"Humph! I naturally know this, you don't need to say more!"
He Lao snorted coldly and pinched the technique with one hand. The speed of the white chain in mid-air suddenly increased. Like a loach, it bypassed the blockade of the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword and went directly towards Liang Yan.
It turned out that this person saw the sharpness of the opponent's flying sword and had no intention of fighting head-on. Instead, he relied on the ability of his magic weapon to change freely and wanted to avoid the sword's edge and go straight to Huanglong.
But Liang Yan is also a person who has fought for a long time. As soon as this man raised his hand, he saw the opponent's intention. He hurriedly jumped into the air and flew into the air. At the same time, he withdrew his sword to come back and locked the opponent tightly with the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword.
White chain.
The Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword was incredibly fast, and it caught up with the white chain almost instantly. He Lao had no way to avoid it, so he could only control the magic weapon and fight Liang Yan's flying sword head-on.
when!
There was a crisp sound, and the white chain was slashed and flew back. Several fine cracks appeared on the originally crystal clear chain.
Mr. He was also shocked. He didn't dare to use the magic weapon to entangle with Liang Yan's flying sword. He hurriedly made a seal with both hands. The white chain swayed slightly in the air and turned into a giant net with a radius of a hundred feet, covering the downwards.
Come.
This magic weapon is called "Fishing God's Net". When He Lao was wandering around, he found a Yin Shen fish with thousands of years of cultivation in a snowy place. He fought for three days and three nights before killing it, and then took it.
The essence of the demon elixir was also invited to the weapon refining master of Tianhe City to cast this net.
Once this "Fishing God's Net" is unfolded, the surrounding area of 100 feet will turn into a land of ice and snow, with a bone-chilling chill permeating it, as if everything around it will be frozen in the net.
Liang Yan was shocked and hurriedly made a gesture to withdraw the sword, hoping to let the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword escape from the "Fisher God's Net". However, the area covered by the giant net was too large, even at lightning speed, it could not
Escape in a short time.
In just the blink of an eye, the frosty chill fell on the flying sword. The speed of the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword became slower and slower, and the surrounding space was slowly frozen.
"receive!"
Mr. He shouted low, and the techniques in his hands changed again. The "Fishing God's Net" quickly closed, and soon the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword was wrapped in it.
Liang Yan silently sensed it, and secretly thought that something was wrong. Although the connection between the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword and his mind was still there, it was no longer obeying his orders. No matter how he pinched the sword, he could not move at all.
However, he still had a trump card that he had not used yet, so he was not too panicked at the moment. Instead, he silently used his undecided magical power on the spot. A blue light flashed from his eyes, and after a moment, the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a trace of
smile.
Using the "Qi Watching Technique" with his eyes, Liang Yan keenly sensed that the spiritual energy all over the body of Mr. He was boiling like water. Although his hands were hidden in his sleeves, he was still making spells and casting spells. He obviously wanted to control the "fishing man".
It is not an easy task for him to trap his flying sword with the "divine net".
"It turns out he's having a hard time too!"
Liang Yan sneered, and his whole body suddenly turned into a streak of gray light and flew straight towards He Lao.
Na He Lao worked hard and finally trapped Liang Yan's flying sword with the "Fishing God's Net". In his opinion, once the sword cultivator loses his own flying sword, it is equivalent to the tiger losing its claws. There is no point at all.
Opportunity to resist.
He was thinking about how to take action to capture this person in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly the other party attacked him first, instead of retreating, he advanced towards him.
"Hmph, you're good to go! Let's see how you can take advantage of my move without the flying sword!"
Mr. He snorted coldly, opened his mouth suddenly, and spit out hundreds of purple rays of light, which turned into a sea of purple fire in the air and flew away towards Liang Yan's escape light.
Facing this purple sea of fire, Liang Yan didn't have the slightest fear in his eyes.
The other party had already spent too much spiritual power in order to imprison his Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword. This purple sea of fire was inspired by his remaining spiritual power, and its power was less than half of its heyday.
Liang Yan deployed the "Empty Phase of All Dharmas" of Hunhun Kung Fu, and a golden light curtain surrounded him. Although the aura of the sea of fire was fierce, there was nothing he could do against this layer of Buddhist golden light. It only took a blink of an eye.
He had already reached a distance of less than a hundred feet in front of Mr. He.
"go!"
Liang Yan shouted low, pinched the magic formula in his hand, and a black sword lotus flew out from the Taixu gourd, whirled around in the air, and released hundreds of black sword energy, heading straight towards He Lao.
"And flying swords?!"
The expression on Old He's face changed drastically. He obviously didn't expect that the opponent also had a flying sword, and this sword was even more weird and unpredictable, actually carrying an aura of decay and death.
Liang Yan was not in a hurry to draw his sword at first, but relied on his "Empty Phase of All Laws" to protect his body. When he was within a hundred feet of He Lao, he suddenly used his second flying sword, just to catch him off guard.
, and cut this man directly under the sword.
At such a close distance, facing the hundreds of black lotus sword energy filled with the aura of death, He Lao was indeed unable to dodge. At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded from behind him:
"Retreat quickly and take action together!"
At the same time as the voice sounded behind him, there was a huge suction force. He Lao reacted instantly and hurriedly used this suction force to fly back.
At the same time, a giant black python dozens of feet long sprang out from behind him, blocking all the hundreds of black lotus sword energy that came from him.
Brush! Brush! Brush!
The black lotus sword energy fell like raindrops, slashing all over the giant python's body. The python's skin, which originally seemed indestructible, was chopped into bloody pieces under the rain of swords.
When the sword energy was exhausted, the giant python's body was already riddled with holes. However, the strange thing was that even so, there was no sign of pain in the python's pupils.
"Huh?"
Liang Yan let out a light sigh, and when he looked again the next moment, he found that there was a trace of mist coming out of the wound on the giant python. The mist became thicker and thicker, gradually covering the wound.
The originally bloody sword wound healed quickly under the nourishment of the mist. In less than a few breaths, and before the mist dissipated, the wound on the giant python was already healed seventy-seven times.
Eighty-eight.
At this time, Mr. He had been pulled back by someone's magical power. His original elegant image was gone, and there was still a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Standing side by side with him was the pockmarked old man who came with him. Both of them had serious expressions at this time, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Liang Yan.
Although Mr. He had just escaped from Liang Yan's sword, he was too distracted to save his life and had no time to use his magical powers, so he continued to imprison the Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword.
Just as Liang Yan's heart moved, the purple flying sword in mid-air erupted with an ear-splitting thunder, and then it galloped out of the "Fisher God's Net" and returned to his side in an instant.
Liang Yan held both swords in his hands without any fear in his heart. He was about to make another sword move when he suddenly felt a vague aura rushing towards him.
In just a blink of an eye, this breath came to his side, and then went straight into the Taixu gourd at his waist!
