Chen Hao looked solemn, pushed his hands forward, and the white clouds floated towards Qinglong and Baihu.
Qinglong and White Tiger waved their claws and grabbed Baiyun hard.
Not only did the white clouds not suck the two of them in, but they were instantly smashed into pieces, turned into little bits of mist, and dissipated.
Mo Tianwang said in a ferocious voice: "Baiyun Sanshou is just an insignificant magical power of mine. You want to counterattack me with your poor imitation? You are overestimating your own capabilities!"
As they spoke, Qinglong and White Tiger had already rushed forward. Their huge dragon claws and tiger claws were swung up like they were covering the sky, and they crossed and grabbed Chen Hao fiercely.
"Purple Yang Thunder Sound Fist!"
Chen Hao shouted loudly, raised his fists, and struck out hard.
Rumble…
Amid the thunderous explosions, extremely intense purple light bloomed. In the deepest part of the light, rounds of purple suns rose slowly, facing the Green Dragon and White Tiger with unparalleled power.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dragon claws and tiger claws grabbed hard, and in just a moment, several rounds of purple suns were caught and exploded.
The purple light after the explosion was like a wave, rushing crazily in all directions.
Immediately, more purple suns rose and slammed into the dragon claws and tiger claws.
Although the dragon claws and tiger claws were strong, they could not withstand the purple sun too much, and they were gradually engulfed by the purple light.
Mo Tianwang's expression didn't change at all, and he sneered: "My magical powers are pretty good, but it's a pity that your level is too low and you can't display your power at all."
He strode closer and continued to punch out his fists in turn: "Let you see what real power is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of dragons and tigers resounded throughout the sky.
One after another, blue dragons and white tigers appeared from the light of his fist and rushed towards Chen Hao.
These green dragons and white tigers are smaller than the first two, but their movements are very agile and flexible, just like real dragons and tigers, flying and hovering in the air, vividly.
In comparison, Ziyang is not only slow, but also far less sensitive.
The green dragon and the white tiger either slapped with their claws, swooped into each other, or swept with their tails, easily knocking Zi Yang apart.
Chen Hao's pupils shrank.
He could feel that Qinglong and White Tiger were not stronger than Ziyang. The reason why they were able to defeat Ziyang was because Mo Tianwang's understanding and control of magical powers far exceeded his.
It's like playing King of Glory. With the same hero and the same strength, Bronze is naturally inferior to King of Glory.
"But I also have the memory inheritance of the master, and I have the realm of a peak cultivator in the late Mahayana period. My experience and knowledge are definitely no worse than this mysterious power. Why can't I beat him?"
Chen Hao thought unwillingly.
At this time, Qinglong and White Tiger had already swept away Ziyang and charged towards him fiercely.
Chen Hao had no choice but to retreat, and with a thought, he summoned Huangfeng Sword, Chifeng Sword and Qingfeng Sword.
He had used all his magical powers and still couldn't stop Mo Tianwang, so he had to use magic weapons.
The three-color swords instantly formed a Z-shaped sword array, spinning and emitting thousands of sword lights.
The green dragon and white tiger that rushed over were stirred by the sword light, froze on the spot, and then exploded one after another.
Mo Tianwang said calmly: "If you don't have magical powers, just use magic weapons. It seems that you are at the end of your rope."
He stretched out his hand, and with a flash of light, the oil-paper umbrella reappeared in his hand and opened automatically.
Mo Tianwang turned the oil-paper umbrella with his left hand, and immediately, disk-shaped yellow lights flew out from the umbrella and disappeared into the rotating light of the three-color sword.
The rotation of the three-color sword suddenly became sluggish, as if it was pinned by something, and the sword light quickly weakened and became less.
At the same time, Mo Tianwang still clenched his right hand and punched out, constantly sending out green dragons and white tigers, the number of which was only much more than before.
Obviously, he didn't use all his strength before.
Chen Hao's magic power surged out and was completely absorbed into the three-color sword.
Chen Hao could tell that the quality of the oil-paper umbrella was equivalent to that of a sharp sword, and there was no way it could withstand three-color sharp swords.
Magical power is no opponent, magic weapon is his last resort.
However, under his full force, the rotation of the three-color sword only accelerated slightly, and the power of the sword light was far from the desired level.
what happened?
Chen Hao was shocked and angry.
As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Mo Tianwang smiled sarcastically: "Do you think the higher the quality and the greater the quantity of the magic weapon, the more powerful it is? You are really ignorant to the extreme. You are not proficient in handling these swords, and they have many flaws. Maybe
Facing rubbish monks at the same level as you, you will have the upper hand, but facing me, haha, you are a target!"
As he spoke, he suddenly put away his oil-paper umbrella with his left hand and pointed forward.
A ray of yellow light emitted from the tip of the umbrella and instantly submerged into the center of rotation of the three-color sword.
Chen Hao's expression changed drastically.
The oil-paper umbrella's attack was exactly the weakest point in his control of the three-color sword, and it was absolutely accurate.
The three-color sword immediately stopped rotating, and the connected light disappeared, then disintegrated and reflected back into Chen Hao's body.
A large number of blue dragons and white tigers just happened to pounce in front of them.
Chen Hao roared angrily, tried his best to shoot several big thunder hand seals, and at the same time retreated sharply.
The green dragon and the white tiger were blocked within a hair's breadth, but there was still a green dragon that swung its tail and struck Chen Hao hard on his lower abdomen.
Chen Hao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew away.
Mo Tianwang put away his oil-paper umbrella: "Junior, what other trump cards do you have? If you don't have any, just suffer death."
Chen Hao stabilized his body and used his magic power to heal his injuries, his heart flashing with lightning.
Although he still has the Nine-turn Linglong Tower as his trump card, the mysterious power of Seizing Shemo Tianwang is so powerful that even if he uses it, he probably won't be able to defeat him.
Are you going to die here today?
"No!"
Chen Hao made a stubborn and unconvinced voice from the bottom of his heart.
"This mysterious power has taken away the body of Fellow Daoist Shemo. At best, it can only exert its strength in the late stage of Qi refining, and it is no better than me."
"The reason why I can't beat him is because his level is higher than mine, and his combat power and ability to control magic weapons are far better than mine."
"But the master's realm must be higher than him. I have inherited the master's memory, but my combat power and magic weapon control level are not much better than those in the late stage of ordinary Qi refining. This is wrong. There must be something I haven't realized yet."
…
Thinking of this, Chen Hao forced himself to calm down, entered Tian Chenzi's memory, and searched hard.
Suddenly, an old and kind voice sounded in his mind: "Chen Hao, although you have received my memory inheritance, you only regard it as a private treasure house and take it from it when needed, but you have never seriously understood it.
Of course it cannot be turned into real power."
"Master..."
Chen Hao was suddenly surprised and happy.
This voice is none other than Tian Chenzi.
However, Chen Hao knew that this was not the real Tian Chenzi, but the voice that Tian Chenzi's memory automatically manifested after sensing his predicament.
Just like when he was confused about his relationship with Du Xueqing a long time ago, Tian Chenzi's memory also manifested a voice to wake him up.