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Chapter 455 Yin Yang Order

With a loud sound of "Dang", Feng Wuyong's body suddenly fell, and his head was forced down by Hong Mao's sword. Although the three-foot Qingfeng was blocked by the object in the old man's hand, the sword's momentum remained undiminished , relying on Yu Wei to push him down to one knee.

A piece of bluestone slab was smashed into pieces by Feng Wuyong's kneeling, and the old man's knees also oozed blood, but at least the power of this move was dispelled.

Hong Mao looked at the cylinder in the old man's hand with surprise on his face, and then looked back at Tang Xin, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, the latter's handsome face blushed, he didn't expect the yin and yang order to be so strong.

Feng Wuyong got up slowly, the horror in his eyes still didn't dissipate, for a moment just now, he really felt that he was going to die, but the young man, after such a domineering blow, was still calm and calm, put his sword back into its sheath, It's all right.

Feng Wuyong's right leg was stabbed first, and just now he couldn't hold it up and knelt down, and now his whole right leg can no longer move. A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he decisively raised the yin and yang token in his hand, and pointed at the young man and said:
"This is the last resort of my Feng family. If you can resist, the old man will admit it even if he dies."

After saying that, he twisted the cylinder suddenly.

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The top cover of the front end of the bronze cylinder suddenly shattered, and a silver light shot out, and the silver light expanded rapidly as soon as it came out of the cylinder. If you look closely, you will find that the silver light is actually made of It is also composed of thinner silver needles.

The number of silver needles was so huge that it was so dense that one felt chills down the spine. Tang Zhi, who was not far away, saw this scene and secretly sighed that everything was over.

The Yin-Yang Token is the most precious treasure of the Feng family. Tang Sect has acquired it for so many years, and countless skilled craftsmen in the sect have been studying it for hundreds of years, but they are still unable to crack the mystery, let alone reproduce it.

Feng Wuyong also sighed in his heart at this time, this is the last hidden weapon left by the ancestors of the Feng family. It is rumored that it can kill three thousand soldiers in an instant, but he knows that it is only eight hundred, but even so is terrifying enough up.

Yin Yang Ling is made of meteorite iron from the inside to the outside, and this kind of meteorite iron may not be able to see a piece in more than a hundred years, not to mention the exquisite craftsmanship that has been lost. Can't get one in.

Such a hidden weapon, which can be called uncanny craftsmanship, was actually used on a child like this.At this moment, Feng Wuyong suddenly felt deep regret, but no matter how much he regretted it, it was still irreparable.

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It seemed like a long time for the few people to think, but in fact it was only for a moment. In a moment, countless silver needles flew towards Tang Jian and others, and Hong Mao, who drove Feng Wuyong to a desperate situation, was the first to bear the brunt.

The young man stared at the vast expanse of light spots in front of him, and was a little dazed for a moment. This was far beyond his ability. If there were only one or two of them, he could still control them with the method of controlling a sword.

Between life and death, the young man didn't care too much, and the sword energy suddenly burst out from his body, forming an almost impenetrable sword energy circle within five steps around him, and Tang Zhi and his son were behind him. Can't afford the word "chivalry".

Tang Jian next to him also showed determination, and the energy in his body was continuously released, forming an airtight wall of energy around him.

The two walls were stacked together, just to protect Tang Zhi and Tang Xin behind them.

After all, the silver needle was inferior to the invisible hidden weapon like Shiyu. After hitting the air wall, although it was not directly damaged, it was disturbed by the air, and deviated from the original direction, or shot towards the ground, or Going up, another part is scattered to the sides, and I don't know which unlucky one will be hit again.

The nearest prisoner was not spared, and was shot into his body by a hundred and eighty off-track silver needles. The slender silver needles entered his body silently, and he didn't even feel pain.

The prisoner who raised his hand to fight in front of him was also a little dazed. He touched his whole body and found nothing unusual. A smile appeared in his eyes, but his face changed drastically in the next moment, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, straight back He fell, and when he fell to the ground, he was out of breath.

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Several people showed shock when they saw this, only Feng Wuyong remained calm.

He had heard his father mention this hidden weapon. The material for casting silver needles is both tough and fragile. If it is chopped with a sword, it will not even leave a trace, but once it enters the human body, it will instantly shatter into countless smaller pieces. With blood flowing all over the body.

Wherever the fragments pass, there will be wounds that are too small to be seen by the naked eye. These wounds accumulate to a certain extent and will eventually kill people.

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Seeing this scene, Hong Mao and Tang Jian both looked dignified and did not dare to slack off at all. The internal energy in their bodies was running to the extreme, but even so, they could only block a part of the silver needles. As for the rest, they penetrated through the air-permeable wall. Even the gap that they didn't notice, shot straight at the two of them.

Hong Mao furrowed his brows tightly, watching a few wisps of silver light coming towards him, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't stop it.

In an instant, the silver needle pierced through the barrier and shot the young man directly. The latter's expression changed, but it seemed nothing had happened.

Hong Mao looked down, but found that the silver needle did not penetrate into the body, but was blocked by a layer of pale golden light. The young man was slightly dumbfounded, and was a little puzzled for a while.

On the other hand, Tang Jian on the other side also fell into the same predicament, but he was not so lucky. After the silver needle pierced through the air holes all over his body, he was about to sink into his body. Shan, came to the opponent, and shouted in a low voice:
"Sink your qi into your dantian, pass your internal energy to me, and I will block it."

The young man's thin body stood in front of Tang Jian, but he insisted on giving birth to a heroic spirit of being one man and one man.

With life and death at stake, Tang Jian didn't have time to ask any more questions. After waving a fan and knocking down a few silver needles close to his body, he put his palm on the boy's shoulder.

There was a burst of golden light in front of the young man, and sword energy wandered all over his body. Although the silver needles would still hit him, they were blocked by the golden light without exception. At this moment, they had gathered in a bunch, and he looked like a hedgehog in the eyes of others.

In the end, the silver needles were completely exhausted. Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the young man shook off the thin needles stuck to his clothes, grinned at Feng Wuyong and said:

"Old guy, it's my turn to fight back, you can catch it!"

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On the other side, the battle between Ye Jian and Luo Tian has also reached an inextricable situation. Under the ravages of the two, the arena has long since collapsed into disrepair. The two stand among the piles of rocks, changing swords with swords. , sparks fly.

Taking advantage of the time to change his breath, Luo Tian squinted around and saw that the battle was coming to an end, so he got tired of playing. With a wave of his right hand, he caught a sword energy directly in the air.

Luo Tian gently crushed the sword energy with his right hand, and then tapped his fingers continuously in the air. Every time he tapped, invisible energy shot out.

Ye Jian was thrown into disarray by this sudden change, so he had no choice but to withdraw his sword to resist. Luo Tian saw the timing, and reached out with an unmatched momentum. His palm seemed to encompass the whole world, and he grabbed it immediately. The old man twisted the rusty sword in his hand.

This "black eyebrow" gifted by the beloved woman and followed the old man for decades, was twisted into a mess by the other party.

Luo Tian was still dissatisfied, and slapped out his left hand hard, right on the chest of Ye Jian, who was not in a hurry to dodge, the old man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and flew straight backwards.

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(End of this chapter)