After the immortal disappeared

There were exclamations all around.

However, there was no blood splattered or gut-wrenching scenes. When He Lingchuan saw He Yang's elbow raised, he did not retreat. Instead, he stooped forward and slashed forward with the sharp blade, almost cutting off his scalp and brushing off a few hairs.

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 of stars in front of his eyes, like countless needles coming towards him, and he immediately blocked them 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 machine to drive out more than 300 star nails at once, aiming to pierce the opponent. Head and face.

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 forearm on the ground and jumped forward like a leopard. Most of the officials present could not even catch his sight.

Outside the court, Qingyang supported his forehead with his hands and watched intently. He Xiao's ability must be good, otherwise he would not have been able to defeat Fan Sheng, the deputy commander of Tongxinwei. 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 spikes exploded as soon as they touched the shield, pushing him three or four feet away with his shield.

The space in the dance hall is limited, so if you push it like this, you 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 with eager eyes, 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 smoke and dust to predict the opponent's movements. After a few dings, the two of them hit blindly in the smoke, passing several moves in a row.

Hit faster and harder, hit harder.

Outsiders only hear the constant clanging sound, and occasionally see a few cold lights rolling through the smoke, like thunder wrapped in dark clouds.

Although He Yang is arrogant as a foreign minister, he is steady and steady in battle, with almost no flaws. Moreover, this man's real power was so cold that it perfectly matched the cold spring of Yuquan Palace, and his five-point ability was expanded to eight points. He Lingchuan felt waves of cold air coming from the sword's edge, making the sword heavier and heavier. Those with weaker cultivation might have their whole arm stiff.

He Yang has his own unique method of using the sickle. In addition to the regular cutting and gouging, he also often shakes and trembles, giving his 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. You can talk to people every time.

There was even a moment when the swords were clenched, and the blade of the sickle suddenly became longer, like a poisonous snake probing its teeth. If He Lingchuan hadn't 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 style, 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 quickly, his eyes would have been gouged out, not to mention his appearance.

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 also been staring at you, paying full attention to you."

He Lingchuan really wanted to slap the mirror, but if he couldn't help, he should stop talking, which would only increase the tension.

However, from the corner of his eye, he saw Qingyang sitting up straight, his eyes focused deeply, and his hands folded under his chin. Usually this action represents deep thinking.

The little smoke and dust just now couldn't block her sight at all. She didn't miss every detail of the fight between the two.

As soon as He Yang came up, he wanted to defeat 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 go off the beaten track. Qingyang has told him many times, but he knows that his nature is like this, and his fighting methods and temperament must be adapted in order to maximize his combat power.

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 cold, one could tell that this person had a high level of cultivation. Moreover, his combat skills are simple, sharp, and efficient. Although he tried hard to hide it, Qingyang could still tell that this kid was 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 fought more and more fiercely. The petals falling from the old pear tree were chased away before they could even fly over their heads. Only one piece of white petal fell between the two of them, and it obviously stopped in mid-air, and then it was torn into pieces!

The tiger claw attack was more fierce than the crane sickle, but He Lingchuan was used to it because its fighting style was similar to Axun's mantis hook, and it could also hook the claws and bounce forward.

These two strange magic weapons are worth at least 200,000 or 300,000 yuan in total. The children of the Qing Palace are indeed rich and powerful.

If Axun's weapon was not too special, He Lingchuan really wanted to take it out to fight He Yang. He practiced for a long time and had some experience.

Next, He Yang raised his hand and took out four or five more magic weapons, each of which had strange powers, and the whole field was full of rainbow light.

The officials outside the field were dazzled and exclaimed.

Although these were the subordinates of the king's enemy, such a compact and exciting battle was indeed the best gift of the whole field today.

Like other civil servants, Fan Shuang's eyesight could not see what happened at all. His heart almost got stuck in his throat, and he didn't realize that he had been holding his breath for a long time until he felt dizzy and his head was swollen.

Brother He, can Brother He still survive?

The Regent came prepared today. Did he give all his treasures to He Yang?

If it were two and a half years ago, He Lingchuan would not be able to survive more than two encounters if he met such an opponent who was both good at fighting and full of magic weapons.

The Soul Mirror shouted: "Hey, if you drag it on, maybe the old man Yao Wang will want to stop."

Yao Wang watched the fight from the table and saw that He Xiao was in danger. His fingers pressed on the armrest until they turned white. He Xiao was indeed a good fighter, but after all, he was a businessman. How could he be compared with the bloody leader of the Qingwei? If the fight continued, someone would die.

Yao Wang was not eager to love talents, but this game was equivalent to a contest between him and the Regent. If He Xiao lost and was killed, he would be severely humiliated by Qingyang at his birthday party.

How unpleasant that would be!

It was hard to suppress the advantage that Qingyang had gained in the early stage, so he couldn't let it go now.

He Lingchuan didn't take Jingzi's words to heart at all.

Yao Wang didn't care about his life or death, and calling a halt in advance was equivalent to admitting defeat to Qingyang in advance, how could he do it?

But Jingzi was right about one thing, it shouldn't be dragged on any longer. Qingyang was experienced and could see clues from any clues.

Thinking of this, He Lingchuan swept his long sword diagonally, and while He Yang was waving his claws to entangle him, he used a style of leaning against the mountain to knock him four feet away, and he also retreated a foot, and threw something on his head.

It was a seal as long as a little finger, square.

But it grew when it saw the wind.

So a big seal appeared right above He Yang's head, smashing down on his head, fast and fierce.

The Heaven-shaking Seal.

If someone has good eyesight, they can also find that there are several gaps at the bottom of the seal, and there are two cracks on the seal body.

This is the magic weapon that He Lingchuan picked up from the Ghost King's underground palace. After it was handed over to Songyang Mansion for renovation, several usable ones were rescued. This Heaven-turning Seal is one of them.

He Yang is not a pushover, but he felt that the light above his head was different, and he didn't waste time looking up. He just rolled vertically and turned two feet away.

With a loud "bang", even the cup on the table of King Yao trembled and spilled two drops of wine.

You should know that the dance hall opened the barrier during the imperial competition to protect the safety of King Yao and the audience. Only a small part of the vibration and attack in the field can be transmitted to the outside world.

There is a "small mountain" at the original location of He Yang, which is three feet high. The mountains and rivers are carved on the top of this Heaven-turning Seal. At this time, it is enlarged at the same proportion. It looks like an extra tall rockery. There is no problem hiding more than a dozen people.

The audience all exclaimed, and they didn't expect that magic weapons would appear frequently at the martial arts scene today. How many years have passed in this session?

It turns out that not only the state supervisor has treasures, but this island owner He also has good 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 is a lord who admires kindness, and it is said that there are countless treasures in his waters. This is probably one of them?

In any case, it's fun to watch the excitement today.

He Yang just dodged the pressure of the giant seal, and two cold lights shot out from the top of the seal, heading straight for his face.

Two sleeve arrows.

Another figure appeared on the "rockery".

He Xiao.

He Yang dodged and jumped up without saying a word. He is not used to being beaten passively.

There were jingling sounds on the rockery, and sparks flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the two fought four or five rounds.

This rockery is narrow and steep, with protruding rocks and sharp corners everywhere. He Yang is holding a sickle at this time, which is too inconvenient. He shook his hand and turned it into a short sickle. He stood on the rockery again, looking like a herbalist.

He Lingchuan held the Soul-Snatching Shield in his left hand and the Poisonous Fang Dagger "Zhu Erniang's Kiss" in his right hand, and each slash was aimed at his vital points.

He changed his weapons in time. There were narrow gaps everywhere, making it difficult to move, so every inch shorter was a dangerous inch.