Chapter 513 The Battle between Lingbao (Class)

With a "puff", the Magic Sword Counterattacked, and the powerful golden sword energy stabbed the black-robed Heavenly Master, making the latter groan and look extremely ugly.

The reaction of Mohuang Sword was unexpectedly a self-destructive counterattack.

This alone goes beyond the scope of ordinary magic weapons.

"This is a sign of psychics..."

Elder Fengxi's bright eyes flashed with surprise, and his voice trembled slightly.

The Taoist priests of blue robe and the other masters of weapon refining also showed ecstasy and excitement.

As weapon refiners, of course they understand.

Yang Fan was mixed with joy and sorrow. He was happy that after the Magic Huang Sword was cast, the level of the Magic Huang Sword was indeed much improved. He was worried that the Magic Huang Sword's ability also made him feel difficult.

"receive!"

The magic tricks in Yang Fan's hand made the Mohuang Sword hesitate and hesitate, and he was somewhat inclined to his intentions.

"Don't think about it!"

The black-robed celestial master roared angrily, waved his sleeves, and a storm of pink and iron shattered towards Yang Fan and Mohuang Sword.

Yang Fan took out a feather fan composed of bone shanks and golden feathers, waved it gently, and a light golden fan shadow suddenly rushed over.

Pooh!

The strong wind waving from the black-robed celestial master turned into nothingness like paper, but the light golden fan shadow did not dissipate and rushed towards him.

"Pengyu Fan?" The black-robed celestial master recognized the origin of the magic weapon in Yang Fan's hand at a glance, and a black bamboo stick appeared in his hand.

Just as he saw him activate his magic power, the stick slapped, and the black bamboo stick trembled, and a stick shadow appeared in the void, covering Yang Fan and Mohuang Sword.

Yang Fan showed a look of surprise. These stick shadows were all real attacks.

I don’t know what an ancient treasure the black bamboo stick in the hand of the black-robed celestial master was. It trembled dozens of times during his breathing and emitted a lot of stick shadows.

The golden fan shadow immediately collapsed and disintegrated, turning into nothingness.

Moreover, there was also a black stick shadow covering Yang Fan and Mohuang Sword.

Yang Fan's face became solemn, and brown light armor condensed on his body. The black stick shadow hit him, making a series of "bang bang bang" sounds.

During this process, the brown light armor on Yang Fan's body suddenly became much dimmed.

He is worthy of being one of the three great masters at the peak of the nine barbarian tribes. The strength he showed at this moment made Yang Fan dare not take it lightly.

At the same time, the black-robed celestial master was also secretly frightened. With the fierce attack of the ancient treasure "Wu Xuan Stick" in his hand, he could not tear the opponent's defense layer apart.

You should know that in the past, even when fighting with other Nascent Soul cultivators, no one could stand and resist the attack of his Wu Xuan Stick.

Woo~~

Under the cover of the black stick shadow, the Magic Sword suddenly began to get angry, slashing out four or five slashing rainbow sword energy and slashed in all directions.

As soon as possible, everyone on the field dodged.

The attacks launched by the Magic Sword are very powerful at this moment. It is a bit unbearable for ordinary Nascent Soul monks to take a blow.

Only Yang Fan and the black-robed Heavenly Master stood tall in the void, unmoved, and confronted each other from afar.

"Although I have been psychic... I lack true spiritual intelligence."

Elder Feng Xi saw that after the Mohuang Sword was attacked by the range, he slashed out a series of sword energy, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Elder Feng, is this a real magic weapon for spiritual communication?"

Ling Tie asked curiously.

"It's not completely counted, but it can at least be included in the 'half-spirit treasure' level." Elder Feng replied.

After recasting and refining, their vitality was severely damaged. They just watched the battle below and did not take action immediately.

In fact, this was also what Yang Fan ordered.

At this moment, Yang Fan and the black-robed Heavenly Master stood at both ends of the Magic Sword and launched a long-range battle, no victory or defeat.

Both of them seemed to be sincere in consuming the power of the Magic Sword first and then taking the opportunity to seize it.

On the other hand, Shi Qianhan and the old man in the blood robe were not sure whether they were in the yellow robe and the old man in the seventies respectively.

"I hope that the spiritual magic weapon we have built through great hardships will not be stolen by others..."

Ling Tie held his hands tightly, and the eyes of the barbarian monk were filled with anger.

"Don't worry, judging from the current trend, we still have the upper hand."

Feng Xi said with a smile.

"How did Elder Feng know?" Ling Tie said with a happier look.

Feng Xi smiled but said nothing.

During the battle, Yang Fan was distracted from sending voices to their spiritual senses, and even refused to let them take action.

In this case, he also fought with the black-robed Tianshi.

This shows that Yang Fan has a certain degree of confidence and is likely not using his full strength.

Sure enough, at some point, while Yang Fan waved the Pengyu Fan, his other hand swung the air for a moment.

Woo~~

I saw a vivid dragon blooming yellow and green light, flying out of Yang Fan's palm, turning into two or three feet in size, carrying a fierce momentum, and colliding towards the black-robed Heavenly Master.

"Real energy transformed?" The black-robed celestial master was startled.

The main reason is that this creature that transforms into a spiritual energy, which is really too real.

The dragon roared, roared, and stared at the angrily look, almost making him suspect that this was a real dragon.

Humph, the spiritual energy transforms?

He sneered, and the way the black bamboo stick in his hand vibrated slightly, forming a stick shadow on the dragon's must-pass path.

Roar ~~~

However, the little yellow and green dragon seemed to have spirituality, and actually bypassed the stick shadow, then suddenly accelerated and bit him.

What!!

The black-robed Tianshi was shocked and almost panicked.

Seeing that the little dragon was about to pounce in front of him, his yin energy was greatly boosted, blocking the little dragon's attack.

However, at this critical moment, a sudden change occurred on the field.

"ah……"

A scream came from the battle beside him.

As soon as I looked out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge poisonous scorpion with a light golden shell that was three feet long, exuding a terrifying aura, and joined forces with Shi Qianhan to tear the defense shield of the young man in the yellow robe.

The sharp pliers, which contained a highly poisonous pierced the chest of the young man in the yellow robe.

Suddenly, he felt chills all over his body, and the poison not only invaded his body, but even poisoned the Nascent Soul.

Just as he was about to leave the body of the Nascent Soul, Shi Qianhan slashed with his palm, and the Nine Nether Demonic Qi poured into his body, and the devastating aura came, completely annihilated him.

“Do it!!”

Almost at the same time, Yang Fan sent a message to the blue-robed Taoist priest and Elder Feng Xi.

Swish!

Xiangyun boots flashed under his feet, and he appeared in front of Mohuang Sword, stretched out a hand, and held the sword in his hand.

Woo buzz ~~

The Mohuang Sword trembled violently in his hands, releasing a shocking sword energy, trying to escape.

How could Yang Fan make it come true? The green species of life in his body burst out with a vigorous and powerful force, the muscles in his body swelled, and the brown light armor on his body became thicker.

Puff-

Even so, under the sword energy, Yang Fan's brown light armor was immediately cut and even stabbed the skin.

The black-robed celestial master was frightened and angry, but his body was entangled by the dragon. He waved the "Black Xuan Stick" in his hand repeatedly. It took some effort to destroy the dragon that transformed into spiritual energy.

At this time, he glanced at the audience and found that Feng Xi and the blue-robed Taoist priests joined the battle group and rushed towards the only remaining old man in his seventies.

The old man in his seventies was so scared that his face was pale and turned around and ran away.

However, as soon as he ran out, he was caught up by Shi Qianhan's transformed scorpion king. First, his virility stormed into his body through the air, his speed decreased, and then he was dealt with by several major Nascent Souls who rushed over.

The black-robed Heavenly Master roared, and he was the only commander left on the field.

He glanced at Yang Fan who was trying his best to balance the Magic Sword. Unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and injected magic power into the black Xuan stick in his hand.

The surrounding wind was filled with cold wind, and the "Wu Xuan Stick" became several times larger in an instant. With a gentle dance, the shadows of sticks burst out everywhere, almost covering the area.

The old man in the blood robe and others were just approaching, and they were swept by the stick shadow, "bang bang bang" and were knocked away two or three.
To be continued...