Legend of Yan Wu

"It's actually an artifact? It's really interesting."

In Han Mo's mind, a mysterious black figure quietly emerged, with a hint of fun on his face.

Han Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Dongfang Xiang with fear, and said restrainedly: "Senior, what is going on? What is the artifact you just mentioned?"

The mysterious man didn't rush to answer Han Mo's words, but cast a glance at Dongfang Xiangxie and said with a smile: "It's just a low-level artifact, barely qualified, I don't know if I can absorb the power inside."

"Senior, now is not the time to think about this, is there something abnormal about the weapon in Dongfang Xiang's hand?" Seeing that the mysterious man did not answer him, Han Mo asked again anxiously in his heart. You must know that in the current situation, life and death are at stake. In that split second.

"Don't worry, don't you also have that strange long sword, fight him." The mysterious man Gu Jing Wubo said, as if he didn't take Han Mo's matter to heart at all.

Han Mo glanced at the long sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the strange scene about the long sword in the past appeared in his mind.

"Hmph, kid, now you know how powerful you are. I just ignored the fact that you can use fire. You must be a pharmacist. You really have a lot of background. I don't know if killing you will give you a sense of accomplishment." " Dongfang Xiang looked at Han Mo from a distance and said with a sneer, although his move was considered a combat technique, but in fact the power was still a weapon.

What Dongfang Xiang held was exactly what the mysterious person called the divine weapon, but it was the lowest grade of divine weapon.

In ancient times, tens of millions of years ago, there were countless strong people in the world, but when the strong people also died of old age, when those strong people were dying, their bones with blood essence would be donated as gifts. The last effort of the family.

The artifact in Dongfangxiang's hands is made from the bones of those strong men. Since the bones contain the blood essence of the strong men, the weapons that are created have the skills of the strong men in their lives, such as attributes. Comprehended combat skills and so on.

Looking at the long spear in Dong Fangxiang's hand, it seems that he was a strong man with strong spiritual power in his lifetime. With the explanation of the mysterious man, Han Mo finally understood. He glanced at the long sword in his hand, and a trace of excitement flashed in the eyes.

If the long sword in his hand is also a divine weapon, then he just picked up a treasure, and he picked it up from a rich man like Long Kong. Qian artifacts are still extremely rare, and Han Mo even doubts whether Longkong's family has artifacts.

Seeing that Han Mo was in a daze, Dongfang Xiang thought that Han Mo had been frightened stupid by his strange means, and swung the spear again, another invisible wave shot towards Han Mo.

Although Han Mo could feel the danger coming, he couldn't feel the direction. Divine consciousness is an invisible existence, and the higher the realm, the harder it is to detect. Obviously, the creator of this weapon has much higher spiritual power than Han Mo, at least It is not easy to retain the power of spiritual consciousness for such a long time.

"In your lower left corner."

At this moment, a voice suddenly came to Han Mo's mind. Hearing the words, Han Mo didn't hesitate at all. He twisted his footsteps, his body spun between the sky and the earth, and unexpectedly directly dodged this invisible attack.

Dongfangxiang was taken aback when he saw this, he really didn't expect Han Mo to escape his blow, which he couldn't even see.

"How did this Han Mo find out? Could it be that his level of alchemist is already so high?" Dong Fangxiang was a little surprised to think that the threat gradually felt by Han Mo was getting bigger and bigger, and he vowed in his heart that he would definitely get rid of it. Get rid of Han Mo, otherwise it will be a disaster in the future.

"Senior, thank you very much, I will trouble you to give me some pointers." Seeing that Han Mo had escaped the attack, he was relieved.

The mysterious man did not reject Han Mo, but only reminded: "I will guide you, but you probably won't be able to get close to this kid, so you should attack him with your spiritual sense."

"Okay." Han Mo nodded in response. Han Mo is still very confident in his own spiritual power, and he will become more familiar with it if he uses it more.

"I'll see how you hide." Dongfang Xiang murmured with gloomy eyes, hesitating for a moment as he danced the spear. In an instant, the spear was invisible, but he could feel the distortion of the surrounding space.

Han Mo frowned, he didn't intend to wait any longer, he hesitated to mobilize his spiritual sense, intending to strike first, the power of his spiritual sense gathered together, formed a huge fist, and blasted towards Dongfang Xiang's face.

At this time, Dongfang Xiang also finished brewing, and the spear stabbed in the direction of Han Mo, just hitting Han Mo's fist with his spiritual consciousness. The long spear vibrated, and invisible ripples rippled away. The long spear only became much weaker, but it still shot towards Han Mo.

The fist was shaken away, Han Mo felt his head sinking, and the blood in his heart surged. Under the reminder of the mysterious person, he finally caught the direction of the spiritual spear, and narrowly escaped the attack.

After a hard time, Han Mo understood this time, he will always be the one who suffers from this kind of hard work, Dongfang Xiang uses weapons, and weapons don't know whether it hurts or itches, while Han Mo uses pure spiritual sense , every time you are forcibly dispersed, there will be a certain degree of harm to yourself.

"Damn it." Han Mo looked at Dongfang Xiang and gritted his teeth and said, this loss can only be borne by force.

"You still don't admit that you are stupid. Do you insist on fighting the opponent? Can't you avoid the opponent's attack first, and then attack unexpectedly? He doesn't know that you are also attacking."

The mysterious man's voice came to mind again, and Han Mo was taken aback when he heard the words, feeling that yes, just now Dongfang Xiang just accidentally hit his punch, maybe he didn't even know that he was also launching an attack, as long as he brewed a big move, Maybe there is a chance to catch Dongfang Xiang with one move.

Thinking of this, Han Mo no longer hesitated, pretending not to know what to do, frowning and looking at Dongfang Xiang, who was wielding a spear, with a frightened expression.

Seeing Han Mo's embarrassing look, Dongfang Xiang was very happy in his heart. After laughing a few times, he swung his spear again, and another invisible wave attacked Han Mo, but there were several examples of being dodged by Han Mo in the past. This time Dongfangxiang was careful, and after the first strike, he followed up with several blows. Several invisible fluctuations almost blocked Han Mo's route. If they could see it, most people would think that there was no way to escape.

"A lot this time, close your eyes and I'll give you the route."

The mysterious man dropped a sentence, and without waiting for Han Mo to close his eyes, he forcibly controlled Han Mo's thinking. Han Mo only felt that there was an extra picture in his mind, as if it was a picture that had been in his mind for a long time , as familiar as your own backyard.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Several invisible fluctuations almost brushed against the edge of Han Mo's clothes, and Han Mo's footsteps twisted nimbly, avoiding the attack every time, but no one could see the scene.

After a while, seeing that Han Mo was still fine, Dongfang Xiang couldn't help frowning. When he saw Han Mo's deep pupils, Dongfang Xiang's heart trembled, subconsciously feeling bad.

But it was too late for Dongfang Xiang to react. Han Mo let out a soft drink in his heart, and the power of his spiritual consciousness turned into a sharp arrow, piercing through the space and shooting like Dongfang Xiang. At that speed, even if he could see Han Mo, he was confident that Dongfang Xiang would Can't dodge.

"puff!"

The arrow hit Dongfang Xiang without any accident, and the powerful force directly penetrated Dongfang Xiang's right shoulder, blood shot into the air and then fell back to the ground.

Dongfangxiang snorted, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground. The bewilderment on his face had not subsided, and his body lost its center again. This time Dongfangxiang knew what was going on, and he was kicked in the chest by Han Mo , crossed the sky in an arc, and then landed perfectly, almost suffocating Dongfang Xiang.

Hearing Dongfangxiang's muffled snort, all of Dongfangxiang's buddies in the distance were taken aback, resolutely gave up their opponents, and ran towards Dongfangxiang.

Jin Tong and the others never expected that Han Mo would injure Dongfang Xiang so quickly when he came in. Ziyan was the first to react after being dazed for a moment, and shouted to everyone: "Block them, we'll be fine once Dongfang Xiang dies."

Han Mo glanced at Dongfang Xiang, and didn't rush to catch up. From the current situation, even if he did catch up, he would be blocked by the oncoming people. It was impossible to kill Dongfang Xiang directly, but Dongfang Xiang's But Han Mo got it.

Looking at the long spear in his hand, Han Mo narrowed his eyes slightly. This long spear was really unusual, and it was much heavier than Han Mo expected after he got it.

In addition, Han Mo could also feel the strange energy fluctuations contained in the spear, and he was surprised. It seemed that this weapon was really a so-called ancient artifact, as the mysterious man said.

"This time it's a bargain." Han Mo said proudly with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Dongfang Xiang spit out a mouthful of blood again, and was hit by Han Mo's spiritual consciousness, not only a wound on his body, but also a great trauma to his spiritual consciousness.

"Master Dongfang, how are you?" One of the masters frowned and asked, Dongfangxiang was injured, they must be to blame, and it would be difficult to do business when they go back.

Dongfang Xiang took a few deep breaths, shook his head and said: "Kill that kid for me, and he must not let him take away the one in his hand, give it to me quickly, who can kill him, I, Dongfang Xiang, will protect him Be the captain of the Imperial Guard of the Dongfang Family."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but gasped. Such words were undoubtedly a huge temptation for them, and they all nodded and rushed towards Han Mo, leaving only three people to protect Dongfang Xiang.

Looking at the four people rushing towards him, Han Mo's face gradually became solemn. These four people were no less than Dongfang Xiang. Facing the four, Han Mo had no strength to fight back.

"Whoosh!"

A few vindictive spirits broke up the formation of the four of them, and today they stood in front of Han Mo in a flash, and said softly, "There are three of us, you can solve one, right?"

"En." Han Mo nodded emphatically when he heard the words, and rushed out almost at the same time as Jintong.