Chapter 1492

He Yang's fighting style is quite tough, and his cultivation is probably far above Xi Yunhe, and he has a variety of magic weapons with him. Just like the four or five golden small balls he threw out now, they turned into sharp-mouthed little monsters more than a foot tall, with four wings on their backs and sharp teeth in their mouths before they landed. They were not afraid of gang energy, and as soon as they came out, they rushed to He Lingchuan's lower back and heels.

Now the battle between the two is stuck in the "flowing clouds" carved on the rockery, the patterns are complex and protruding, and He Yang is attacking in front, so how can He Lingchuan take care of his back? But he was not panicked at all, and patted the Heaven-Turning Seal hard.

The big seal under his feet turned over by itself, left the ground seven chi, and smashed heavily to the ground again!

Those few golden monsters suffered from their small size and were shaken for a while, all shaking out shadows. He Lingchuan threw out a net behind him, catching them all in one net like dragonflies.

These few moves seemed to be taking advantage, and had nothing to do with fighting skills, but they made everyone watch without blinking, for fear of missing the wonderful content.

The difficulty of He Lingchuan's battle with He Yang tonight lies in the fact that he cannot display the combat methods and supernatural powers he used when he was the "Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds" in public. For example, the clone technique and karma smoke, for example, meta-power, and even more so, he cannot release the little flame beast squatting on his shoulder.

Even the combat techniques and habitual movements cannot be like the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds. Here, under the eyes of everyone, I don't know how many people will carefully analyze this battle afterwards.

Not to mention, Qingyang is watching the whole process from the side! Fortunately, He Lingchuan was also prepared tonight.

He Yang was also shaken by the Heaven-Turning Seal without warning, and there was no road under his feet, only stone slits. This foot stepped into the air, and he subconsciously pressed against the mountain wall beside him.

He heard Qingyang's voice in his ears:

"Get down."

Fighting with the opponent on the opponent's magic weapon, what is this silly child thinking?

Just this pause, He Lingchuan's poisonous tooth knife had reached He Yang's chest.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, He Yang bumped into the mountain wall, turned into a red smoke, slipped a zhang away along the mountain stone, and then revealed his figure.

With a light sound of "ding," He Lingchuan's short knife slashed on the stone wall, and sparks flew.

He Yang finally grabbed the opportunity of his miss, the angle was just right, so the sickle blade shook and lengthened again, and he chiseled at the back of his head! This blow had the momentum of splitting mountains and rivers.

He Lingchuan didn't look up. Seeing that he was about to be split in two, the big stone on the Heaven-Turning Seal suddenly rolled down, just blocking the front of the sickle edge.

With a muffled sound, the big stone shattered, but the power of this blow was also unloaded.

... Tsk.

Should have listened to the Palace Master and got down early.

He Yang just wanted to jump to the ground, but He Lingchuan rushed over like a meteor and bumped into him.

The officials outside the field all exclaimed, "Ah," satisfying!

However, at the critical moment, He Yang held out his shield to block, and the opponent bumped into the shield surface.

He Lingchuan suddenly twisted his wrist and hit He Yang's eyes with a light.

That was the reflection of the Soul-Sucking Mirror, which has the ability to capture souls.

He Yang had no meta-power here, and felt his eyes full of golden light and his brain in chaos. Fortunately, he was determined, and the characteristics of the Soul-Sucking Mirror could only be effective for less than a second on him.

Grabbing this gap, He Lingchuan hit him on the forehead with a head butt!

With a muffled sound of "du," it made people's teeth ache.

Taking advantage of He Yang being bumped back, He Lingchuan's right hand short knife lifted, stabbed into the shield gap, and stabbed fiercely into his ribs! He Yang roared in pain.

This Heaven-Turning Seal has no other problems, except that it consumes too much energy. Summoning it for a quarter of an hour requires four yellow mysterious crystals the size of a fist! He Lingchuan usually can't bear to use it, but it was just right to deal with He Yang tonight.

On the day of the foundation of Youhu Villa, when Wanqi Liang and the three went to test He Yang's skills, He Lingchuan found that although He Yang was strong, he had a problem that couldn't be called a weakness: lack of battlefield experience.

The battlefield changes rapidly, and all kinds of strange things will happen. Those who can survive after fighting a dozen battles are all old oilers, each of them as cunning as a ghost.

He Yang and Fan Sheng of the year are the same, just lacking this experience, and his on-the-spot adaptability is far inferior to He Lingchuan.

This Heaven-Turning Seal mountain is the final stage he prepared for He Yang.

Just then, the Soul-Sucking Mirror suddenly screamed: "Take him to turn around!"

It can observe the six directions, and it is a rare helper for He Lingchuan.

I don't know when, a golden little monster flew above the Heaven-Turning Seal, that is, behind and above He Lingchuan, taking the opportunity to hold a round mirror high and aim it at him.

The mirror is less than half a foot in diameter, held in the hand like a girl's vanity mirror, small and round. The mirror decoration is an unknown monster, roaring with its mouth open.

The mirror light flashed, and He Lingchuan had been framed in the center.

Aimed! Correspondingly, there was also a bright circle of light on the ground, circling He Lingchuan and He Yang in the center.

Immediately after, the golden little monster smashed the mirror surface without hesitation with its claws! The fragile mirror surface was shattered into pieces.

The ground illuminated by the small round mirror also made a buzzing sound, like leather tearing. Immediately after, this piece of ground also appeared one after another cracks! The position and shape of these cracks were exactly the same as the cracks on the mirror surface of the small round mirror, only scaled up several times.

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

Even King Yao, who was watching the show on the dance stage, changed his face. The palace guards rushed to the front, protecting him with their bodies.

There is a barrier on the side of the dance stage, but the characteristics of this magic weapon seem to be unaffected by the scope of the barrier. If it is used to deal with the audience, it is probably a group death and injury.

Those with sharp eyes can see that when the small round mirror cracked, it also tore the things seen on the ground, and even cracked three feet into the ground! The mirror came from the old collection of the Qinggong, and it was a one-time treasure that Qingyang gave to He Yang the day before. The supernatural power attached to it is called "One Loss, All Loss"! This supernatural power draws on part of divine art, using the power of collapse, basically impossible to defend, and those who are hit will die or be seriously injured.

He Lingchuan couldn't dodge it either, not to mention he was still facing away from the golden little monster.

But he didn't split into pieces as the Qinggong guards expected, because at the moment the little monster smashed the mirror surface, He Lingchuan's footsteps staggered, and he turned around with He Yang! This time, it was He Yang who was facing the mirror light.

The power of collapse hit him solidly.

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

That solid rosewood table broke into several pieces with a clatter, and the old pear blossoms on his and King Yao's heads made a loud noise, and the huge canopy shook, as if grabbed by a giant and shaken fiercely.

Rushed by 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 beside King Yao were facing a great enemy.

Qingyang stretched out his left hand halfway, then clenched his fist tightly, forcibly suppressing the urge to take action.

Too late.

Zhongwu, Qu Ruhai and others in the seat also stood up subconsciously, staring intently.