After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 1470 Collapse
He Yang's fighting method was quite tough, his cultivation was probably far higher than Xi Yunhe's, and he carried a variety of magical instruments. Just like the four or five golden balls he threw out now, they turned into a small monster with a height of more than one foot, four wings on its back, and a mouth full of sharp teeth before they hit the ground.

They were not afraid of the strong energy, and as soon as they came out, they rushed towards He Lingchuan's lower back and heels.

Now the place where the two are fighting is stuck in the "flowing clouds" carved on the rockery. The patterns are complicated and convex. With He Yang attacking in the front, how can He Lingchuan have time to take care of his own back?
But he was not panicked at all and slapped the Sky-Flipping Seal with force.

The big seal under his feet flipped up by itself, seven feet off the ground, and slammed heavily to the ground again!

The golden monsters were too small, and they were shaken so much that they even had double images. He Lingchuan threw a net bag backwards, catching them all like dragonflies.

These moves seemed to be tricks and had nothing to do with combat skills, but they made everyone watch without blinking, for fear of missing out on the exciting content.

The difficulty of He Lingchuan's battle with He Yang today was that he could not use the fighting methods and magical powers that "Nine Nether Emperor" had used in public, such as the clone technique and karma miasma, such as Yuanli, and he could not release the small flame beast squatting on his shoulder.

Even the fighting skills and habitual movements are not like the Nine Nether Emperor. Everyone is watching here, and I don't know how many people will analyze this battle carefully afterwards.

Not to mention, Qingyang was watching the whole thing!
Fortunately, He Lingchuan came prepared today.

He Yang was also shaken by the sudden earthquake of the Fantian Seal. There was only a crack in the rock but no road under his feet. He stepped on empty air and subconsciously pressed the mountain wall beside him.

He also heard Qingyang's voice in his ears:

"Go down to the ground."

What was this silly kid thinking, standing on the opponent's magic weapon and fighting with him?

In just this moment, He Lingchuan's poisonous knife had reached He Yang's chest.

Seeing that there was no escape, He Yang crashed into the mountain wall, turned into a puff of red smoke, and slid a dozen feet along the rocks before reappearing.

With a light "ding" sound, He Lingchuan's short knife hit the stone wall, sparks flying everywhere.

He Yang finally caught the opportunity when he missed, and the angle was just right, so he swung the sickle slightly to become longer again, and then he chiseled down on the back of his head!
This blow has the power to split mountains and rivers.

He Lingchuan didn't look up. Just as he was about to be split in half, the huge rock on the Fantian Seal suddenly rolled down and blocked the sickle right in front of it.

With a dull thud, the boulder broke into pieces, but the power of the blow was also eliminated.

...Tsk.

I should have listened to the palace master and got down earlier.

Just as He Yang was about to jump to the ground, He Lingchuan rushed over like a meteor and bumped into him.

The people outside the stadium all exclaimed "Ah!" It was so exciting!

However, at the critical moment, He Yang raised his shield to block, and his opponent hit the shield.

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

That is the reflection of the soul-capturing mirror, which has the power to captivate people.

He Yang had no energy here, and he felt golden light flashing in front of his eyes and his mind was confused. Fortunately, he had a strong will, and the soul-catching mirror's characteristics could only take effect on him for less than a second.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, He Lingchuan hit him hard on the forehead with a head club!

There was a dull thud, which made one's teeth clench.

While He Yang was knocked back, He Lingchuan raised the short knife in his right hand, stabbed it through the gap in the shield, and stabbed it viciously into his ribs!
He Yang roared in pain.

This Heaven-Flipping Seal has no other problems except that it consumes too much energy. It takes four fist-sized yellow crystals to be summoned for a quarter of an hour! He Lingchuan is usually reluctant to use it, but it is just right to use it to deal with He Yang tonight.

On the day of the groundbreaking ceremony for Youhu Villa, Wanqi Liang and the other two went to test He Yang's skills. He Lingchuan discovered that although He Yang was strong, he had a problem that was not a weakness:
Lack of battlefield experience.

The battlefield changes rapidly and all kinds of strange things may happen. Those who can survive after fighting more than a dozen battles are all veterans and each of them is as cunning as a devil.

He Yang is just like Fan Sheng back then, lacking this experience, and his ability to respond on the spot is far inferior to He Lingchuan.

This Fantianyin Mountain is the final stage he prepared for He Yang.

At this moment, the soul-catching mirror suddenly shouted:
"Take him and turn him around!"

It can keep an eye on all directions and is a rare helper to He Lingchuan.

At some point, a small golden monster flew above the Fantian Seal, just above and behind He Lingchuan, and took the opportunity to raise a round mirror and point it at him.

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

The mirror flashed, and He Lingchuan was framed in the center.

Got it!
Correspondingly, a bright circle of light appeared on the ground, encircling He Lingchuan and He Yang.

Then, the little golden monster stretched out its claws without hesitation and smashed the mirror!
The fragile mirror suddenly shattered into pieces.

The ground that the small round mirror was reflecting on also made a buzzing sound, like leather being torn. Then, cracks appeared on the ground one after another!
The position and shape of these cracks are exactly the same as the cracks on the surface of the small round mirror, but they are magnified several times.

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

Even the Yao Wang who was watching the show on the dance floor changed his expression. The palace guards rushed to the front and protected them with their bodies.

There is a barrier beside the dance arena, but the characteristics of this magic weapon do not seem to be limited by the range of the barrier. If it is used against the audience, there will probably be mass deaths and injuries.

Anyone with a bit of vision could see that when the small round mirror cracked, it also tore apart everything reflected on the ground, and even cracked the ground three feet deep!
The mirror came from the old collection of the Qing Palace, and was a one-time treasure that Qingyang had given to He Yang the day before. The magical power attached to it was called "One loss, all losses"!
This magical power borrowed from some divine arts and used the power of collapse. It was basically impossible to defend against and those who were hit would be seriously injured if not killed.

He Lingchuan couldn't dodge it either, especially since he had his back to the little golden monster.

But he did not fall into pieces as the Qing Palace guards expected, because at the moment when the little monster smashed the mirror, He Lingchuan misstepped and suddenly turned around while holding He Yang!
This time, He Yang was facing away from the mirror.

The force of the collapse hit him hard.

“No——” Qingyang slammed the table and stood up suddenly.

The sturdy rosewood table broke into several pieces with a snap, and the old pear blossoms above her and King Yao's heads made a loud rustling sound, and the huge tree crown trembled violently, as if it was grabbed by a giant and shaken violently.

Driven by Qingyang's anger, dozens of branches fell off, and the flower buds on them were still covered with water droplets, but they had no chance to bloom again.

Pear blossoms bring rain.

The guards around King Yao were as if they were facing a great enemy.

Qingyang half-extended his left hand, then clenched his fist tightly, forcibly suppressing the urge to attack.

That's too late.

Chongwu, Qu Ruhai and others at the table also stood up subconsciously and stared at the scene.