Chapter 42 The Power of the Ancient Mirror

The branches couldn't resist the blow of the sun wheel at all. They cut more than a dozen branches in an instant, but more branches took the opportunity to catch up. Zhao Haoran could only cut the branches close to him crazily. The branches fell to the ground and disappeared. He didn't know where they had gone, but they could not suppress the pursuit of these branches.

With no choice but to sink, Zhao Haoran used the soul skill of the dark wheel. The overwhelming branches slapped on the black aperture, which could only make a crackling sound, but could not break the defense of sinking, but the number was large, and the continuous attack regardless of the loss, no matter how hard the defense cover was, it could not be sustained. For a long time.

Lu Yong stood not far away and stood on the ground with the mace. He was not worried that Zhao Haoran could break out of the trouble at all. In his opinion, no matter how powerful the star soul is, there must be no chance to hit his wolf tooth array. This magic weapon is one of the few fire spiritual treasures in Hehuan Sect.

is called a spiritual treasure because his power is much stronger than ordinary magic weapons.

There is no fixed level of knowledge of the magic weapon among soul people, but some sects set a name set by themselves to distinguish the power of the magic weapon, just like a spiritual treasure. Only the soul people near the Hehuan sect know what it means.

It can be seen that Lu Yong's vigilance is not very high. Zhao Haoran narrowed his eyes and looked around leisurely. Bayanle, not far away, stood still and should continue to perform soul art. It seems that this is a soul art that requires continuous casting.

Generally, people think that this kind of soul art is relatively chicken ribs, and few people are willing to learn it. Who can give you a chance to keep playing this same soul art when fighting, but it is obvious that Zhao Haoran does not have the ability to interrupt casting spells at present. Bayanle is a person who is good at seizing the opportunity.

Zhao Haoran can only escape passively. Now he is besieged by branches and has no chance.

It seems that the soul power has been exhausted, and the sinking defense mask is only a thin layer. Bayanle stopped, and Lu Yong ran over with a wolf tooth stick, and there was a very tacit understanding between the two.

Zhao Haoran quietly took out the ancient mirror and took advantage of the moment when Lu Yong covered Bayanle's soul power, and the purple light shone on Bayanle's body. Zhao Haoran smiled proudly. Sure enough, as he thought, Bayanle stood still, motionless and maintained what he had just now. Posture, good baby.

Yanglun flew to Lu Yong with a cold breath. Without Bayanle's containment, Zhao Haoran naturally let go of his full attack. Yang Luan also seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the aggrieved treatment just now. Rubbing the air and rapidly gliding made a violent noise, and a little spark could be seen under the sun.

Lu Yongyi looked fierce and said badly. Although he didn't know what had happened to Bayanle, he could see that he could only resist this blow by himself.

The mace quickly flew into the air and wanted to knock down the sun wheel. After calculating the trajectory of the sun wheel, Lu Yong was very confident, but the sun wheel turned a small corner when it was about to collide and lightly dodged the mace. Lu Yong's eyes widened. How could this be possible?

The size of Yanglun is very small. Zhao Haoran has already seen Lu Yong's intention and completed the change of direction with a little soul power.

The speed is slow, but it can't be avoided by ordinary people's speed. Lu Yong is not a soul master of speed. Yang Lun crossed his chest, and his whole body turned into two halves, and he couldn't die anymore.

Zhao Haoran put away the mace falling from the air and left in a hurry. Several disciples of the Hehuan Sect looked at each other. Under hesitation, Zhao Haoran had stayed away and was not in a hurry to chase him, but they did not have the courage to fight against such a strong star soul.

At the moment when he was illuminated by the purple light, Bayanle found that his body was out of control, his eyes could not see, his ears could not hear, and his brain could only move normally. After struggling for a long time, he escaped from that strange state. When he opened his eyes, he could not see anything but Lu Yong's body on the ground.

What happened in less than ten breaths?

Ba Yanle was very angry. He didn't expect Lu Yong to die under his eyelids. He didn't even know how he died. Looking at several injured disciples who cringed behind his back, he was inexplicably angry and casually asked about the situation.

In the Fengtang of the Hehuan Sect, there is no one who is not afraid of the majesty of Bayanle. Fortunately, he will only trouble you. Although the strength is supreme in the Hehuan Sect, he can't kill the disciples of the same sect at will, but Bayanle is completely different. If he offends him, he will definitely unconsciously He lost his life.

Although he knew that it was done by Bayanle, the people of Chaoshengtang did not investigate, and the disciples below dared not say anything more.

After listening to this, Ba Yanle also broke out in a cold sweat behind his back. If Zhao Haoran turned the target of killing into him just now, I'm afraid there is no possibility of escaping at all. He can only guard Lu Yong's body hastily. After thinking about it, it's better not to chase him again. In case his life is worth it is worth it.

Go back to the sect to report early. Bayanle casually found a reason to persuade himself and rushed to the sect with the injured disciples of the Hehuan sect.

After Zhao Haoran killed Lu Yong, he did not have the idea of letting Bayanle go. Since he is the enemy, it is best to kill him. However, on the one thing is that he does not know how long the purple light emitted by the ancient mirror can last, and on the other is that he is afraid that if something happens, he will be dragged nearby and wait until the other disciples of the Hehuan Sect It's hard to escape now.

He walked in the direction that Yan Wen and Fengyan had just left. Anyway, he couldn't tell the way. Since the two are heading in which direction, there must be some truth, and there must be nothing wrong with it.

The surrounding trees are clustered, but it has no impact on Zhao Haoran, who has lived in the mountains and forests since he was a child. A few miles away from the place of the battle and found that no one was chasing him, Zhao Haoran came down at ease. It seems that Bayanle was scared by his thunderous means, and no one will be sent to chase him for a while. Kill it.

Who? Come out." When he walked less than a miles away, Zhao Haoran found two faint breaths closely following him.

At first, I thought it was a member of Hehuan Sect, but Zhao Haoran felt something was wrong after a long time. If it were really a Hehuan Sect, a large number of people would have come to chase him down and kill him, but now it is calm, which is a strange thing.

The two people stood out from behind a big tree not far away. They were really Yan Wen and Wei Yan who had just fled.

Zhao Haoran saw that the two naturally had no good faces and snorted coldly, "What are you doing with me?"

Yan Wen accompanied a smiling face, "Uncle Zhao, I didn't expect you to be so powerful that you could escape under the siege of those two monsters, and we don't know the way back, so we hope Uncle Zhao can take us back to the sect together."

In fact, the two did not escape at all, but hid not far away to peek, trying to see Zhao Haoran being killed on the spot. Unexpectedly, Zhao Haoran escaped safely with the ancient mirror and killed one person by the way. The two were in awe, but they knew that there was no way to escape with their own strength, so they followed far away. In the back, I didn't expect to be found.

Wei Yan arched his hand and said, "Uncle Zhao, they are all disciples of the same sect. It's not too much to help us once."

Zhao Haoran looked at Wei Yan with a smile, "Oh? Disciples of the same family? So you know that." Wei Yan heard the irony in Zhao Haoran's words, but he was eager to survive and pretended not to understand.

Thinking of Zhao Haoran's decisive killing just now, Yan Wen shivered, "Uncle Zhao, let me follow you two. I can still deliver tea and water along the way to ensure that it won't cause any trouble."

Zhao Haoran thought for a moment and nodded. Anyway, he didn't know the way back, so he simply took the two of them with him. However, when he encountered danger again, he would not save them as hard as this time. Life and death were deadly. It is not too much for the two people who were not sentimental to abandon.

What I didn't expect was that this time it was really lucky, and Zhao Haoran and others took the right direction at will.