Looking at the scene of Ye Fan destroying Nine Dragons with one sword, all the warriors in the distance were stunned and dumbfounded. There was an incredible look on their faces and they couldn't believe their eyes.
There is no doubt about the strength of the head of the Zhang family. If he were to be selected among the strong men in the ancient martial arts world, he would surely be in the top three, and even aspire to the highest throne.
Just now, he summoned the magical power of nine divine dragons at will, which amazed everyone.
But now, that crimson sword is overwhelming and unstoppable, like the punishment of a world-destroying god coming to the world.
"hiss!"
Everyone couldn't help but suck in the cold air, and their whole bodies were shaken violently, as if they were being shocked by electricity, as if their hearts were being pinched hard by an invisible big hand, and they were almost out of breath.
"How can this be?!"
Even Zhang Lingxiao himself couldn't help but scream out in surprise. The twitching muscles on his face revealed the turmoil in his heart.
He never expected that Ye Fan's sword would be so powerful, and it also contained an extremely pure sword intent, as if it had touched the origin of the avenue.
"Whoosh!"
After slaying the nine divine dragons, the red sword gang continued to move forward, slashing towards Zhang Lingxiao with the force of splitting the Huashan Mountain.
When Zhang Lingxiao saw this, his face changed drastically, he was angry and shocked.
What makes him angry is that Ye Fan dares to be so bold and challenge his majesty.
Surprisingly, he even felt a death threat from this sword. If he didn't dodge, his life would be in danger.
In extreme fear, Zhang Lingxiao's figure flashed and seemed to disappear on the spot, making it impossible for ordinary people to see his movements clearly.
However, this crimson sword completely locked onto his Qi machine, catching up with him like a gangrene attached to his bones.
For a moment, Zhang Lingxiao felt like a prey caught in a trap, feeling as if "the sky is huge and there is nothing to hide from".
The sword energy surged and tore the sky apart, destroying everything wherever it passed.
After a few breaths, the speed of the red sword suddenly increased, surpassing the speed of sound, and was about to hit Zhang Lingxiao's chest.
At the critical moment, Zhang Lingxiao was so angry that he swallowed mountains and rivers with anger. He refused to retreat but advanced, looking up to the sky and roaring:
"How dare you be so impudent in my Zhang family, you really think I'm not afraid of you?!"
"Haotian Treasure Mirror—appears!"
…
As soon as he finished speaking, his chest glowed with light, and an octagonal mirror flew out, the light shining and dazzling.
Its material is neither gold nor jade, with ancient seal characters in tadpole script and the shape of clouds, dragons and strange birds. It is neither carved nor painted, and it faintly reveals a simple and vast atmosphere. It is unknown how many years it has been in existence.
In the mirror as smooth as jade, there seems to be colorful flowers and rain, golden clouds, wind, clouds, water and fire, changing at any time and endless changes.
"Whoa!"
The next moment, the crimson sword slammed into the precious mirror.
The crimson sword was so sharp that even the nine divine dragons were killed. But now after hitting the treasure mirror, it sank directly into it, like a stone sinking into the sea, without any movement.
Ye Fan even had the illusion that this precious mirror was a giant mouth of a glutton that could swallow everything.
"Boom!"
After a few seconds, the precious mirror shook violently, as if something earth-shattering was brewing inside.
Somewhere in the dark, Ye Fan noticed a strong ominous premonition, and the hairs on his body stood up, as silent as a cicada, and extremely fearful.
Suddenly, the treasured mirror turned around on its own, as if its wisdom had been awakened. The mirror was pointed at Ye Fan, and emitted a beam of light, which was as bright as a star.
Looking closely, Ye Fan realized that this beam of light was the red sword that he had just used, and now it was turning against him.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and he was filled with shock and anger.
He tried to use his spiritual consciousness to sense the red sword, but found that there was no connection between the two parties at all.
This crimson sword seemed to have been "betrayed" and was completely controlled by the enemy, becoming a weapon to attack itself.
Fifty meters!
Twenty meters!
Ten meters!
Five meters!
Seeing that the crimson sword was about to hit him, Ye Fan no longer dared to neglect, and ran the "Kunpeng Swallowing Heaven Technique", his body floated in mid-air, and the hundreds and thousands of pores all over his body opened to dissolve it into its most original form.
Energy, swallowed into one's own belly.
"call……"
After resolving the crisis, Ye Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, but did not dare to relax. He looked at the precious mirror high in the sky with a gloomy expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.
His "Kun Peng Swallowing Heaven Technique" is like a deep black hole, capable of swallowing everything.
However, the treasure mirror in front of you can absorb the enemy's attacks and then fight back.
This is the first time Ye Fan has seen such a mysterious magic weapon.
Among the warriors in the distance, some recognized its origin and exclaimed:
"This... this is the magic weapon ranked eighth on the Hundred Weapons List - the Haotian Mirror!"
"It is rumored that the Haotian Mirror is the supreme treasure of Taoism and contains the universe. No matter how powerful the magical power is, as long as it is illuminated by the mirror light, it will be assimilated by the mirror light and backfire on the owner!"
"This treasure was lost hundreds of years ago! I never expected that it would fall into the hands of the Zhang family!"
Hearing these chattering voices, Ye Fan's face became more solemn.
The Hundred Soldiers List is the most authoritative list in the ancient martial arts world, including the magic weapons of all major sects and families over the past millennium.
Anyone who can be on the list is a first-rate magic weapon.
The Zhang family is worthy of being the number one ancient martial arts family, and the Thunder Sword used by the second young master Zhang Yang ranks eighty-seventh.
The Eight Desolate Bells sacrificed by the Great Elder are the nineteenth divine weapons.
Today, the Haotian Mirror summoned by Zhang Lingxiao ranks in the top ten, which is enough to prove its mystery.
Its characteristic is "rebound", repaying others with their own methods.
In martial arts, such as Tai Chi, Zhanyi Shibatu, etc., there are also methods of using force to strike, and using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.
No matter what kind of Kung Fu the opponent performs, his force can be transferred and counterattacked towards the opponent himself.
The higher the martial arts of the person who takes action, the more miserable the death will be, leaving the opponent to suffer the consequences and die from his own unique skills.
However, what bounces back from this Haotian Mirror is not fists, feet, or swords, but Taoist and magical powers.
In an instant, absorbing the enemy's attack and then rebounding it is really overbearing and outrageously powerful.
If Ye Fan had been a little careless just now, or if he had not practiced the "Kun Peng Swallowing Heaven Technique", he would have had to face the crimson sword wielded by himself. Even if he did not die, he would be seriously injured.
Just imagine, there are countless powerful people throughout the ages who have suffered under this Haotian mirror.
Of course, this precious mirror is not invincible. There should be a limit to the power it can rebound. Once it exceeds the limit, it cannot continue to rebound.
…
At this time, Zhang Lingxiao's eyes were like lightning, he glanced at Ye Fan and said sternly:
"Boy, no wonder both Kuang'er and Yang'er died in your hands. With some skills, you can force me to use the Haotian Mirror! But that's it! Once the Haotian Mirror comes out, no matter what magical powers you have, you will be able to use it.
It was rebounded and eventually died tragically on the spot!"
Between the lines, there is extreme confidence.
In Zhang Lingxiao's view, even if Ye Fan is the lawless Sun Wukong and can cause chaos in the Heavenly Palace, then he is Tathagata Buddha and can suppress it with one palm.
"Boy, stop struggling fearlessly! If you immediately kneel down and beg for mercy, abandon your martial arts, and hand over all the secret books and magic weapons, I can consider letting you live!" Zhang Lingxiao persuaded him to surrender.
If he killed Ye Fan like this, not only would Zhang Lingxiao not get any benefits, but his two sons, two elders, and dozens of silver-armored guards would all die in vain.
However, at a young age, Ye Fan has strength comparable to that of a powerful man in the heavens, and he definitely possesses some skills that can conquer the world.
If you can get that kind of skill, no matter how much sacrifice you make, it will be worth it.
However, Ye Fan was not intimidated. Instead, he puffed up his chest and took a step forward, revealing the fearless momentum of a tiger that could swallow thousands of miles. He said proudly:
"Hmph! Zhang Lingxiao, even if you have the Haotian Mirror, so what? There are no strongest magic weapons in this world, only the strongest people! I would like to have a fight with you to see if this mirror is as legendary as it is.
So indestructible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan's sword shot out like a dragon, instantly striking out hundreds of sharp sword energy, forming an airtight sword formation in the air, splitting the space, and covering Zhang Lingxiao's position.
The area covered by this sword formation is so large that it far exceeds the scope of the Haotian Mirror.