Chapter 1491: An Expensive Battle

However, there was no blood splashing at the scene, nor was there any broken belly or intestines. He He Lingchuan saw He Yang's elbow lift, did not retreat, but lowered his body and lunged forward. The cold blade aura almost scraped his scalp and went out, brushing off a few hairs.

He had seen General Hong use this wicked move several times, and he had also tried it once or twice when using General Hong's Yinglong Spear in the Great Fang Hu world. Seeing He Yang's unusual movement, he became vigilant.

He also hit a cold light at the same time. The He Yang opposite saw stars and dots in front of his eyes, like countless needle rays shooting at him, and immediately held up his shield to block.

What He He Lingchuan used was the "Starlight Nail" purchased from the casting master Ling Donglai. The principle is similar to the pear blossom needle in the rain, and it is also a light press on the mechanism to hit more than three hundred star nails at once, trying to pierce the opponent's head and face.

Just such a small thing costs three hundred taels of silver (300,000 coins).

Yes, he originally despised this kind of wasteful behavior, but today he decided to change a way of fighting.

He He Lingchuan did not lie down, supported his forearm on the ground, and rushed forward like a leopard. Most of the officials at the scene couldn't even capture his figure.

Qingyang on the side of the field supported her chin, watching intently. He Xiao's ability should be good, otherwise he couldn't have defeated Fan Sheng, the deputy commander of the Tongxin Guard, in the Chiyan Nation. 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 nails exploded one after another as soon as they touched the shield surface, pushing him and the shield out three or four zhang.

The performance stage is limited in space, so such a push pushed him directly to the wall.

Thick smoke rolled.

This smoke was also mixed with materials. Those who were hit were dizzy, their five senses were confused, and their movements and reactions were at least half a beat slow.

If it weren't for the barrier set up in the field, this smoke could have drifted to the audience.

He He Lingchuan rushed in without a sound.

The soul-absorbing mirror shouted: "Take the opportunity to kill him!"

Taking advantage of the rolling smoke and no one seeing clearly, the master should use all his strength to knock this fellow surnamed He down in one fell swoop.

He He Lingchuan ignored it.

He Yang is not the point, Qingyang on the side of the field is staring at him, he still has to be careful.

He Yang's long sickle shrank, the same size as the sickle used by farmers, and the cutting and chiseling were extremely sharp, but every attack was silent, which was very advantageous in an environment where eyes couldn't see.

He He Lingchuan could only predict the opponent's movements based on the disturbance of the smoke and dust. Ding-ding a few times, the two fought blindly in the smoke, and fought a dozen moves in a row.

The more they fought, the faster and fiercer they became.

Outsiders only heard the sound of clanking, and occasionally saw a few cold lights rolling in the smoke, like thunder wrapped in dark clouds.

Although He Yang was wild and arrogant, he was steady and steady in the battle, with almost no flaws. And this person's true power was cold to the bone, which happened to complement the cold spring of Yuquan Palace, expanding five points of ability into eight points. He He Lingchuan felt that the cold air was transmitted from the sword edge, making the long knife heavier and heavier. Those with weak cultivation would probably have their whole arm stiff.

He Yang used the sickle edge, and had a unique technique. In addition to the conventional cutting and chiseling, he also often shook and trembled, giving the opponent the feeling of a poisonous snake staring at the target, very good at entanglement, and I don't know when he could bite someone.

There was even a time when the weapons were twisted, and the sickle edge suddenly became longer, like a poisonous snake probing its teeth. If He He Lingchuan hadn't retracted his hand quickly, the tiger's mouth would have been pierced with a blood hole.

In just a dozen breaths, He He Lingchuan was about to be familiar with the fighting method of this long sickle, and he had to provoke him in his mouth: "He Commander has a good sickle, he should really go to the field to help during the autumn harvest."

He Yang sneered: "Before opening the field, use your head to sacrifice to heaven!"

He shook his hand, and five cold lights rushed out, stabbing at He He Lingchuan's eye sockets.

At this moment, he actually put away the crane-beak sickle and held out the tiger claw! If He He Lingchuan hadn't shrunk his head quickly, let alone breaking his appearance, his eyeballs would have been gouged out.

The mirror chattered: "This guy is not easy to fight, not easy to fight!"

He He Lingchuan has many wicked moves, but it is not easy to fight in front of everyone.

"That old woman is also staring at you, fully focused."

He He Lingchuan really wanted to slap the mirror. If you can't help, don't talk too much, it just increases the tense atmosphere.

However, he saw from the corner of his eye that Qingyang was indeed sitting upright, her eyes deeply focused, and her hands crossed under her chin. Usually, this action represents deep thinking.

Those little smoke and dust couldn't block her sight at all. She didn't miss every detail of the two's battle.

He Yang tried to take down his opponent with a force of ten thousand jun as soon as he came up, and severely shocked the Yao King, but He Xiao was at ease and didn't look panicked.

He Yang was taught by her, and always liked to take a different path. Qingyang had told him many times, but she knew that his nature was like this, and the fighting method and temperament had to be matched to exert the greatest combat power.

But even at the beginning, He Xiao didn't suffer. Did he understand He Yang's fighting method, or did he adapt to circumstances based on his keen spiritual sense?

If it's the latter, this person is truly amazing.

Just looking at his calm expression in He Yang's attack, not being invaded by cold air, he knew that this person had deep cultivation. Moreover, his combat skills were simple, sharp, and efficient. Although he tried hard to cover up, Qingyang could still judge that this kid had been on the battlefield for a long time! Killing techniques never need fancy tricks.

At the beginning, where did Shuangye find such a person?

The smoke and dust in the field dissipated, and the battle between He He Lingchuan and He Yang could be seen by everyone.

The two of them were also fighting more and more fiercely. The flower petals falling from the old pear tree couldn't float to the top of their heads before being driven away. Only a piece of falling white fell between the two, and it was obviously stagnant in the air, and then it was shattered! The tiger claw attack was more fierce than the crane sickle, but He He Lingchuan was used to it, because its fighting method was similar to A Xun's mantis hook, and it could also hook the claw forward.

These two strange magic weapons add up to at least 200,000 to 300,000, and the Qing Palace disciples are indeed rich.

If it weren't for A Xun's weapon being too special, He He Lingchuan really wanted to take it out and have a move with He Yang. He had practiced for a long time and had some insights.

Next, He Yang raised his hand and threw four or five magic weapons, each with strange abilities, and rainbow lights flew everywhere in the field.

The officials outside the field were dazzled and exclaimed.

Although this is a gift for the monarch's opponent, such a compact and wonderful battle is the best gift of the day.

Like other civil officials, Fan Shuang couldn't see what happened at all. His heart was almost stuck in his throat, and he didn't realize that he had held his breath for a long time until he was dizzy.

Brother He, Brother He, can he still live? Regent Qingyang came prepared today, did she give all her treasures to He Yang? Two and a half years ago, if He He Lingchuan encountered such an opponent who could fight and was full of magic weapons, he probably wouldn't have lasted two rounds.

The mirror shouted: "Hey, hey, if you drag it on, maybe the Yao King will want to call a stop."

The Yao King watched the battle from the seat, seeing He Xiao in danger, his fingers pressing on the armrest until they turned white. He Xiao is indeed capable of fighting, but after all, he is a merchant. How can he be compared with the Qing guard head who licks blood on the edge of the knife? If he continues to fight, someone will die.

The Yao King is not cherishing talent, but this game is equivalent to the contest between him and the regent. If He Xiao is defeated and killed, he will be severely shaved by Qingyang at his own birthday ceremony.

That would be so uncomfortable! The advantage he finally gained by suppressing Qingyang a few days ago cannot be dissipated at this time.

The mirror's words, He He Lingchuan didn't take them to heart at all.

The Yao King doesn't care about his life or death, and besides, calling a stop in advance is equivalent to admitting defeat to Qingyang in advance. How can he do that?

However, the mirror was right about one thing, it shouldn't be dragged on any longer. Qingyang is experienced, and she can see clues from any trace.

Thinking of this, He He Lingchuan swept his long knife, took advantage of He Yang's swing and entanglement, hit him away with a "leaning mountain swing", retreated a zhang himself, and threw something at the opponent's head.

That is a seal as long as a little finger, square.

But it grew with the wind.

So there was a big seal directly above He Yang's head, smashing down, fast and fierce.

Flipping Heaven Seal.

If someone had good eyesight, they could find a few gaps at the bottom of the seal, and two cracks on the seal body.

This is a magic weapon He He Lingchuan picked up from the Ghost King's underground palace. After being repaired by Songyang Mansion, a few usable ones were rescued. This Flipping Heaven Seal is one of them.

He Yang is not a vegetarian either, but felt that the light above his head was different, and didn't waste time looking up, directly rolling, rolling out two zhang away.

With a loud bang, even the cup on the Yao King's table trembled, rippling two drops of wine.

You know, the performance stage opened a barrier during the imperial martial arts link to protect the safety of the Yao King and the audience. The vibration and attack in the field only transmitted a small part to the outside world.

There was an extra "small mountain" at the position where He Yang was originally, with a height of three zhang. The top of the Flipping Heaven Seal was carved with mountains and rivers. At this time, it was enlarged in the same proportion, looking like an extra tall rockery, and there was no problem at all in hiding more than a dozen people.

The audience all exclaimed, didn't expect that there would be magic weapons flying everywhere in the martial arts scene today. This session is better than how many years in the past? It turns out that not only the regent has treasures, but this Island Master He also has treasures at the bottom of the box?

Regardless, the fun was comfortable today.

He Yang just dodged the giant seal pressing down, and two cold lights shot from the top of the seal, straight to his face.

Two sleeve arrows.

Another figure appeared on the "rockery".

He Xiao.

He Yang dodged, and jumped to the ground without a sound. He didn't have the habit of being beaten passively.

Just saw clanking sounds on the rockery, sparks splashing. In the blink of an eye, the two fought four or five rounds again.

This rockery is narrow and steep, with protruding mountain rocks and sharp corners everywhere. He Yang is holding a crane-beak sickle, which is not convenient at all. He shook his hand and it turned into a short sickle, standing on the rockery again, looking like a medicine picker.

He He Lingchuan held the soul-absorbing shield in his left hand, and the poisonous tooth short knife "Zhu Niang's Kiss" in his right hand, and every knife did not leave his upper, middle, and lower vital points.

He changed weapons in time. There are narrow slits everywhere, and it is not easy to move, so one inch short and one inch dangerous. ===== CHAPTER 1492 =====

He changed his weapon in time. There were narrow gaps everywhere here, making it difficult to maneuver, so every inch of length meant an inch of danger.