Chapter 244: Fighting against the old monster, physical confrontation
"Fellow Taoists, don't panic."
Long Han said lightly, then raised his hand with a calm expression, and a blue wide-mouth vial appeared in the palm of his hand, with a dazzling aura.
Before Long Han could cast the spell, the bottle suddenly flashed with blue light, and a ball of water vapor enveloped it, floating gently up and over everyone's heads.
At the same time, Long Han tapped the blue vial in the air with his right hand, and a vast blue shield appeared above everyone's heads, covering the entire square.
In just this moment, the swift and violent wind had already rushed to the shield.
As a result, strange sounds of "crunching" kept coming, and as soon as the thick wall in front came into contact, it seemed as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it began to shake slightly as the strong wind passed by.
Fortunately, with the support of Long Han's majestic and powerful magic power, the violent wind bounced away after contact, and the shaking wall returned to normal in just a moment.
"Water Spirit Bottle!"
"It's the magic weapon with special properties of the Fire Spirit Bottle!"
"My two fellow Taoists, Long Han and Feng Bing, have a deep love as husband and wife, and I cannot admire them enough."
The rest of the Nascent Soul monks were naturally as stable as a mountain within the passport, and were not affected at all, and they all praised him.
At this time, a blue light flashed on Long Han's face, he held the void, and removed the protective shield. At the same time, the blue "Water Spirit Bottle" turned and turned into a blue stream of light, flying into Long Han's sleeves and robes. middle.
"Fellow Taoists, you are overly praised." Long Han nodded and smiled, looking up at the sky, his eyes twinkling.
The old man surnamed Kuang's heart was churning, and he looked at Yang Qian not far away in surprise. Even though he had tried his best to overestimate the other party, he still did not expect that Yang Qian could use his spiritual consciousness only with his early Nascent Soul cultivation. Such is the horror of spiritual practice.
Yang Qian looked at the old man surnamed Kuang, who had an unattractive face, and suddenly smiled sternly: "Elder Kuang, why don't we stop the spiritual consciousness competition right now. If we continue, Yang may really be unable to bear it."
"Haha! What Brother Yang said is absolutely true. Leaving aside magical powers and spells, your spiritual power is definitely not inferior to me. I really admire you. I will stop this competition. Otherwise, if you continue, it will only hurt you." You are so kind." The old man surnamed Kuang only thought for a moment, then took the steps and said with a calm expression.
He had almost released his spiritual consciousness just now, but he still couldn't defeat Yang Qian, and he was indeed extremely fearful in his heart.
Seeing this, Yang Qian smiled and said nothing. After cupping his hands towards the old man named Kuang, the two of them flashed and fell downwards at the same time.
"Brother Kuang, Brother Yang, the competition between the two of you just now opened up Lan's eyes. They actually mastered the amazing magical power of spiritual consciousness at the same time. Lan feels ashamed." The fire dragon boy saw Yang Qian and the two. He walked over and said with a smile on his face.
Yang Gan had a faint smile on his face and was talking to Long Han and others when suddenly the old monster Jin of the Ancient Sword Sect spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Yang's powerful spiritual consciousness is indeed eye-opening. I just wonder if I can have another discussion with you. I am really curious about your spells and magic weapons!" Old Monster Jin said angrily.
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the venue, and the other Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but look at each other.
The spiritual consciousness that Yang Qian had just displayed had completely impressed them, and they didn't have the guts to question it anymore.
However, the Ancient Sword Sect is one of the three major sects of the Tiandao Alliance, and Old Monster Jin is as strong as the old man named Ni Hangzhai Kuang, so it seems normal to be dissatisfied.
Long Han glanced at Old Monster Jin with an unchanging expression, and then looked at Yang Qian with a smile: "Brother Yang, what do you think?"
"Of course, Yang also wants to see Elder Jin's magical sword skills." Yang Gan smiled and nodded calmly.
"In this case, you two can give it a try, and remember to stop it, so as not to really hurt your harmony." Long Han said with a faint smile. "Fellow Daoist Yang, please!" Old Monster Jin stretched out his hand, and immediately his whole body moved and he came to the center of the square.
Yang Gan's eyes flashed, and he walked over so slowly without using any spells, standing opposite Old Monster Jin.
Off the field.
The Fire Dragon Boy and other Ancient Sword Sect monks were extremely excited. They were obviously very aware of the magical powers of their elder. Although Yang Qian's spiritual consciousness was powerful, they did not think he could defeat the old monster Jin who had been famous for hundreds of years.
As for the other Yuanying monks, they looked at the field silently.
No matter who they were, the two people in the center of the square, such as the old man surnamed Lu and other early Yuanying monks, did not dare to provoke them, so they just watched quietly without saying a word.
The two sides looked at each other quietly for two or three breaths.
The solemn-looking Old Monster Jin shouted, suddenly opened his mouth, and three golden flying swords suddenly flew out from the corner of his mouth. The swords shone dazzlingly in the sun, as if they had the sound of gold and iron.
The three golden flying swords of Old Monster Jin were like lightning, piercing the air, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air almost tore the ground of the square.
His eyes were as bright as fire, with fierce force, like a tiger that chose people to devour.
A glimmer of light flashed in Yang Gan's eyes. He raised his hands and shouted low. His muscles were as tight as steel. Golden dazzling light surged out of his body, blooming on his fingertips, wrists, and even his entire body.
At the same time, the swirling lightning roared and enveloped the whole body in an instant.
"Physical exercises!"
Outside the field, the cultivators of the Tiandao Alliance were extremely surprised. They looked at each other and seemed about to say a few words, but they saw Long Han, Feng Bing and the old man surnamed Kuang with solemn expressions, staring at the golden shadow in the field without blinking.
"Fellow Daoist Yang, be careful!" Old Monster Jin felt the powerful changes in Yang Gan's physical body, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he warned in a deep voice.
Then, he made a fierce seal, and the two flying swords disappeared in a whoosh, rushing towards Yang Gan with lightning and flint, one to the left and one to the right, like two lightning bolts piercing the sky.
Yang Gan showed no fear on his face and advanced instead of retreating. He suddenly leaned forward and stretched out two hands with dazzling golden light, palms facing each other, like sharp claws catching prey.
"锵——"
A crisp sound of gold and iron clashing echoed in the square, deafening.
The two flying swords were instantly caught in Yang Qian's hands, buzzing and shaking.
The cold metal came into contact with his skin, but it was like a collision with steel, making a clanging sound that resounded through the sky, causing many Luanming Sect disciples under Luanfeng Peak to cover their ears with their hands, not knowing why, and looking up with horrified expressions.
Yang Gan's eyes flashed with golden light, and his hands were like iron pliers. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he firmly grasped Old Monster Jin's two flying swords. The two golden flying swords seemed to be pulled by invisible forces. No matter how the flying sword screams and trembles, no one can escape.
Yang Gan's fingers were as steady as a rock.
At this moment, Old Monster Jin's third golden sword finally flashed out from Yang Gan's head, with a biting cold light, turning into a slender golden thread, shooting downwards, directly hitting Yang Gan's head. Right shoulder.
(End of chapter)