He Yang was not a vegetarian either, but he felt there was a difference in the light above his head, so he didn't waste time to look up, and just rolled forward, two feet away.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and even the cup on King Yao's table trembled, and two drops of wine bubbled out.
You must know that the dance hall opens the barrier during the imperial competition to protect the safety of the Yao King and the audience. Only a small part of the vibrations and attacks in the hall can be transmitted to the outside world.
There was an extra "hill" at He Yang's original location, with a height of three feet. The carved landscape above the heaven-turning seal was now enlarged to the same proportion, and it looked like an extraordinarily tall rockery. There was no problem at all in hiding a dozen people.
The audience all exclaimed. Unexpectedly, magical weapons appeared frequently in the martial arts scene today. How many years would this one be the best?
It turns out that not only the supervisor has treasures, but the owner of Hedao also has the best stuff at the bottom of the box.
He Yang is Qingyang's confidant, so it's not surprising that he has treasures in his hands; He Xiao, as the Lord of Goodness, has heard that there are countless treasures sunk in his waters. This is probably one of them?
No matter what, it's a lively and comfortable day today.
Just as He Yang escaped from the giant seal, two rays of cold light came from the top of the seal and went straight to his face.
Two sleeve arrows.
Another figure appeared on the "rockery".
He Xiao.
He Yang dodged and jumped up without saying a word. He was not in the habit of passively being beaten.
I saw the rockery jingling and sparks flying. In the blink of an eye, the two fought for four or five more rounds.
This rockery is narrow and steep, with protruding rocks and sharp corners everywhere. He Yang was holding a crane-billed sickle at the moment, which was too inconvenient. He waved his hand and it turned into a short sickle, and he stood on the rockery again.
, very much like a herbal collector.
He Lingchuan held the soul-capturing shield in his left hand and the poison-fanged dagger "Zhu Erniang's Kiss" in his right hand. Each sword struck his upper and lower vital points.
He changed his weapon in time. There were narrow gaps everywhere and it was difficult to move around, so every inch was short and every inch dangerous.
Chapter completed!