After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1469: Expensive Battle

There were exclamations all around.

However, there was no blood splattering at the scene, nor was there any stomach rupture and intestines spilling out. When He Lingchuan saw He Yang's elbow raised, he did not retreat, but instead ducked forward, and the sharp blade almost cut his scalp, brushing off a few hairs.

He had seen General Hong use this unethical trick several times. He himself had also tried using General Hong's Yinglong Spear once or twice in the Dafanghu world. When he saw that He Yang's movements were unusual, he became alert.

He also shot out a bunch of cold light at the same time. He Yang on the opposite side saw stars in front of his eyes, like countless needles shooting at him, and immediately blocked them with his shield.

What He Lingchuan used was the "Starlight Nail" bought from the metal casting giant Ling Donglai. The principle was similar to the Torrential Pear Blossom Needle. Just pressing the trigger would shoot out more than 300 star nails at once, aiming to pierce the opponent's head and face.

Such a small thing is priced at three hundred taels of silver (three hundred thousand coins).

Yes, he used to despise this kind of wasteful behavior, but today he decided to change his approach.

He Lingchuan did not lie down, but propped himself up with his forearms on the ground and leaped forward like a leopard. Most officials present could not even see him.

Qingyang, who was outside the arena, supported his chin with his hands, watching intently. He Xiao must be quite capable, otherwise he would not have been able to defeat Fan Sheng, the deputy governor 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, but the star nails exploded as soon as they touched the shield, pushing him and his shield three or four feet away.

There was limited space for dancing, so it was pushed directly to the wall.

Smoke billows.

The smoke was also mixed with something else, which would make the person who took it feel dizzy, his head swollen, his five senses confused, and his movements and reactions slowed down by at least half a beat.

If there hadn't been a barrier set up in the field, the smoke would have drifted into the audience seats.

He Lingchuan rushed in without saying a word.

The soul-catching mirror shouted, "Kill him while you can!"

Taking advantage of the thick smoke and the fact that no one could see clearly, the lord simply used all his strength to defeat the man named He in one fell swoop.

He Lingchuan ignored it.

He Yang is not the focus. Qingyang outside the field is eyeing him covetously, so he still has to be careful.

He Yang's sickle was shrunk to the same size as a sickle used by farmers, and it was extremely sharp in cutting, but every attack was silent, which was a great advantage in an environment where one could not see.

He Lingchuan could only rely on the disturbance of the smoke to predict the opponent's movements. With a few dings, the two of them fought blindly in the smoke, exchanging several moves in a row.

The hits get faster and harder.

Outsiders could only hear the constant clanging sounds, and occasionally see a few cold flashes rolling in the smoke and dust, like thunder wrapped in dark clouds.

Although He Yang looked arrogant, he was steady and cautious in battle, with almost no flaws. Moreover, his true power was chilling, which complemented the cold spring of Yuquan Palace, expanding his five-point power to eight-point power. He Lingchuan felt the cold air coming from the sword tip, making the long sword heavier and heavier. Those with weaker cultivation might have their entire arms frozen.

He Yang has his own unique way of using the sickle. In addition to the conventional cutting and chiseling, he often shakes and trembles it, giving his opponents the feeling that he is a poisonous snake staring at its target. He is very good at fighting and there is no telling when he will bite someone.

There was even one time when the weapons clashed, and the sickle suddenly became longer, like a poisonous snake's fangs. If He Lingchuan hadn't retracted his hand quickly, a bloody hole would have been pierced through the tiger's mouth.

In just a dozen breaths, He Lingchuan was almost familiar with the long sickle's fighting style, and he even encouraged him:
"Commander He is very good with the sickle. He should go to the fields to help during the autumn harvest."

He Yang sneered: "Before you open the field, use your head to offer sacrifice to the heavens!"

He waved his hand, and five cold lights shot out, piercing towards He Lingchuan's eye sockets.

At this moment, he actually put away the sickle and raised the tiger claw!
If He Lingchuan hadn’t shrunk quickly, not only would his face have been disfigured, but his eyeballs would have been gouged out.

The mirror kept muttering: "This guy is not easy to beat, not easy to beat!"

He Lingchuan has many shady tricks up his sleeve, but it is difficult to fight back in front of so many people.

"That old woman was staring at you, too, with all her attention."

He Lingchuan really wanted to slap the mirror. If he couldn't help, he should stop talking and only add to the tense atmosphere.

But he saw from the corner of his eye that Qingyang was indeed sitting up straight, his eyes were deep, and his hands were crossed under his chin. Usually this action represents deep thinking.

The dust from before couldn't block her sight at all. She didn't miss any details of the fight between the two.

As soon as He Yang came up, he wanted to defeat his opponent with great force and severely shock King Yao, but He Xiao was at ease and did not seem panicked.

He Yang was taught by her, and he always liked to take unconventional approaches. Qing Yang had said this to him many times, but she knew that he was born this way, and that tactics and temperament had to be compatible in order to maximize combat effectiveness.

But even at the beginning, He Xiao did not suffer any loss. Did he understand He Yang's fighting style, or did he rely on his keen spiritual awareness to adapt to the situation?

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

Just seeing that he remained calm during He Yang's attack and was not affected by the cold, one could tell that he had a high level of cultivation. Moreover, his fighting skills were concise, sharp, and efficient. Although he tried hard to conceal them, Qingyang could still tell that this guy had been through many battles!
The technique of killing never needs to be fancy.

Where did Shuangye find such a person in the first place?

The smoke and dust in the field cleared, and everyone could see the battle between He Lingchuan and He Yang clearly.

The two of them fought more and more fiercely, and the petals that fell from the old pear tree flew away before they could even reach their heads. Only one piece of white petals fell between the two of them, and it obviously stopped in mid-air, and then it was torn into pieces!
The tiger claw attack is more fierce than the crane sickle, but He Lingchuan is used to it because its fighting style is similar to A Xun's mantis hook, and it can also hook the claw forward.

The combined value of these two magical instruments is at least two or three hundred thousand. The disciples of Qing Palace are indeed very wealthy.

If Ah Xun's weapon wasn't so special, He Lingchuan would really like to use it to fight He Yang. He has practiced for a long time and has some experience.

Next, He Yang raised his hand and four or five more magical weapons appeared, each with miraculous powers, and the whole place was filled with rainbow light.

The officials outside the field were dazzled and exclaimed in surprise.

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

Like other civil servants, Fan Shuang's eyesight was not clear at all. His heart almost 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, Brother He, can you 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, if He Lingchuan encountered an opponent who was both good at fighting and had a lot of magic weapons, he probably wouldn't have lasted more than two encounters.

The Soul Mirror shouted, "Hey, hey, if you keep dragging it out, maybe that old Yao Wang will want to stop it."

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

It's not that King Yao is eager to recruit talented people, but this battle is equivalent to a contest between him and the Regent. If He Xiao is defeated and killed, he will be severely humiliated by Qingyang at his own birthday ceremony.

How unpleasant that would be!
We had managed to suppress Qingyang's slight advantage in the early stages, and we couldn't let it go now.

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

King Yao didn't care about his life or death. Besides, calling a halt in advance would be equivalent to admitting defeat to Qingyang in advance. How could he do that?

But Jingzi was right about one thing, we shouldn't delay it any longer. Qingyang was experienced and could see the clues from the slightest clue.

Thinking of this, He Lingchuan swung his long sword diagonally, and while He Yang was waving his claws to grab him, he used the Mountain Leaning Move to knock him four feet away, and then he quickly retreated ten feet and threw something at the man's head.

It was a seal as long as the little finger, and square in shape.

But it grows as soon as it sees the wind.

Then a big seal appeared right above He Yang's head and smashed down on him, fast and fiercely.

Heaven-shaking seal.

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

This is the magic weapon that He Lingchuan picked up from the Ghost King's Underground Palace. After giving it to Songyang Mansion for renovation, he rescued a few usable ones. This Heaven-Flipping Seal is one of them.

He Yang was no pushover either. When he noticed the light above his head was different, he didn't waste time looking up. He just rolled vertically and flipped over two meters away.

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

You should know that the dance arena opened its barrier during the imperial competition to protect the safety of King Yao and the audience. Only a small part of the vibrations and attacks in the arena can be transmitted to the outside world.

A "small hill" appeared at the place where He Yang was originally, with a height of three meters. The mountains and rivers carved on the top of the Heaven-Flipping Seal were enlarged at the same ratio, and it looked like an exceptionally tall rockery, which could easily hide more than a dozen people.

The audience all exclaimed, they didn't expect that there would be so many magic weapons in today's fighting scene. How many years of this year can surpass the previous ones?
It turns out that not only does Jianguo have treasures, but the island owner He also has some good stuff hidden in his box.

He Yang is Qingyang's confidant, so it's not surprising that he has treasures in his hands; as He Xiao is a lord who worships kindness, it is said that there are countless treasures sunk in his waters, so this could be one of them?

Anyway, it's fun to watch the excitement today.

He Yang had just dodged the pressure of the giant seal when two cold rays of light shot out from the top of the seal and headed straight for his face.

Two sleeve arrows.

Another figure appeared on the "rockery".

He Xiao.

He Yang dodged and jumped up without a word. He was not used to passively taking a beating.

There was a clanging sound on the rockery, sparks flew everywhere. In the blink of an eye, the two men fought for four or five more rounds.

The rockery was narrow and steep, with protruding rocks and sharp corners everywhere. He Yang was holding a sickle, which was too inconvenient, so he shook his hand and turned it into a short sickle, and stood on the rockery again, looking like a herbalist.

He Lingchuan held the soul-sucking shield in his left hand and the poisonous dagger "Zhu Erniang's Kiss" in his right hand, and each strike of the knife hit his vital points.

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