Chapter 277 Ancient Light Splitting Mirror

Chapter 277 Ancient Light Splitting Mirror

Hong Yuan laughed again, judging from Bian Xue's expression, she probably didn't know how to use Yinhuo Orb anymore.

It is a good thing for others to have scruples, so they should take advantage of them.

It seems he's wised up.

Hong Yuan thought for a moment, but he didn't make any promises, "If you leave the Yinhuo Orb here, I will naturally not attack the villa. I am a pulse condensing practitioner, can I deceive mortals? Besides, do you have any other choices? s Choice?"

Bian Xue stood for a while without speaking.

With a sudden wave of her hand, she threw the Yinhuo Orb far away and sank into the sand.

A smile floated on Hong Yuan's face, "That's right, what's the matter with always thinking about death, follow me, I won't treat you badly."

Bian Xue's face was extremely cold, as cold as ice, "Take me away."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Finally, the wish was fulfilled, and the beauties were about to return together. Hong Yuan suddenly smiled heartily, and at the same time lowered the Wuming Fan, intending to catch Bian Xue.

When the Wuming Fan fell to three feet, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why is there a familiar smell?

But just when he had just felt it, the sword light engraved deep in his memory had already appeared in front of him again.

Jade broken Kungang!

The sword was vigorous upwards, like a waterfall from bottom to top, submerging Hong Yuan in an instant.

It seems that the aura is not as strong as last time, but it is much stronger in essence. Every trace of sword intent is condensed and undissipated, like essence, close to the edge of transformation, which is completely incomparable to the simple sword intent before.

The power is more than ten times greater?

Zhou Shu found an opportunity, gathered his momentum, and tried to kill him with one blow. With such a short distance, a near-perfect sword intent, and a full-strength burst, what about the Pulse Condensation Realm?

"Zhou Shu, it's you again!"

Hong Yuan shouted at the top of his lungs, feeling a chill in his heart. Could it be that this time, he will lose in this stance again?

Snapped!

A crisp sound suddenly came from Hong Yuan's chest.

A flash of white light collided directly with Zhou Shu's sword light, and then turned into countless meteor-like light fragments, which scattered down one after another.

But at this time, Zhou Shu's sword power was already old, and the sword intent was completely dissipated in the collision with the white light.

Zhou Shu's attack, the third-level flying sword and the third-level sword intent, was actually blocked by the white light.

Zhou Shu had an inconceivable expression on his face. He was very aware of his abilities. Even a pulse condensing practitioner would not be able to take this sword head-on. Unless Hong Yuan used his fourth-order magic weapon with all his strength, he would never be able to block it. , but Hong Yuan has no defense at all, let alone exert all his strength.

Hong Yuan, who was not prepared for such a sword, was unscathed. What kind of magic weapon is this?

Glancing at the fading shards of light on the ground, Zhou Shu was thoughtful.

Like a frightened rabbit, Hong Yuan flew hundreds of feet into the sky with Wuming Fan in an instant, and chose to escape without thinking.

Rubbing his chest, he felt lingering fear.

The sword light of Zhou Shu from the Heyin faction before made him fall from the peak to the bottom, but when he met again at this time, the power was ten times stronger than before, and he almost closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Why is he here? And he has become so much stronger. Could it be that he has also reached the Pulse Condensation Realm... It's so dangerous, he almost died, but luckily I made some preparations..."

After calming down for a while, Hong Yuan shook his head, stared at Zhou Shu below, and murmured in a low voice, "If I hadn't had a premonition before, I would have lost my life if I took out the ancient spectroscopic mirror."

He was touched by Bian Yun's words before, although he didn't believe that Zhou Shu would come, but in order to prevent accidents, he still put the magic weapon that he got from the cave mansion on his chest.

The ancient light-splitting mirror is a strange charging magic weapon.

Charging, the cultivator pours his spiritual power into the magic weapon through a special magic weapon formula, and then can use it. When the spiritual power in the magic weapon is exhausted, it can be replenished and used repeatedly. The biggest advantage is that it does not need to be used in battle If you spend your own spiritual power, it is equivalent to a talisman with no limit on the number of times, and its power is far greater than that of a talisman. It is really a rare treasure.

Moreover, the material used to refine the charging magic weapon is often very special, because there is always spiritual power inside, and it will not change under the invasion of the years, and it can still be used after tens of millions of years.

However, the refining technology of this charging magic weapon and the means of infusing spiritual power all come from ancient inheritance, and it has been passed down to a great extent. Few people know it now, and not all of them know it.

His light-splitting ancient mirror is only of the third rank, but its quality is quite good. In times of crisis, it can be activated with only a slight movement of spiritual power. It's just one blow, and after using it, you need to replenish your spiritual power.

Because of the light-splitting ancient mirror, Hong Yuan escaped unharmed.

Zhou Shu didn't know that Hong Yuan had such a magic weapon, and he didn't know that it was because of Bian Yun's words that Hong Yuan was on guard, but he was not at all discouraged, and with a serious look on his face, he led Du Yunfei up.

This time, Hong Yuan will not be allowed to escape again.

He turned around and looked at Xue Xue, "Go back, don't come out unless told."

Looking at Zhou Shu who suddenly appeared, Bian Xue was still a little dazed, but one thing was certain, she seemed to be saved. She bowed to Zhou Shu, didn't say much, and quickly retreated to the attic.

Compared with Bian Yun, she listened to Zhou Shu's words more, and she followed them consistently without omissions.

As for why Zhou Shu made the move at this time, she didn't think much about it. Opposite her was a cultivator at the Pulse Condensation Realm, so of course she had to find a good opportunity, and these things were all the villa's, so she should have taken care of them herself.

No one owes themselves anything.

Three hundred feet in the air.

Zhou Shu's expression was cold, and the heavy golden sword in his hand pointed at Hong Yuan from a distance, "Hong Yuan, we meet again."

Hong Yuan stared at Zhou Shu and looked at it carefully for a while, "It really is you, Zhou Shu! You actually attacked me! This time, you will never escape. I will kill you to repay the shame of that day!"

He saw clearly that Zhou Shu's cultivation was only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and the tight string in his heart suddenly loosened, and his anger was undisguised.

"It's exactly what I want. It's rare that we think the same."

Zhou Shu smiled lightly and waved his hand. The golden-feathered eagle jumped out and spread its three-foot-long golden wings. A pair of eagle eyes fixed on Hong Yuan.

"Hmph, just a second-order monster, don't let me back down!"

Hong Yuan glanced coldly, his face was full of disdain, the coercion of the Pulse Condensation Realm was released impressively, pressing towards the Golden Feathered Eagle like a huge mountain.

If it is an ordinary monster, if it feels the coercion beyond the realm, its life is threatened, driven by instinct, it will run away immediately.

But the Golden Feather Eagle is different. It is a alien species with ancient blood. It is naturally arrogant and powerful. Facing Hong Yuan who is higher than itself, it does not flinch. rushed over.

At the same time, Zhou Shu stretched his body and leaped up from Du Yun, shooting out streams of solid sword glows like torrential rain.

One man, one eagle, the joint attack that had been practiced several times, came in handy at this time.