Chapter 1296 The Mirror Battle
The flames and frost intertwined into two extreme colors, creating a splendid color in the long night starry sky forest.
The moment the iron spear struck, everything happened in a flash of lightning. Shang Chang was even prepared to witness the cruel and bloody scene of the corpse demon proton being dismembered.
At the moment when the gun wind swept up the flames and frost, overwhelming Bailian, Shang Chang and the disciples of the True Immortal Sect did not notice it. Only Yan, whose eyes were emitting spiritual fire, Poyun clearly caught it at this moment. The young man under the gun made a strange and weird movement with his hands.
Clenched his hands together, ten slender and tightly stretched fingers moved slightly.
"Buzz——————"
In the raging fire and mysterious frost, bursts of buzzing string sounds suddenly echoed, and the muskets that came towards Bai Lian were rushing in. In the sound of the strings, it was actually cut into several pieces, falling around Bailian's body like fire rain.
But not even an inch of fire touched his clothes.
Yan Poyun only heard the harsher sound of the strings ringing rapidly, and the iron spear in his hand sank with great force, although it was not cut apart like those invisible fire spears.
But among the flying frost and chaotic fire, he saw a few strands of translucent silk threads dancing in the wind, brushing against the rough gun body, and bursting out with wisps of eye-catching sparks and flames.
There was finally a noticeable change on Yan Poyun's face.
He actually saw the translucent thread scratching out pale marks on his Cloud-breaking Gun.
Regardless of the fact that this cloud-breaking spear was once thrown into the golden sea, it was tempered all day long by the power of the golden sea to create such a peerless soul seal artifact, which fell into the belly of the mountain rock whale. , even the fire in the stomach of such a powerful and mysterious monster whale in the golden sea could not dissolve this gun in the slightest.
At this moment, he is holding the gun with his demon body and immortal soul, and it is protected by his demon immortal energy.
The transparent silk thread, which does not show half of its aura, is made of something. It can actually cut through his protective aura, break through the power of the gun, and leave traces on this immortal soul seal artifact. .
Seeing this, Yan Poyun was even more determined to kill Bailian.
The silk threads are simply sharp and sharp, and their momentum is soft, but also has the appearance of being powerless. Under such a huge gap in realms, no matter how sharp these threads are, they can't cut through his spear, let alone stop it. The decline of potential.
Yan Poyun's eyes were slightly cold, his arm muscles were slightly tense, and the Qi on the gun surged, trying to shatter the silk threads flying around.
But I never thought that in the chaotic dance of Qi, those silk threads seemed to have roots in my hands. Although they were flying messily, they appeared in endless circles, wrapping around the rough and irregular gun body.
Bailian's arms crossed and slid, and his feet were using dazzling footwork. With the skill of four or two, he was able to deflect the momentum of the spear by half a point.
The moment it landed dangerously close to the cheek, all the old and dead trees ten miles away in the forest were turned into powder.
The unchangeable fact is that Bailian, who was destined to die, actually dodged this shot.
Shang Chang was so shocked that his whole body was messy in the wind.
He rubbed his eyes vigorously. If he had not sensed any misalignment, this boy had tamed the monster beast to fight against a group of disciples of the True Immortal Cult. Until now, he had not used the power of the monster beast to fight against Yan Po. Yun faced off against him and actually took his shot.
What's even more outrageous is that Shang Chang remembered that the corpse demon's proton cultivation had already been sealed for Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, but in fact, he never showed a trace of spiritual power from beginning to end. sign.
All the methods used are very strange and have mysterious power.
Shang Chang has no idea how Balian did this.
But he knew that this was undoubtedly a great humiliation for Yan Poyun, the strongest defender of the Golden Sea.
Under the spear that penetrated deeply into the earth, it cracked the ground for several miles, and the earth fire magma bathed the blue gun body, and then splashed up.
Yan Poyun stood among the fiery spears, like an ancient god of war, his body full of power.
He looked at Bailian, who was standing gracefully and unscathed to the side, and his eyes gradually darkened, the calm anger before the storm.
Yan Poyun straightened his back, and his majestic momentum rose accordingly. But before he could make any move, he only felt a slight sting on the side of his neck.
Looking away, he saw a small puppet standing weightlessly on his shoulders. The puppet had no vital signs, was silent, and had no energy at all. circulation.
The miniature boy-shaped doll held a sword majestically in his hand, and the tip of the sword touched the skin of his neck.
The blood drops slowly slid down the cold sword edge.
This little doll... came close to him and stood on his shoulder, but he didn't check it at all!
However, he has always followed the path of killing and never paid attention to defense. This is not because he is not good at defense, but because he himself has a demonic body. After going through tribulations and tempering the immortal bones, he has since The body is protected by the energy of Kunlun Immortal Gang.
Few people in the same situation can break through his three-foot defense.
But this little soulless doll appeared on his shoulder without anyone noticing.
Yan Poyun drank deeply, the immortal energy around him surged, and the sound of deep sea thunder came from his body.
Electric flames burst out from the pores of his body, and a force so powerful that even the natural energy of the world could not resist instantly enveloped the surrounding area.
The little puppet, which was originally standing nimbly, seemed to have rusty joints. It stood crookedly, and electricity could be seen surging between its arms, legs, and body, causing it to dance.
No matter how twisted it was, it never fell off Yan Poyun's shoulders.
The toothpick-like sword in his hand was thrust into his shoulder as if to stabilize his body. As soon as he was short, he knelt on his shoulder.
The moment the sword edge entered his body, Yan Poyun felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. The tangible sword was only half an inch long and cut deep into the skin. For a moment, he felt that his body was being penetrated to death. Generally on earth.
Half of his body was paralyzed.
But this state only lasted for a short moment. Yan Poyun broke the predicament with his demon blood boiling.
He squatted on the ground with one knee, slapped the ground with one palm, held a gun with one arm, and swept out!
The majestic and unparalleled immortal energy surged once again.
Bailian still had the same unhurried and infuriating posture, taking a half step back, raising his arms lightly, and the translucent silk threads danced wildly on his fingertips.
bite!
A crisp sound of metal clashing.
What made Yan Poyun's eyes even colder was that what he saw was a pair of slender white hands with fingertips flying deftly, and silver threads all over the sky like waterfalls bursting out from those ten slender jade fingers, intertwining. The threads trembled, and thousands of threads were firmly placed on the rough and powerful spear like a dragon.
No matter how brightly the electric light flashed, the powerful spear attack could not even land on Balian's body.
They were all blocked by the countless flying silk threads.
Different from the translucent and soft silk threads controlled by the masked boy just now, the thousands of translucent silk threads controlled by a small female doll are more delicate and soft, but each one seems to contain as much weight as a thousand stones. potential. The two slender, soft and easily folded palms of the little doll actually have unrivaled power. With one pull and one pull, they strangle the spear, sink it, and seal it firmly into the earth.
Yan Poyun's eyes darkened, and he realized that he could not muster even half of his spiritual power to pour into the spear.
While the silver thread wrapped around the entire gun body, his consciousness even completely severed contact with the Cloud-Breaking Gun.
People control the puppet, and the puppet controls the thread, but the thread in the puppet's hand is more than a thousand times stronger than the thread in her master's hand!
Years of accumulated experience in life and death battles made it impossible for Yan Poyun to dwell on such strange phenomena.
He gave up the Poyun Gun without hesitation, his mountain-like shoulder muscles tightened tightly, and the puppet sword inserted into his shoulder muscles seemed to be stuck in his body. among.
The spiritual energy nodes in his body suddenly lit up, and the blood surged from the wound on his shoulder. The moment the blood left the body, it turned into a blazing fire, burning the young doll into flames.
The qi in Yan Poyun's body soon began to operate normally. He abandoned his gun and clenched his fist. At that moment, it seemed as if the power of the river was condensed in this fist.
Yan Poyun punched out, hitting the female doll right in the face.
After knocking the puppet away, Yan Poyun loosened his fists, thrust his arms into the frosty mist fire, and tore it apart with all his strength.
The space in front of him was torn apart like tissue paper.
Behind Balian, a similar fragmented space appeared.
Yan Poyun was still standing in the same place, but the space behind Bailian was like a mirror image, and an identical Yan Poyun actually appeared.
Bailian frowned slightly, but did not move his fingers. The female puppet at the other end of the puppet line did not receive any control. Her head was bent straight by a punch, and she seemed to be ready to turn around. Rescue Balian.
Yan Poyun had a sneer on his lips.
He stepped on the iron gun. The iron gun was entangled with thousands of puppet threads. As the female doll's body turned, it was restrained and it was difficult to get over.
The mirror image in the crack space, Yan Poyun, slowly opened his eyes, and the fire surged and burned in reverse.
He looked at Balian, a cold and ruthless smile appeared on his iron face:
"Everything is over."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth slightly, and between opening his mouth, he exhaled a very faint purple gas. The purple gas was like substance, condensed into a purple light and shot toward Bai Lian's back vest.
Seeing the purple energy coming from the east, Shang Chang knew what it meant, and his face turned pale.
I have long heard that Yan Poyun was a demon immortal before he gave birth to immortal bones, so he raised a big demon purple dragon using his demon soul.
Although this purple dragon is a ten-thousand-year-old monster, its overall size is only one palm long. It is raised under the tongue, which is one of Yan Poyun's special moves.
This purple dragon is extremely poisonous and can corrode everything in the world. Although he is from the demon clan, he is somewhat related to that dragon clan.
Although it is extremely small, there are very few natural enemies that can restrain it, whether in the demon clan or the demon fairy clan.
This purple dragon can eat human essence and blood, and rot the immortal bones. Once it enters the body, it can instantly corrupt into dragon energy and put it into the belly, leaving not an inch of the corpse's bones.
Yan Poyun's murderous intention towards Bailian is not weaker than Bailian's murderous intention towards Zhen Yu.
Under the power of the talisman, Balian's spiritual consciousness is so cohesive that he can detect something strange behind him without turning around.
I sighed secretly in my heart.
This Yan Poyun was a little trickier than he thought.
No matter, after all, it is a powerful enemy in the Tongming realm. If he still retains his true strength, he may really be in danger of his life today.
As for the funeral, I have to take care of it first...
Before his thoughts have completely changed, Balian only felt a smooth coolness coming from his wrist and squirming gently between his skin.
Immediately afterwards, the temperature around me suddenly turned cold, and the rolling fiery fire in the cracked earth seemed to have been extinguished by a heavy cold snow falling from the Kunlun Snow Summit. Go down.
The terrifying high temperature in the forest suddenly fell into the middle of winter, as if the air was about to freeze.
The strong wind seemed to have picked up piles of huge waves, setting off frost-white snow waves in the dark night forest.
Snowflakes as light as smoke and as white as silver are dancing in the space.
A palm that was more translucent than white snow fell through the wind and snow, and held the purple beam of light.
The moment his palm touched the light beam, the light beam suddenly exploded and the demon power collapsed.
In the dispersing demonic mist, the demonic dragon's body was exposed.
The purple-red but scaleless demonic dragon is really only one palm long. Its whole body is filled with poisonous mist, but it cannot damage the hand at all.
The demon dragon was born as a dragon. Even if it was subdued by Yan Poyun and recognized as its master, it rarely bowed its head. It even needed Yan Poyun to feed it with the essence and blood of his own tongue for many years, and to use his tongue to fetus it. In exchange for the spiritual nest, I reluctantly accepted him as my master and allowed him to control me.
Even though he is the number one defender of the Golden Sea, he has never truly aweed this arrogant purple dragon.
But at this moment, when those eyes that were like glazed purple beads turned to look at him, Zilong Lili was terrified and his heart was beating with fear!
Within the wisps of cloud-like frost, faint blue and white spiritual energy gradually penetrated. The cold air became slightly heavier, and the outline of a slender and extremely tall woman's figure gradually became clearly visible in the clouds and frost.
The moonlight is like water, and in the water, the woman has silver hair like ice silk. Her hair is as silky as rain, covering her slender body like halo jade. Her eyes are slender, beautiful and delicate. His face is even more like a ball of ice and snow, carved by Qiong Yao.
A pair of slender and beautiful dragon horns of the same color as the silver hair reflect a faint and cold brilliance in the moonlight.
She just stood calmly and quietly, her silvery hair as long as water, hanging down on her heels.
The woman's neck is slender, and her legs are even slender, with no flaws at all. The curves are all in one go. They are outlined from the jade-like feet to the legs, forming a pair of ingenious things.
Her temperament seems gentle, dignified and beautiful, but she also has an aura of innate nobility that seems to have grown in her flesh and blood.
She lowered her purple vertical pupils and glanced at the purple dragon in her hand. The purple dragon trembled all over, as if it was firmly suppressed by an extremely powerful bloodline force. generally.
The body exploded with a bang, exploding into nothingness and dust particles.
It just disappeared between heaven and earth.
(End of this chapter)