Li Huaishan's face turned pale suddenly, like thunder. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

[Hanshan Sword] is his natal weapon, which is connected to his mind, and it can be said that it is both a glory and a loss. Just now, Li Baifeng picked up the copper stick and smashed it on the sword body, which undoubtedly caused damage to his spirit, and when he landed, the buzzing sound resounded in his mind, accompanied by a burst of headache and dizziness.

It's okay to say, but the most terrifying thing is that just when the buzzing sound sounded, he clearly felt that the connection between himself and the Hanshan Sword was severed!

Although this sword has just been refined by itself, but as a natal weapon, there is no such thing as "running-in" and "adaptation", at the moment of establishing a blood connection, the magic weapon and the master can be said to be integrated, this connection is completely dependent on the soul, as long as the master's soul is still there, the natal weapon can still be like an arm.

There was only one exception - Li Huaishan reluctantly calmed down the churning in his mind, staring fiercely at the dark golden copper stick in Li Baifeng's hand.

-- That is, the loss of mana supply.

Before entering the realm of knotting, the monk had not yet cultivated his divine sense, and his divine mind had to be separated from his body with the help of mana, otherwise, wouldn't it be possible for any ordinary person to leave his body?

Could it be ...... Can this copper rod cut off the transmission of mana?

Li Baifeng naturally wouldn't take the initiative to explain to the enemy, he took advantage of the other party's calming efforts, picked up the copper stick high, and smashed it towards the blue and white broadsword that flashed with spiritual light!

His actions finally reminded Li Huaishan that now was not the time to delve into the "why" at all, and he immediately moved his mind and controlled the sword body to move sideways in an attempt to avoid this blow.

However, as soon as the divine thought came out, the Hanshan Sword, which should have been like an arm and finger, fed back a strange sense of sluggishness, as if it was separated by an invisible wall.

So it slowed down for a moment.

"Bell !!"

Another crisp impact sound like a bell rang out, and the copper rod once again smashed firmly on the blue and white broadsword, smashing the sword body with a buzzing tremble, and the light circulating on it dimmed again, and there seemed to be a tendency to extinguish at any time between the flickering.

"Humph!"

At the same time, Li Huaishan let out a painful snort, his face turned a little paler, and a wisp of bright red overflowed the corners of his mouth, and the natal weapon suffered two heavy blows in a short period of time, which was really a bit unbearable.

After the second blow, though, he had figured out one thing.

That is, the copper rod made of unknown materials in the other party's hand can indeed cut off the connection between himself and the magic weapon! This was already determined when he noticed that the closer the copper rod was to the sword, the more sluggish the connection became.

Although I don't understand how the other party did this, but no matter what, the Hanshan Sword can't stay there anymore, this kind of behavior is tantamount to sticking his head out and hitting the other party.

Abbreviated as giving away heads.

Li Huaishan's expression was sharp, and he raised his sword finger and planned to take the sword back.

But there are people who don't get what he wants.

The corners of Li Baifeng's mouth hooked a light smile, he made a wrong step, facing the giant sword that had dimmed his aura, and quickly raised his hand.

"Bell bell - "

A series of crisp crashing sounds sounded one after another, as if a handful of steel balls had been smashed on the copper plate, and a string of firecrackers had been ignited. His hand waved rapidly, and the copper rod in his hand almost turned into a blurred afterimage, and it continued to slap on the wide sword body of the Hanshan Sword!

How do you say that word?

That's right, the rain hits the plantains.

The Hanshan Sword was first formed, where did you suffer from this? Its sword body trembled incessantly, emitting a continuous tremor, and the frost-white light flickered rapidly, as if it was about to be extinguished in the next second.

Under such a blow, the Hanshan Sword was already about to be unable to hold on, and Li Huaishan, who was connected to his heart, naturally couldn't please him, he only felt as if someone was holding a sledgehammer, constantly beating his head, fast and ruthless. It was as if a stick had been put into my mind, constantly stirring, and in addition to the pain, there were also bursts of dizziness.

"Poof—"

Finally, Li Huaishan's spirit reached the limit of what he could bear, and he was no longer able to maintain mental contact, he opened his mouth and spewed out a puddle of reverse blood, dyed a bright red on the ground in front of him, and then fell forward with a weak body, if he hadn't forced a breath to hold out his fists before falling, he was afraid that he would have fallen to the ground now.

Losing his mental connection, the Hanshan Sword naturally couldn't fly up and hit people by itself, and immediately the aura dimmed, and the frost-white qi also disappeared, and it turned into a small broad-mouthed sword that was less than the size of a palm, and was smashed to the ground with a "dangchang", following in the footsteps of its owner.

Li Baifeng glanced at the dim blue and white sword that fell to the ground, and saw that it had no tendency to break out and hurt people, so he turned his wrist lightly, put the copper stick on his shoulder, and turned around to look at Li Huaishan silently.

Due to the lack of strong emotion in his eyes, he looks like a dead fish eye from a distance.

"Hmm-"

Feeling two beams of emotionless gaze falling on him, Li Huaishan's face flashed with a strong unwillingness, he clenched his teeth, put his fists on the ground, and forced himself to get up.

He reluctantly straightened his spine, and looked at Li Baifeng with an indifferent expression with a difficult expression, his eyebrows were full of stubbornness that did not admit defeat.

The man in the yellow shirt had been silently watching the battle until he saw that he still had to insist on fighting, and finally couldn't help it, and said, "Enough, Huaishan, let me ......"

Li Huaishan didn't reply, slowly but firmly raised a hand, signaling him to stop talking.

The man in the yellow shirt frowned slightly, and his expression struggled for a moment, but finally he sighed lightly and did not continue.

Li Huaishan gently put down his hand, stared at Li Baifeng from beginning to end, and said word by word:

"Yet, no, it's over."

Li Baifeng didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little surprised, and seemed to express that he didn't care.

In fact, it's just too lazy to speak.

Li Huaishan's expression was cold, but he regarded this as a silent contempt, he took out a light blue picture scroll that seemed to be made of silk from his arms, raised his hand and threw it in the air, and then pinched the trick with both hands, and the thoughts in his mouth moved quickly.

With his thoughts, the scroll unfolded without wind, suspended in the air and slowly rhythmic, and wisps of light blue light shone through it, as if the water was gradually breaking through an invisible wall and crowding out of the increasingly dense gaps.

Seeing this scene, the man in the yellow shirt couldn't help but be surprised, he had a good personal relationship with Li Huaishan, but he had never heard him mention this picture, he looked around suspiciously, and asked if anyone knew about this thing.

Everyone shook their heads, and their expressions all expressed one meaning:

"You have the best relationship with him, you don't even know, where do we know?" (To be continued.) )