the sickle suddenly became longer, like a poisonous snake probing its teeth. If He Lingchuan had not withdrawn his hand quickly, a bloody hole would have been punched through the tiger's mouth.
In just ten breaths, He Lingchuan was almost familiar with the scythe's fighting method, and he still wanted to provoke him:
"Commander He has a good hand with a sickle. He should really go to the fields to help during the autumn harvest."
He Yang sneered: "Before opening the fields, sacrifice your head to the sky!"
With a flick of his hand, five rays of cold light rushed out and pierced He Lingchuan's eye sockets.
At this moment, he actually put away the crane's beak and pulled out the tiger claw!
If He Lingchuan hadn't shrunk his head so fast, not to mention his appearance, his eyes would have been gouged out.
The mirror babbled: "This guy is not easy to beat, he is not easy to beat!"
He Lingchuan was full of dirty tricks, but it was difficult to fight in public.
"The old woman has been staring at you, giving you her full attention."
He Lingchuan really wanted to slap him on the mirror, but if he couldn't help, he should stop talking, which would only increase the tension.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Qingyang was actually sitting up straight, his eyes focused deeply, and his hands crossed under his chin. Usually this action represented deep thinking.
The little smoke and dust just now couldn't block her sight at all. She didn't miss every detail of the battle between the two.
As soon as He Yang came up, he wanted to take down his opponent with great force and shock King Yao, but He Xiao was able to do it with ease and didn't show any panic.
He Yang was taught by her, and he always likes to take other sides. Qingyang has told him many times, but she knows that his nature is like this, and his fighting methods and temperament must be adapted in order to maximize his combat effectiveness.
But even at the beginning, He Xiao didn't suffer. Did he understand He Yang's style of play, or did he adapt to the situation with his keen spiritual awareness?
If it's the latter, this person is truly remarkable.
Just by looking at his expression as usual during He Yang's attack and not being invaded by the coldness, one can tell that this person has a high level of cultivation. Moreover, his combat skills are simple, sharp, and efficient. Although he tried hard to hide it, Qingyang could still judge that this
The boy is battle-hardened!
The technique of killing never requires dexterity.
Where did Shuangye find such a person in the first place?
The smoke and dust cleared from the field, and everyone could see the battle between He Lingchuan and He Yang at a glance.
The two of them also fought more and more fiercely. The petals that fell from the old pear tree could not reach their heads before being driven away. Only a piece of fallen white fell between the two of them, and it stagnated obviously in mid-air, and then was stirred up.
Fragments!
The tiger's claw attack is more fierce than the crane's sickle, but He Lingchuan is used to it because its fighting method is similar to Axun's mantis hook, and it can also be forwarded by the hook claw.
The combined value of these two magical artifacts is at least two to three hundred thousand, and the descendants of the Qing Palace are indeed very wealthy.
If it weren't for the fact that Axun's weapon was so special, He Lingchuan would have really wanted to use it to fight He Yang. He had practiced for a long time and had some experience.
Next, He Yang raised his hand and saw four or five more magical artifacts, each of which had miraculous powers, and rainbow lights were flying all over the place.
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Although these are the subordinates of the king's enemy, such a compact and exciting battle is really the best gift of the whole show today.
Like other civil servants, Fan Shuang's eyesight could not see clearly what happened. His heart was almost stuck in his throat, and he realized that he had been holding his breath for a long time until he felt dizzy and dizzy.
Brother He, can Brother He still live?
Jian Guo came prepared today. Did he give all his treasures to He Yang?
Two and a half years ago, He Lingchuan would not have been able to survive a face-to-face encounter with such a capable opponent who was also full of magic weapons.
The soul-capturing mirror shouted: "Hey, hey, if we drag it on any longer, maybe that old guy Yao Wang wants to stop."
King Yao was watching the battle from the banquet and saw that He Xiao was in danger. He pressed his fingers on the armrests until they turned white. He Xiao can indeed fight, but after all, he is a businessman. How can he be compared with the leader of Qingwei who licks blood with the blade of his knife? Keep fighting.
, a life is about to be lost.
It's not that King Yao is passionate about talents, but this battle is equivalent to a contest between him and the prison country. If He Xiao loses and is killed, he will be severely humiliated by Qingyang at his birthday ceremony.
How unpleasant that is!
The little advantage that Qingyang had gained in the early stage could not be lost at this time.
As for the mirror, He Lingchuan didn't take it to heart at all.
King Yao doesn't care about his life or death. Besides, calling a halt in advance is equivalent to giving in to Qingyang in advance. How can he do it?
But the mirror is right about one thing, and it should not be delayed any longer. Qingyang has rich experience and can see the clues at the slightest clue.
Thinking of this, He Lingchuan swung his sword diagonally, took advantage of He Yang's claws to distract him, and used a swing to knock him away four feet. He also retreated ten feet, and threw something over his head.
It was a seal as long as the tail finger, square in shape.
But it grows when the wind blows.
So there was a big seal right above He Yang's head, and it hit him all over his head, fast and fierce.
Heaven-shaking seal.
If someone has good eyesight, he can also find that there are several gaps at the bottom of the seal and two cracks on the body of the seal.
This is a magic weapon that He Lingchuan picked up from the Ghost King's Underground Palace. After giving it to Songyang Mansion for renovation, he rescued several usable ones. This Heaven-shaking Seal is one of them.
He Yang was not a vegetarian either, but he felt there was a difference in the light above his head, so he didn't waste time to look up, and just rolled forward, two feet away.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and even the cup on King Yao's table trembled, and two drops of wine bubbled out.
You must know that the dance hall opens the barrier during the imperial competition to protect the safety of the Yao King and the audience. Only a small part of the vibrations and attacks in the hall can be transmitted to the outside world.
There was an extra "hill" at He Yang's original location, with a height of three feet. The carved landscape above the heaven-turning seal was now enlarged to the same proportion, and it looked like an extraordinarily tall rockery. There was no problem at all in hiding a dozen people.
The audience all exclaimed. Unexpectedly, magical weapons appeared frequently in the martial arts scene today. How many years would this one be the best?
It turns out that not only the supervisor has treasures, but the owner of Hedao also has the best stuff at the bottom of the box.
He Yang is Qingyang's confidant, so it's not surprising that he has treasures in his hands; He Xiao, as the Lord of Goodness, has heard that there are countless treasures sunk in his waters. This is probably one of them?
No matter what, it's a lively and comfortable day today.
Just as He Yang escaped from the giant seal, two rays of cold light came from the top of the seal and went straight to his face.
Two sleeve arrows.
Another figure appeared on the "rockery".
He Xiao.
He Yang dodged and jumped up without saying a word. He was not in the habit of passively being beaten.
I saw the rockery jingling and sparks flying. In the blink of an eye, the two fought for four or five more rounds.
This rockery is narrow and steep, with protruding rocks and sharp corners everywhere. He Yang was holding a crane-billed sickle at the moment, which was too inconvenient. He waved his hand and it turned into a short sickle, and he stood on the rockery again.
, very much like a herbal collector.
He Lingchuan held the soul-capturing shield in his left hand and the poison-fanged dagger "Zhu Erniang's Kiss" in his right hand. Each sword struck his upper and lower vital points.
He changed his weapon in time. There were narrow gaps everywhere and it was difficult to move around, so every inch was short and every inch dangerous.