Xianhong Road

Chapter 558

With a puff, the Mohuang Sword counterattacked, and the powerful golden sharp sword energy pierced the black-robed celestial master, causing the latter to grunt, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

Mohuangjian's reaction was unexpected, it turned out to be a counterattack on its own.

This alone is beyond the scope of ordinary magic weapons.

"This is a sign of psychic..."

Elder Feng Xi's bright eyes flickered with surprise, and his voice trembled slightly.

The Taoist priest in blue robe and the other master craftsmen also showed ecstatic and excited expressions.

As refiners, they certainly understand.

Yang Fan was mixed with joy and sorrow. The joy was that the level of the Mohuang Sword had indeed improved a lot after being casted once.What's worrying is that this ability of Mohuangjian also makes him feel troublesome.

"receive!!"

The changes in the spells in Yang Fan's hands made Mo Huangjian hesitate, a little inclined to his intentions.

"Don't think about it!!"

The celestial master in black robe roared angrily, waved his sleeve robe, and a gust of wind of powdered gold and broken iron swept towards Yang Fan and Mo Huangjian.

Yang Fan took out a lupine fan with a bone handle and golden feathers, waved it lightly, and a light golden fan shadow rushed towards it.

Boom!

The powerful wind waved by the black-robed celestial master turned into nothingness like paper, but the pale golden fan shadow lingered and rushed towards him.

"Peng Feather 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.

Seeing him exercising mana, the stick slapped, and the black bamboo stick trembled instantly, and a shadow of the stick appeared in the void, covering Yang Fan including the Mohuang sword.

Yang Fan showed shock, these stick shadows were real attacks.

I don't know what kind of ancient treasure the black bamboo stick in the hands of the black-robed celestial master is, it trembles dozens of times while breathing, and it emits stick shadows.

The golden fan shadow disintegrated immediately, turning into nothingness.

Moreover, there was a black stick shadow covering Yang Fan and Mo Huangjian.

Yang Fan's complexion became solemn, and brown light armor condensed on the surface of his body, and the black stick shadow hit it, making a series of "bang bang bang" sounds.

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

It is worthy of being one of the top three celestial masters among the nine barbarian tribes. The strength shown at this moment alone makes Yang Fan dare not take it lightly.

At the same time, the black-robed celestial master was also secretly startled. With the fierce attack of the ancient treasure "Wuxuan stick" in his hand, he couldn't tear apart the opponent's defense layer.

One must know that in the past, even when fighting with other Nascent Soul cultivators, no one could stand firm against the magical attack of his Wuxuan stick.

hum~~
Under the blow of the shadow of the black stick, the Mohuang Sword suddenly started to rage, cutting out four or five streaks of startling rainbow sword energy, and slashed in all directions.

Immediately, everyone on the field dodged one after another.

Mohuangjian's self-defense attack at this moment is very powerful, and ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators are a bit overwhelmed by a blow.

Only Yang Fan and the black robe celestial master stood in the void, unmoved, facing each other from a distance.

"Although he has been psychic...but he lacks real spiritual wisdom."

Elder Feng Xi couldn't help but secretly sighed when he saw that the Mohuang Sword was randomly slashing out streaks of sword energy after being attacked from a range.

"Elder Feng, does this count as a real psychic weapon?"

Ling Tie asked curiously.

"Not completely, but at least it can be included in the 'half spirit treasure' level." Elder Feng replied.

These people, after recasting and refining, their vitality was seriously injured, they just watched the battle below, and did not take action immediately.

In fact, this is what Yang Fan ordered.

At this moment, Yang Fan and the black-robed celestial master, standing at the two ends of the Mohuang sword, launched a long-distance fight, and the winner was dead.

Both of them seem to sincerely want to consume the power of Mohuangjian first, and then take the opportunity to seize it.

On the other side, Shi Qianhan and the blood-robed old man fought against the yellow-robed man and the old-fashioned old man respectively, neither winning nor losing.

"I hope that the psychic magic weapon we have created through untold hardships will not be snatched away by others..."

Ling Tie clasped his hands tightly, looking at the barbarian monk with anger.

"Don't worry, judging from the current trend, our side still has the upper hand."

Feng Xi said with a smile.

"How does Elder Feng know?" Ling Tie said with a smile on his face.

Feng Xi laughed but said nothing.

During the battle, Yang Fan was distracted and sent voice transmissions to their spiritual senses, even preventing them from making a move.

In this case, he was evenly matched with the black-robed celestial master

This shows that Yang Fan has a certain degree of self-confidence, and he probably didn't use his full strength.

Sure enough, at a certain moment, while Yang Fan was waving the peng feather fan, his other hand swiped in the air.

hum~~
I saw a vivid dragon, bursting with yellow and green rays of light, flying out of Yang Fan's palm, turning into a size of two or three feet, and slamming towards the black-robed celestial master with a ferocious aura.

"Spiritual energy transformation?" The black-robed celestial master was startled.

The main reason is that the creatures simulated by this aura incarnation are too real.

The dragon's roar, teeth and claws, and eyes glaring almost made him suspect that it was a real dragon.

Hmph, Spiritual Qi Transformation?

He sneered, and the way the black bamboo stick in his hand vibrated slightly changed, forming a stick shadow on the path that the flood dragon must pass.

roar~~~
However, the little yellow-green flood dragon seemed to have a spirituality, it actually avoided the stick figure, then accelerated suddenly, and bit him.

what! !

The black robe celestial master was taken aback, almost flustered.

Seeing that the little dragon was about to pounce in front of him, the yin energy on his body was greatly boosted, and he blocked the little dragon's attack.

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

"what……"

A scream came from the battle nearby.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge poisonous scorpion with a three-foot-long pale golden shell exuding a terrifying aura. Together with Shi Qianhan, he tore apart the yellow-robed youth's defensive shield.

The poisonous sharp pincers pierced the chest of the young man in yellow robe.

Immediately, he felt chills all over his body, the poison not only invaded his body, but even hurt the Nascent Soul.

Just as the Nascent Soul was about to leave his body, Shi Qianhan slashed with his palm, filling his body with Nine Nether Devil Qi, and the destructive aura rushed over, completely annihilating him.

"Do it!!"

Almost at the same time, Yang Fan sent a voice transmission to the Taoist priest in blue and Elder Feng Xi.

Swish!

With a flash of Xiangyun boots under his feet, he appeared in front of Mohuangjian, stretched out a hand, and held the sword in his hand.

buzz buzz~~
The Mohuang Sword trembled and struggled violently in his hand, releasing a shocking sword energy, about to get out of his hand.

How could Yang Fan let it get what it wanted? The green species of life in his body burst out with a vigorous and powerful force, the muscles all over his body swelled, and the brown light armor on the surface of his body became thicker.

Chi Chi Chi——

Even so, under the pieces of sword energy, Yang Fan's brown light armor was immediately marked with marks, and even stabbed his skin.

The black-robed celestial master was frightened and angry, but his body was entangled by the dragon, and he waved the "Wuxuan stick" in his hand again and again. It took some effort to destroy the dragon in the form of spiritual energy.

At this time, he scanned the audience, and found that Feng Xi and the blue-robed Taoist priests joined the battle group one after another, killing the only remaining ancient and rare old man.

The old man turned pale with fright, turned around and ran away.

However, as soon as he ran a distance, he was overtaken by Shi Qianhan's transformed poisonous scorpion king. First, the poisonous force penetrated into his body through the air, and his speed dropped.

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

Glancing at Yang Fan who was trying his best to check and balance the Mohuang Sword, his eyes flickered with unwillingness, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and crazily injected mana into the Wuxuan stick in his hand.

The surrounding wind was strong, and the "Wuxuan stick" became several times larger in an instant. With a light dance, stick shadows burst out all over the sky, almost covering the area.

The blood-robed old man and others had just approached, and they were swept by the stick shadow, "bang bang bang", two or three were knocked into the air.

puff~~
The blue-robed Taoist priest and the blood-robed old man spat out blood, their faces were pale, and they were seriously injured all of a sudden.

The black-robed celestial master casts the secret technique in the Wuxuan stick, which is extremely powerful. If an ordinary Nascent Soul strongman is hit, he will be injured or killed.

"Stay away, leave him alone."

At this time, Yang Fan's spiritual consciousness sounded in everyone's ears.

At this moment, the struggle of the Mohuang Sword in his hand gradually decreased, and after that, it became much more obedient.

Yang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this object still has a slight sense of fading to him, otherwise it would not be possible to give in so easily.

"Let my celestial master see, what is the power of the psychic magic weapon in your hand?"

The black-robed celestial master sneered, and the Wuxuan stick, which was several feet long in his hand, came towards Yang Fan with the shadow of the stick all over the sky.

Yang Fan's complexion changed, most of his strength was used to subdue the Mohuang Sword, and he really couldn't fight back.

He gritted his teeth and simply waved the Mohuang sword in his hand.

scoff~~
A bleak red-blue sword light flashed across, and clashed with the shadows of sticks all over the sky.

Kacha~~
In an instant, the stick shadows were torn into pieces, and the powerful golden sharp sword energy filled every area around.

The face of the black-robed celestial master changed. Yang Fan has such power before he actually refines this thing. If he is allowed to refine it successfully, he will be fine.

After Yang Fan swung that sword, he felt the mana in his body crazily drained.

Just that one moment consumed a quarter of his mana.

One is that the level of this treasure is too high, and with his cultivation level, it is difficult to use it.

Both, in the absence of refining, using any magic weapon will get twice the result with half the effort, not to mention that this treasure already has a psychic, and it is even more struggling to break free.

"This sword is for you to try."

With a thought of Yang Fan, Shi Qianhan, the clone, came over.

Shi Qianhan nodded, holding the Mohuang Sword in his hand, pouring Jiuyou Devil Qi into it.

Immediately, the Mohuang Sword trembled slightly, and it stopped struggling.

You know, this treasure was used by Shi Qianhan in the past, so there is a tacit understanding.

Furthermore, during the process of melting and refining this treasure, Shi Qianhan had been tempering it with the Sanyou Demon Flame, and some connections had been made.

Therefore, now that the sword has fallen into his hands, he has a feeling of handiness.

"Go!!" Yang Fan conveyed the order to Shi Qianhan.

"kill--"

Shi Qianhan held the Mohuang sword in his hand, and stabbed at the black-robed celestial master with one sword.

The Mohuang sword at this moment has a different shape from the past.

The tip of the sword is like a spear. When it is thrust out with all its strength, it has a majestic aura of piercing through the world.

scoff——

The sharp sword that pierced the sky pierced a red and blue spear shadow, piercing through the sky full of stick shadows in front of the black-robed celestial master with an invincible force.

puff! !

The yin wind on the body of the black-robed celestial master was also torn, and the blood spattered and soaked his chest.

His face was full of shock, his body swayed in the air, he didn't expect the psychic magic weapon to be so powerful.

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