In general, practitioners who have reached the eighth and ninth realm of the king of martial arts have long been tempered and tempered. And Han Yu's natal magic weapon is still just an embryo. While the Promise Son was surprised, he couldn't help but show a touch of contempt. It seems that Han Yu's means of tempering the magic weapon of his life are really weak.
Han Yu sneered, the spear quickly pointed out, and turned into countless spear flowers to cover the Promise Son.
If it is a common magic weapon, Han Yu has not yet fully tempered it successfully at this time, it is really weak to burst. But the material for refining this long spear is Zixiao Shensha, one of the hardest things in the world, the divine material for refining tools.
It is not necessary to think in the distance, because it is impossible to use the Zixiao Shensha and leave it to the destined people, Han Yu can refine the Zixiao Shensha and build it into a gun embryo, which is already a very easy thing.
Holy Son Wuji curled his lips in disdain. Originally, Han Yu's combat power had already made him take it seriously, but the magic weapon of his destiny instantly made him look down upon it.
"Shhhhh..."
The black and white swords swayed together, like two long snakes, agile and terrifying.
"Dangdangdang..."
The magic weapon of the two people is crazily handed over together. In the blink of an eye, it was a confrontation of more than 30 moves.
The spear is in Han Yu's hands, as if alive, like a dragon going out to sea, it can stir the world.
The Promise Son's contempt at the beginning slowly turned into surprise.
The long spear in Han Yu's hand has not yet truly formed a magic weapon, and it does not yet possess the power of a magic weapon. damage.
There is only one possibility. The material used to make this purple spear is extremely high-grade and extremely hard.
Holy Son Promise couldn't imagine what level of refining material would have such power.
He even thought of a terrifying fact, that the reason why Han Yu's magic weapon still looks like a ghost should not be a problem of Han Yu's ability, but a problem of the material itself.
"What material is your spear made of?" Holy Son Wuji couldn't help asking.
The better the refining materials, the more terrifying the magic weapon can be. The long spear in Han Yu's hand made his heart skip a beat.
"The long spear that kills is naturally made of materials for killing." Han Yu sneered again and again, the sarcasm in his eyes made Holy Son Wuji's face a little hot.
He just laughed at Han Yu's magic weapon, and seemed a little too ignorant.
But soon, Holy Son Wuji returned to calm. No matter what level of material the spear in Han Yu's hand is made of, it has not yet formed a real magic weapon, it is just a lump of iron.
The Holy Son of Promise shook his hands, and above the black and white sword was a great radiance. The black sword spit out black stalks, and it turns into a long snake, and the white sword spits out white scorpions, which also turns into a white snake.
"bang bang bang..."
The two swords kept hitting the long spear, causing Han Yu's arms to go numb.
Although the spear is tough, its disadvantage is instantly revealed. The magic weapon has its own power, and the long spear in his hand is just an ordinary weapon. Although it will not damage, it is far worse than the power.
“Whoosh whoosh…”
Holy Son Wuji's double swords seemed to be alive, flying around Han Yu, looking for an opportunity to strike Han Yu with a fatal blow. Han Yu kept swinging his spear to repel the attack of the two swords.
Magic weapons have spirituality, while ordinary weapons do not.
"chi chi chi..."
The attacks of the two swords were pervasive, and Han Yu's clothes were pierced through several holes one after another.
Han Yu groaned, and suddenly the purple spear was quickly covered with a layer of golden scales, and he unleashed the Dragon Slaughter Spear.
Soon, the purple spear turned into a golden fish-scale spear, and the golden light contained some strange black energy. Invisibly, a chilling meaning was quietly released.
"Ninth-order martial arts?"
Holy Son Wuji was stunned. When a master of this level fought, Han Yu actually displayed a ninth-order martial skill, which made him a little unable to believe his eyes.
Han Yu's cultivation level has risen, and the third-level Dragon Slaughtering Art of the Dragon Ba Bible has taken a step further, and the power of the Dragon Slaughtering Spear has also increased a lot, from the eighth-order martial skill to the ninth-order martial skill. However, even if it reaches the ninth-level martial arts, it is still too weak in this level of confrontation.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the sound of the dragon's roar sounded, and five gases of black, white, red, blue, and gold gushed out from Han Yu's body, turning into five dragon shapes, half of the body wrapped around the spear, and half of the body wrapped around Han Yu's body. He made Han Yu look like a dragon warrior.
The breath emanating from the golden spear, from the ninth-order martial skill, instantly soared to the level of the mysterious low-level magical power.
The chilling meaning became even more thrilling, so that the three people who were fighting in the distance all felt a sense of surprise. Seeing Han Yu's majestic appearance, they all showed surprise.
The Holy Son of Wuji was even more astonished. From martial skills to supernatural powers, he had never seen or heard of such means.
The dragon energy is sacred and inviolable, but the fight exudes a chilling meaning, and the black energy hidden in the depths, it seems that every strand has the potential to crush the eternal blue sky, which makes people feel uncomfortable at a glance.
The Dragon Slayer Spear and the Purple Long Spear fit perfectly.
Under the blessing of the Dragon Slaughtering Spear and the Five Paths of Dragon Qi, the purple long spear already possesses its own power, which is no less than that of an ordinary high-ranking king's soldier.
"bang bang bang..."
The battle has become completely alive, and the two swords are constantly swaying, without losing the slightest.
The Promise Son was forced to retreat again and again.
"scoff..."
Holy Son Wuji's left shoulder was only scratched by the battle, and the powerful Qi smashed his sleeve in an instant, leaving a terrifying scar on his arm.
The Promise Son had to withdraw the sword and turn the attack into a defense.
His eyes flickered, looking at the battle, the dragon energy and Han Yu, Han Yu's method is really strange.
The hardness of the purple spear and the spirituality of the dragon-killing spear were perfectly integrated, allowing Han Yu to regain the upper hand and gain the upper hand again.
After several fights, Han Yu found an opportunity again, evaded the double sword defense, and stabbed the right thigh of the Holy Son Wuji. The Holy Son of Promise had no time to resist, so he could only hurriedly dodge.
"scoff..."
The God-killing Dragon Spear brushed past his thighs, and directly scraped off a large piece of flesh and blood. It was obvious that the bones and blood were flowing.
"what!"
The Holy Son of Promise let out a pained cry, and kicked Han Yu's head with his left foot. The force of the impact quickly bounced the two away.
In the process of flying out, the Holy Son Wuji swung seven swords in a row, and the seven swords were intertwined to kill Han Yu.
Han Yu swept his spear, and the seven sword qi burst into pieces. After the Holy Son of Promise landed, he staggered a few steps, and his right foot hurt.