"It's actually a magical artifact? It's so interesting."
In Han Mo's mind, a mysterious black shadow quietly emerged, and a hint of interestingness surged on his face.
Han Mo was stunned when he heard this, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Dongfang Xiang with fear, and said introvertedly: "Senior, what is this? What is the artifact you just mentioned?"
The mysterious man did not rush to answer Han Mo's words, but glanced at Dongfang Xiang and smiled evilly: "It's just a low-level artifact, barely enough. I don't know if I can absorb the power inside."
"Senior, it's not the time to think about this now. Is there anything abnormal in the weapon in Dongfang Xiang's hand?" Han Mo asked again anxiously when he saw that the mysterious man did not answer him. You must know that in this situation, life and death are just in that moment.
"Don't worry, don't you have that strange long sword too? Fight with him." The mysterious man Gu Jing Wubo said, as if he didn't take Han Mo's affairs seriously at all.
Han Mo glanced at the sword in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the previous scenes of the sword appeared in his mind.
"Hmph, kid, now I know it's amazing. I've ignored the fact that you can still use fire. I guess you are still an alchemist. You are really a big deal. I wonder if you will feel accomplished if you kill you." Dongfang Xiang stood in the distance and looked at Han Mo and sneered. Although his move was considered a combat skill, his power was actually due to weapons.
The one in Dongfang Xiang's hand was exactly what the mysterious man mentioned, but it was the lowest-level artifact.
In ancient times, tens of millions of years ago, there were countless strong people in the world, but when strong people were old and weak, when those strong people were dying, their bones with blood and essence would be dedicated as the last part of the family.
The magical artifacts in Dongfang Xiang's hands are made of the bones of those strong people. Since the bones contain the essence and blood of the strong, the weapons they create have the skills of the strong during their lifetime, such as attributes, combat skills that they comprehend during their lifetime, etc.
Looking at the spear in Dongfang Xiang's hand, it seemed that he was a strong man with strong spiritual power during his lifetime. With the explanation of the mysterious man, Han Mo understood it and glanced at the sword in his hand, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.
If the long sword in his hand is also a magical weapon, then he has picked up the treasure, and it was picked up from a rich man like Long Kong. Han Mo knew that even a family like Long Kong was extremely rare in a rich artifact. Han Mo even doubted whether Long Kong's family had a magical weapon.
Seeing Han Mo in a daze, Dongfang Xiang thought Han Mo was frightened by his strange means. He waved his spear again, and another invisible wave shot towards Han Mo.
Although Han Mo could feel the danger coming, he could not feel the direction. His spiritual consciousness was an invisible existence, and the higher the realm, the more difficult it was to detect it. It was obvious that the creator of this weapon's spiritual power was much higher than that of Han Mo. At least it was not easy to retain the spiritual power for such a long time.
“In your lower left corner.”
At this moment, a voice suddenly came to mind in Han Mo's mind. Han Mo did not hesitate at all when he heard this. He twisted his steps and told his body to rotate between heaven and earth, and this invisible attack flashed directly.
Dongfang Xiang was stunned when he saw this. He really didn't expect Han Mo to avoid his attack, and even he could not see this attack.
"How did Han Mo find out this? Could it be that his alchemist's level is so high?" Dongfang Xiang thought in surprise. The threat he felt gradually became greater and greater. He swore in his heart that Han Mo would have to get rid of Han Mo, otherwise it would definitely be a disaster in the future.
"Senior, thank you. Please give me some more advice next." Han Mo felt relieved when he avoided the attack.
The mysterious man did not refuse Han Mo, but only reminded him: "I will guide you, but you probably won't get close to this kid anymore. You should attack him with your spiritual sense."
"Okay." Han Mo nodded in response. Han Mo was still very confident about his spiritual power and would be familiar with it if he used it more.
"I see how you hide." Dongfang Xiang murmured with a long look, hesitated for a moment, and the spear was dancing. In an instant, a stream of spear was invisible, but he could feel the distorted appearance of the surrounding space.
Han Mo frowned, not intending to wait, hesitated for a moment to mobilize his spiritual consciousness, intending to take the initiative. The spiritual power gathered together and formed a huge fist, which blasted over Dongfang Xiang's face.
At this time, Dongfang Xiang also completed the brewing, and the spear stabbed in the direction of Han Mo, and just hit Han Mo's spiritual fist. The two touched each other for a moment, and Han Mo's fist was scattered by Dongfang Xiang's spiritual spear, and the invisible ripples spread out. The spear only became much weaker, but it still shot towards Han Mo.
The fist was shaken away, and Han Mozhi felt his head sinking, and his qi and blood surged in his heart. Only after the mysterious man's reminder did he capture the direction of the spear of the spiritual sense and narrowly avoid the attack.
After suffering a lot, Han Mo understood this time that he would always suffer the consequences of such a tough battle. Dongfang Xiang used weapons, but the weapons did not know how painful or itchy itched. Han Mo used pure spiritual consciousness, and every time he was forced to disperse, it would harm him.
"Damn it." Han Mo looked at Dongfang Xiang and said gritting his teeth. The only way to take the loss was to be taken.
"You don't admit that you are stupid. Do you have to fight against the other party? You can't avoid the opponent's attack first and then attack unexpectedly? He doesn't know that you are attacking too."
The mysterious man's voice recalled again. Han Mo was stunned when he heard this. He felt that yes, Dongfang Xiang had just accidentally attacked his punch. Maybe he didn't know that he was also launching an attack. As long as he planned a big move, he might have the chance to hold Dongfang Xiang with one move.
Thinking of this, Han Mo no longer hesitated and pretended not to know what to do. He frowned and looked at Dongfang Xiang who was dancing with a spear, with his expression a little frightened.
Seeing Han Mo's embarrassing appearance, Dongfang Xiang felt very happy. After laughing a few times, he waved his spear again, and another invisible wave attacked Han Mo. However, there were examples of being avoided by Han Mo this time. This time, Dongfang Xiang was careful. After using the first attack, he repeatedly attacked several times. Several invisible waves almost blocked Han Mo's route. If he could see it, ordinary people would definitely think that there was no way out.
"This time, you close your eyes and I'll give you the route."
The mysterious man said a word, and without waiting for Han Mo to close his eyes, forcibly control Han Mo's thinking. Han Mo only felt that a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, as if it had been in his mind for a long time, as familiar as his backyard.
"Swoosh swish swish!"
Several invisible waves almost hit the edge of Han Mo's clothes and shot over. Han Mo's steps twisted flexibly, and he avoided the attack every time, but no one could see the style of this scene.
After a while, when he saw that Han Mo was still fine, Dongfang Xiang couldn't help but frown. When he saw Han Mo's deep pupils, Dongfang Xiang's heart trembled and subconsciously felt something was wrong.
But it was too late to react. Han Mo shouted softly in his heart, and the power of his spiritual consciousness turned into a sharp arrow, cutting through the space and shooting like Dongfang Xiang. The speed, even if you can see Han Mo, he would have confidence that Dongfang Xiang could not avoid it.
"puff!"
The arrow hit Dongfang Xiang without any accident, and the powerful force penetrated Dongfang Xiang's right shoulder directly, and blood shot into the air and then fell back to the ground.
Dongfang Xiang groaned, and the spear in his hand couldn't help but loosen and fell to the ground. Before the confusion on his face had subsided, his body lost its center again. This time Dongfang Xiang knew what was going on. He was kicked in the chest by Han Mo, and crossed the sky in an arc, and then landed perfectly, almost suffocating Dongfang Xiang.
Listening to Dongfang Xiang's muffled groan, the close friends of Dongfang Xiang in the distance were shocked, decisively gave up their opponents, and ran towards Dongfang Xiang.
Jin Tong and the others never expected that Han Mo would hurt Dongfang Xiang so quickly when he entered. After a moment of stagnation, Zi Yan reacted first and shouted to everyone: "Stop them, we will be fine once Dongfang Xiang dies."
Han Mo glanced at Dongfang Xiang and did not rush to chase him. As it seems, even if he chased him, he would be blocked by the oncoming people. It would be impossible to directly kill Dongfang Xiang, but Dongfang Xiang was obtained by Han Mo.
Looking at the spear in his hand, Han Mo's eyes narrowed slightly. This spear was indeed very unusual, and it was much heavier than Han Mo thought after buying it.
In addition, Han Mo could also feel the strange energy fluctuations contained in the spear, and was surprised. It seemed that it was really as the mysterious man said. This weapon seemed to be the so-called ancient artifact.
"This time I've been taking a bargain." Han Mo said proudly with a slight rise in the corner of his mouth.
Dongfang Xiang spit out a mouthful of blood again and was hit by Han Mo's spiritual sense. Not only was he a wound on his body, but his spiritual sense was also greatly traumatized. At this time, a boiling sound in his head almost made Dongfang Xiang almost faint.
"Young Master Dongfang, how are you?" One of the masters frowned and asked. Dongfang Xiang was injured, so they would definitely not be able to get rid of the blame, and it would be difficult for them to report when they returned.
Dongfang Xiang took a few deep breaths, shook his head and said, "Kill that kid for me, and you must not let him take away the one in your hand. Come on. Who can kill him? I, Dongfang Xiang, will make sure that he will be the captain of the Imperial Guards of the Dongfang Family."
As soon as these words were said, everyone couldn't help but take a breath. Such words were undoubtedly a huge temptation for them. They 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 expression gradually became solemn. Each of these four people was no less than Dongfang Xiang. Facing the four, Han Mo had no power to fight back at all.
"Swoosh!"
Several fighting spirits broke the formation of the four people. Today, they flashed and blocked Han Mo and said softly: "I'm three, you're going to solve one, right?"
"Yeah." Han Mo nodded heavily when he heard this, and rushed out almost at the same time with Jin Tong.