After the immortal disappeared

He Yang's fighting method is quite tough, his cultivation is probably far above Xi Yunhe, and he carries a variety of magic weapons. Just like the four or five golden balls he threw out now, they turned into small monsters with sharp mouths more than one foot high, four wings on their backs, and a mouth full of sharp teeth before they landed.

They are not afraid of the energy, and as soon as they come out, they rush to He Lingchuan's waist and heels.

Now the two of them are fighting in the "flowing clouds" carved on the rockery. The patterns are complicated and convex, and He Yang is attacking in front. How can He Lingchuan take care of his back?

But he is not panicked at all, and he slaps the sky-turning seal with force.

The big seal under his feet flipped up by itself, seven feet off the ground, and hit the ground heavily again!

The golden monsters suffered from their small size, and they were shaken and trembled, and they all trembled with double images. He Lingchuan threw a net bag back and caught them all like dragonflies.

These moves seemed to be tricks, and had nothing to do with combat skills, but they made everyone watch without blinking, fearing that they would miss the exciting content.

The difficulty of He Lingchuan's battle with He Yang today was that he could not use the combat methods and magical powers that "Nine Nether Emperor" had used in public. For example, the clone technique and karma smoke miasma, such as Yuanli, and he could not release the small flame beast squatting on the shoulder.

Even the combat skills and habitual movements could not be like the Nine Nether Emperor. This place is in the public eye, and I don't know how many people will analyze this battle carefully afterwards.

Not to mention, Qingyang was watching the whole process on the side!

Fortunately, He Lingchuan came prepared today.

He Yang was also shaken by the sudden earthquake of the Heaven-Flipping Seal, and there was only a crack in the stone without a road under his feet. This step was empty, and he subconsciously pressed the mountain wall beside him.

He also heard Qingyang's voice in his ears:

"Get down."

Standing on the opponent's magic weapon and fighting with the opponent, what was this stupid kid thinking?

In such a pause, He Lingchuan's poisonous fang knife had reached He Yang's chest.

Seeing that there was no escape, He Yang crashed into the mountain wall, turned into a red smoke, and slid a foot away along the rocks before revealing his figure again.

With a light "ding" sound, He Lingchuan's short knife hit the stone wall, sparks flew everywhere.

He Yang finally caught the opportunity when he missed, and the angle was just right, so the sickle swung lightly and became longer again, and chiseled down at the back of his head!

This blow was really powerful enough to split mountains and rivers.

He Lingchuan didn't look up, and was about to be split in half. The big stone on the Fantian Seal suddenly rolled down and blocked the front of the sickle.

With a muffled sound, the big stone broke into pieces, but the power of this blow was also removed.

... Tsk.

I should have listened to the palace master and got down earlier.

Just as He Yang was about to jump to the ground, He Lingchuan rushed over like a meteor and hit him head-on.

The subjects outside the field all exclaimed "Ah", it was so exciting!

However, at the critical moment, He Yang raised his shield to block, and his opponent hit the shield.

He Lingchuan suddenly turned his wrist, and a beam of light hit He Yang's eyes.

That was the reflection of the soul-catching mirror, which had the ability to capture people's hearts.

He Yang had no Yuanli here, and he felt that the golden light in front of his eyes was jumping around and his mind was confused. Fortunately, he had a strong will, and the characteristics of the soul-catching mirror could only take effect on him for less than a second.

Seizing this opportunity, He Lingchuan hit him hard on the forehead with a head club!

There was a dull sound, which was audible.

While He Yang was knocked back, He Lingchuan turned up the short knife in his right hand, stabbed it through the gap of the shield, and stabbed it fiercely into his ribs!

He Yang roared in pain.

This Tianfan Seal has no other problems, but it consumes too much energy. It consumes four fist-sized yellow crystals in a quarter of an hour of summoning! He Lingchuan is reluctant to use it at ordinary times, but it is just right to use it against He Yang tonight.

On the day of the foundation laying ceremony of Youhu Villa, Wanqi Liang and the other two went to test He Yang's skills. He Lingchuan found that although He Yang was strong, he had a problem that was not a weakness:

lack of battlefield experience.

The battlefield changes rapidly, and all kinds of strange things will happen. Those who can survive more than ten battles are old hands, and they are all as cunning as ghosts.

He Yang is the same as Fan Sheng in the past, but he lacks this experience, and his ability to respond on the spot is far inferior to He Lingchuan.

This Fantianyin Mountain is the last stage he prepared for He Yang.

At this moment, the soul-capturing mirror suddenly shouted:

"Take him around!"

It can see all directions, and it is a rare helper for He Lingchuan.

At some point, a small golden monster flew over the Fantianyin, which is behind and above He Lingchuan, and took the opportunity to raise a round mirror to face him.

The diameter of the mirror is less than half a foot, and it looks like a dressing mirror for girls in the hand, small and round. The mirror decoration was an unknown monster, with its mouth open and roaring.

The mirror flashed, and He Lingchuan was framed in the middle.

Aiming!

Correspondingly, a bright light circle appeared on the ground, encircling He Lingchuan and He Yang.

Then, the golden monster stretched out its claws without hesitation and smashed the mirror!

The fragile mirror was instantly shattered.

The ground reflected by the small round mirror also made a buzzing sound, like leather tearing. Then, cracks appeared on the ground one after another!

The position and shape of these cracks were exactly the same as the cracks on the small round mirror, but they were magnified several times.

Very deep, each one was as wide as an arm.

Even the Yao Wang who was watching the show on the dance floor changed his face. The palace guards rushed to the front and protected it with their bodies.

There was a barrier on the edge of the dance floor, but the characteristics of this magic weapon did not seem to be limited by the range of the barrier. If it was used against the audience, it would probably be a mass death and injury.

Anyone with a bit of eyesight could see that when the small round mirror cracked, it also tore apart the things reflected on the ground, and even cracked the ground three feet deep!

The mirror came from the old collection of the Qing Palace, and was a one-time treasure that Qingyang gave to He Yang the day before. The magical power attached to it is called "One loss, all losses"!

This magical power borrowed from some divine arts and used the power of collapse. It was basically impossible to defend against it, and those who were hit would be seriously injured if not dead.

He Lingchuan couldn't escape it either, not to mention that he had his back to the golden monster.

But he didn't fall apart as the Qing Palace guards expected, because at the moment when the monster smashed the mirror, He Lingchuan took a wrong step and turned around with He Yang!

This time, He Yang turned his back to the mirror light.

The power of collapse hit him hard.

"No——" Qingyang slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

The solid red sandalwood table snapped into several pieces, and the old pear blossoms above her and King Yao's heads slid with a loud bang, and the huge tree crown trembled, as if being grabbed by a giant and shaken fiercely.

Under the impact of Qingyang's anger, dozens of branches fell at the sound, and the flower buds on them were still stained with water droplets, but they had no chance to bloom again.

Pear blossoms with rain.

The guards around King Yao were as if they were facing a great enemy.

Qingyang stretched out half of his left hand, then clenched his fist tightly, forcibly suppressing the urge to attack.

It was too late.

Chongwu, Qu Ruhai and others at the table also stood up subconsciously, staring intently.