Four hundred and fiftieth chapters three-color sword
A soft breath bloomed from Huang Fengjian.
Although soft, it gives people a feeling of being able to overcome all things.
Soft yet strong, hard and soft at the same time, indestructible.
The old man surnamed Luo released his hands, and the Qingfeng Sword and Chifeng Sword immediately floated in the air, forming a Z-shaped structure with the Huangfeng Sword.
Between the three swords, there are faint threads of light connecting each other. Although they do not touch each other, they seem to be a whole.
The old man surnamed Luo looked serious and stretched out his hand to make the secret.
Immediately, all the mana from his body poured out crazily, and as the spell was played, it was all poured into the three swords.
The three swords shook and immediately burst into dazzling light.
Blue light, red light, yellow light...
The three different colors of light first flashed separately, then merged with each other, and finally merged into one.
Immediately, an astonishing power emerged from the fused light, and then quickly spread outward.
The thunderous hand seals and sky-splitting sharp edges that filled the sky froze for an instant when they encountered this power, and then exploded like fireworks.
The blue sky appears again.
Chen Hao was surprised. He thought that with the thunder hand seal and the sky-splitting edge, he would be able to trap and kill the old man named Luo, but he did not expect that the other party would break through so quickly.
Immediately, his eyes shrank: "Three swords?"
Unexpectedly, in addition to the green sword and the red sword, the old man named Luo also had a yellow sword.
Damn, how many swords does this old boy have?
Wouldn't it be seven handles?
The old man surnamed Luo had a ferocious look on his face: "You were so impressive just now, but now I will let you die under my three-color sharp sword!"
He stretched out his hand and pushed, shouting: "Go!"
In an instant, the three glyph-shaped swords shot towards Chen Hao.
While firing, the three swords were spinning rapidly, like a nebula, and their power became stronger and stronger as they advanced.
The surrounding air was swirled and rotated, turning into huge vortices visible to the naked eye.
Chen Hao's expression changed.
Before the three-color sword arrived, he could already feel the overwhelming terrifying power.
"Thunder Hand Seal!"
Chen Hao immediately flew backwards in the air and shot continuously with both palms at the same time.
Boom boom boom...
The big thunder handprints appeared one after another, like a queue, facing the three-color sword.
The three-color sharp sword moved forward in an unparalleled manner, with unparalleled power of rotation, and plunged into the palm of the first thunder handprint.
The thunder handprint instantly turned into a mess of lightning and dissipated out of thin air.
The three-color sword was not affected in any way and continued to shoot forward.
The second thunder handprint dissipated.
The third way, the fourth way, the fifth way...
In the blink of an eye, the dozens of thunder handprints shot by Chen Hao were all destroyed. Not only could they not withstand the three-color sword, but the speed of the three-color sword did not slow down at all.
But the face of the old man named Luo was slightly pale.
The Thunder Mahamudra did not have any impact, but it consumed his mana.
Chen Hao frowned, used Xuan Yu's thousand-changing movement technique to accelerate back, and then released a sky-splitting edge.
But the three-color sword suddenly glowed brightly, and after the sky-splitting edge submerged, it disappeared silently like a mud cow entering the sea.
Edge and sword radiance are similar magical powers and naturally cancel each other out.
Chen Hao frowned and used the Ziyang Thunder Sound Fist again.
A series of terrifying fist lights, like the purple sun, fell from the sky, carrying thunderous sounds, and hit the three-color sword hard.
The light of the sword swayed sharply like a flame in the strong wind, offsetting the power of the fist light.
The old man surnamed Luo kept pouring mana, his face became paler, and he secretly complained in his heart.
How many magical powers does this kid have?
Why are every magical power so powerful?
If it weren't for the magic weapon and the magical power alone, he would not be Chen Hao's opponent at all.
And if this continues, his mana will soon be exhausted.
Fortunately, the speed of the three-color sword has not slowed down. Even if Chen Hao uses his movements, the distance is still getting closer.
After using the Ziyang Thunder Sound Fist, Chen Hao did not use any other magical powers.
The old man surnamed Luo was overjoyed: "Boy, you have finally run out of tricks!"
He violently activated the three-color sword and pursued Chen Hao.
No matter what, Chen Hao must be killed, otherwise Chen Hao is so young and has a high possibility of breaking through the foundation building in the future. If he seeks revenge again, he will only die.
Chen Hao's face was calm. He actually still had the forbidden magic power that he had not used. However, since the previous magical powers could not contain the three-color sword, there was no point in using the forbidden power. There was no need to consume any more mana.
It seems that I can't defeat this old boy with my magical powers alone.
Thinking of this, Chen Hao had a thought in his mind.
Whoosh!
The silver shuttle immediately shot out from his body, turning into a ball of bright silver light and shooting towards the three-color sword.
The old man surnamed Luo was shocked.
Chen Hao never used the magic weapon, and he thought Chen Hao didn't have it.
boom!
The front of the silver shuttle collided hard with the three-color sharp sword, making a loud noise.
The next moment, the silver shuttle shot back, became dim, and sank directly into Chen Hao's body.
The three-color sword stopped for the first time, the rotation also stopped, and the fused light changed into three different colors again.
However, as the old man surnamed Luo poured in his magic power, the light merged again, and the three-color sword restarted and continued to kill Chen Hao.
The old man surnamed Luo saw that Yinsuo suffered a big loss in the collision with the three-color sword. He was determined and sneered: "It seems that your magic weapon is very weak. No wonder it has not been used before."
Chen Hao couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Yinsuo, Yinsuo, no matter what, you are the first magic weapon I refine. Why are you so weak? I haven't done anything with Luo Zhenfan's flying sword. I can do it with his grandfather's flying sword."
I’ve never done it before, I’m so disappointed!”
The silver shuttle buzzed and vibrated in his body for a few times, and he seemed to respond aggrievedly: "I'm not weak at all. Luo Zhenfan's flying sword absorbed the essence and blood of hundreds of people and became several times stronger. I can fight almost as well."
It’s already amazing. As for his grandfather’s magic weapon, it has three flying swords, not just one. It’s hard for a good man to beat with four hands with just two fists. What’s more, it’s strange that I can defeat one against three.”
Chen Hao thought the same thing. Although he lost the magic weapon against Yinsuo twice, it can't be said that Yinsuo is not good. It can only be said that it is more unlucky to catch up.
The old man surnamed Luo shouted: "Boy, do you have any other means? If not, you will die."
Chen Hao sneered: "I, Ye Liangchen, have at least a hundred ways to make it impossible for you to survive, but you are helpless."
The old man surnamed Luo said: "Your name is Ye Liangchen?"
Chen Haodao: "My name is Zhao Ritian!"
The old man surnamed Luo: "..."
With a thought in Chen Hao's mind, the Nine-turn Exquisite Tower flew out of his body with a swish sound.
The old man surnamed Luo sneered: "What kind of magic weapon is this?"
Chen Hao shouted: "Nine-turn Exquisite Tower, this old immortal dares to ridicule you as a weakling, let me kill him!"
As if the Nine-turn Exquisite Tower understood what he was saying, it burst out with unrivaled light angrily and slammed into the three-color sword.