Two treasure maps

Chapter 148 Mo Yan's Strength

In the dangerous Pingjiang Grand Canyon, in this fake Golden Light Cave, the two guardians Yin Jing and Leng Xing protected Guo Lingli tightly behind them. They heard heavy footsteps coming from the cave behind them, like the breath of a giant beast, full of threats.

Yin Jing took out his exquisite folding fan, which was engraved with flowers, birds, fish and insects, and every stroke seemed to give life to it. Leng Xing clenched his fists, his muscles tense, ready to attack at any time.

In this tense atmosphere, only Li Er seemed calm and composed. He was holding a strange headlamp and playing with it gently in his hand, as if he didn't care about the danger in front of him at all.

Guo Lingli stared at the headlamp in Li Er's hand, her heart full of doubts.

She thought, in this era, this kind of headlamp did not even exist, so why did he bring it out with such fanfare?

Isn't he afraid of being studied and coveted by others?

Guo Lingli felt an impulse in his heart, thinking that perhaps he could also use the knowledge gained in that time and space to do whatever he wanted.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared in everyone's sight.

It was Mo Yan. His appearance made the atmosphere instantly more tense.

Yin Jing took the first step. With a wave of his folding fan, the flowers, birds, fish and insects on it seemed to come alive and turned into sharp blades that attacked Mo Yan.

Mo Yan frowned slightly, and a folding fan appeared in his hand, which was also engraved with flowers, birds, fish and insects. It collided violently with the opponent's attack in the air, bursting out with dazzling light.

On the jade-broken fan of the silver mirror, flowers, birds, fish and insects seemed to come alive, and moved with his waving. The birds spread their wings and were ready to fly, the flowers were gorgeous, the fish swam in the water, and the insects played in the grass. Every stroke was delicate and meticulous, just like a microcosm of nature, but it contained endless power.

Mo Yan's jade folding fan was also extraordinary, with the flowers, birds, fish and insects on it complementing the folding fan in his hand, as if two parallel worlds were meeting at this moment. His movements were steady and powerful, and every time he waved the fan, there was an indescribable rhythm.

The two stood facing each other, their broken jade bones collided in the air, making crisp sounds. Each collision was accompanied by a wave of energy, as if it was about to tear apart the surrounding air.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects are entangled with each other on the fan, as if fighting for this small world.

Suddenly, Yin Jing's figure flashed, and the broken jade bone fan in his hand turned into a residual shadow, going straight to Mo Yan's vital point.

Mo Yan was not in a hurry. He gently waved his folding fan, and an invisible force dissolved the attack of the silver mirror into nothingness.

At the same time, his folding fan turned into a sharp sword energy and attacked the silver mirror.

Yin Jing's face changed and he quickly waved his fan to block.

Mo Yan's sword energy was so fierce that he felt a huge force coming and he retreated involuntarily.

Mo Yan took the opportunity to move forward, and the broken jade bone fan in his hand attacked the silver mirror like a rainstorm.

The air around them seemed to be ignited, making crackling sounds.

The two figures quickly shuttled back and forth in the cave, and every collision was frightening.

The flowers, birds, fish and insects on the broken jade fan seemed to be given life, flying and jumping on the fan, adding a bit of splendor to the duel.

During the fierce confrontation between the two, powerful energies were continuously released from the jade fracture fan, filling the entire stone chamber with a dangerous atmosphere.

Under the impact of energy, the flowers, birds, fish and insects seemed to be trying to break free from the fan and fly into the wider sky.

At this moment, the cold wind howled, the temperature dropped sharply, and Leng Xing suddenly joined the battle.

Leng Xing held the Ice Soul Ghost Knife in his hand. The blade emitted a cold light, and every time he swung the knife it brought a bone-chilling chill.

His sword skills were sharp and swift, as if they could cut through all obstacles.

As his sword moved, the air around him seemed to be frozen, and ghostly shadows appeared and disappeared in the sword light.

Seeing this, Mo Yan had to temporarily give up attacking Yin Jing and instead deal with Leng Xing's attack.

Mo Yan was full of curiosity about Leng Xing's Ice Soul Ghost Blade. After he received three moves from him, he also had an Ice Soul Ghost Blade in his hand that was almost exactly the same as the one in Leng Xing's.

The two ghost swords crossed in the air, and there was an eerie aura, as if hundreds of ghosts were wandering around.

In addition to a folding fan in his hand, he also had an Ice Soul Ghost Sword. He held the fan in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and fought against Leng Xing and Yin Jing together.

The two icy ghost swords suddenly clashed, and the cold sword light cut through the silent darkness, as if even time had frozen.

The air was filled with a biting chill, making breathing difficult.

Leng Xing and Mo Yan also held the Ice Soul Ghost Blade in their hands. Both of them had sharp eyes and fierce aura.

Their figures intertwined, and every clash of swords was accompanied by a crisp metallic collision sound that echoed at the entrance of the cave, like a dirge for the god of death.

The cold air emanating from the blade seemed to be able to freeze everything. As they moved, the temperature around them dropped sharply, and even the air seemed to be frozen into ice crystals.

The water vapor in front of the stone gate quickly condensed, forming a fine icy mist that enveloped the figures of the two, adding a bit of mystery and weirdness.

Under the cover of the ice fog, ghostly figures began to gradually emerge, some of them with hideous faces, some with blurred faces, as if they came from another world.

They surrounded the two knife-wielding men, sometimes growling, sometimes screaming, adding a bit of horror and weirdness to the battle.

The flowers, birds, fish and insects in the silver mirror could not play much of a role in such a cold environment. Correspondingly, Mo Yan's folding fan was also restricted, so his attention was basically focused on the battle with Leng Xing.

The battle between Leng Xing and Mo Yan became more and more intense. Their swordsmanship was sharp and strange, and every swing of the sword seemed to be able to split the void.

Ghosts moved around them, trying to disrupt their fight.

But the two were not afraid at all. They only had each other in their eyes and the Ice Soul Ghost Blade in their hands.

Suddenly, Leng Xing's figure flashed, and the Ice Soul Ghost Blade in his hand turned into a cold light and went straight to Mo Yan's heart.

Mo Yan seemed to have anticipated this. He swung his sword lightly, dissolving Leng Xing's attack into nothingness.

At the same time, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, leaving only a residual shadow.

Leng Xing was startled and turned around quickly to look for his opponent.

Suddenly, a cold light suddenly came from behind.

He had no time to react and could only instinctively swing his sword to block. The two Ice Soul Ghost Swords collided again, making a deafening noise.

At the moment of collision, a powerful energy was released from the blade, scattering all the ghosts around.

Leng Xing only felt a huge force coming, and he stepped back involuntarily.

Mo Yan took the opportunity to move forward and attack Leng Xing again.

The two figures quickly shuttled in and out of the cave entrance, and each collision was accompanied by an explosion of ice mist and ghostly screams.

Their swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and every attack was terrifying.

The temperature around was getting lower and lower, as if the entire stone chamber had been frozen into an ice cellar.

Although Yin Jing felt cold, he did not retreat. Leng Xing even used his Ice Soul Ghost Blade to the extreme. Mo Yan did not dare to underestimate these two noble sons of extraordinary status. After all, their strength was indeed very strong.

The three of them engaged in a fierce melee in this small space.

The Jade Bone Folding Fan and the Ice Soul Ghost Sword intertwined in the air to form a series of thrilling pictures.

Every collision makes people hold their breath, afraid of missing any details.